Tuesday, March 20, 2012

A Day for Celebration


This is a day for celebration
Open your heart and sing
Join the myriad of creation
Heralding the dawn of spring

This is a day of miracle-wonder
Immaculate repertoire
Ripple of zephyr and rolling of thunder
Tuning the landscape choir

This is the day of woodland-minstrels
Stories of nature’s rebirth
Open your eyes, nothing is minuscule
On this greatest day on earth

This is the day of rain-song and gold sun
Laughing on earth’s avenue
Fling back the curtain to Scene number one
Of spring’s 2012 debut

© Janet Martin



Tender Mercy

When I cannot pray for as I ought
or know how to give thanks
Oh Lord, you understand my thought
and You fill in the blanks

Janet~

I opened my mouth to praise Him
as I beheld expanding ribbons of beauty
dissolving the dark ...but could simply gape in dumb-founded awe!
...that He should love us so
as to open the pages of the sky in daily original glory!
All I could whisper was 'thank-you for seeing what I know not how to say!'

Blind Trust

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We cannot see what we hope for
All we can do is trust
In He who tips the jars of Heav’n
To water this earth’s dust

His wells of goodness and mercy
Are never parched or dry
Above, beneath, beside us
Is His all-beholding eye

Dare we to question He who bars
The cloud into its realm-
In perfect order scatters stars
Upon the floors of Heaven?

Life’s threshing floor oft we misjudge
As we cry out to God
Vain chaff He longs to purge from us
Love wields His earnest rod

We cannot see what we hope for
Nor understand the thought
Of He who laid the universe
Into a sea of naught

How mighty is the One we trust
He turns the tide of seasons
He clothes the earth, waters the dust
And loves us beyond reason

© Janet Martin

Then the LORD spoke to Job out of the storm. He said:
  “Who is this that obscures my plans
   with words without knowledge?
 Brace yourself like a man;
   I will question you,
   and you shall answer me.
 4“Where were you when I laid the earth’s foundation?
   Tell me, if you understand. Job 38 1-4

Monday, March 19, 2012

Wondering...

Sometimes I wonder
as I pray for another
And pour out to God my plea
Sometimes I wonder
if there is another
perhaps somewhere
praying for me?

Sometimes I wonder
as I lay out my sorrows
where God alone can see
and I pray them up yonder
oh, sometimes I wonder
Does anyone pray for me?

J~

When You Feel Like Quitting...


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When you feel like quitting
Don’t
If you think it will improve things
It won’t
There is only one way to succeed
Keep on keeping on and never heed
The voice that tells you ‘this is it’
And ‘I think that you should quit’

So if you feel like quitting
Don’t
Fight back using words like
‘Won’t’
No hill lasts forever; but it cannot be climbed
By anything more than one step at a time
He cannot win, who decides this is it
So begin again, but don’t quit

When you feel like quitting
Don’t
Sweet victory lies in the
Won’t
Anything worth having is worth the fight
So dig in and give it your utter-might
Shut out the voice that wearies the won’t
And if you want to quit,
…well, don’t

© Janet Martin

I'm giving myself the advice tonight, that I freely hand the kids:)

Soul-Survey

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Do I love you enough
To serve you in the dark
Willingly,
where nobody cares or sees?
Do I love you enough
To spend extra time
Willingly,
with you, down on my knees?
Do I love you enough
To be a servant
Willingly,
of many a hidden task?
Do I love you enough?
Oh God please don’t answer
These simple questions
I’m ashamed to ask

© Janet Martin

Inspired by; oodles of grace

 So when they had finished breakfast, Jesus said to Simon Peter, "Simon, son of John, do you love Me more than these?" He said to Him, "Yes, Lord; You know that I love You." He said to him, "Tend My lambs."

 He said to him again a second time, "Simon, son of John, do you love Me?" He said to Him, "Yes, Lord; You know that I love You." He said to him, "Shepherd My sheep."

He said to him the third time, "Simon, son of John, do you love Me?" Peter was grieved because He said to him the third time, "Do you love Me?" And he said to Him, "Lord, You know all things; You know that I love You." Jesus said to him, "Tend My sheep.  John 21:15-17

Loving Proof~


Sometimes love's most tender offerings 
are nothing more than realizations
that the 'missing you' agony it brings
is the proof of its existence at all

Janet aka Mom

To those north of the sunny south...

Kind Sir, you’re mistaken
We're not really taken
By your candid blue gaze and your brawny-bold stance
But if you insist
We will not resist
The lure of your passion and thoughts of romance
Oh, we’ll let you woo us
And pretend to love us
While we also pretend to fall for your smile
Your laughter entices
Fool-hardy sacrifices
Yet we are quite willing to allow you to beguile
us with your charm
as we lean on your arm
Ignoring the facts that quietly persist
Behind your glance
As we frolic and dance
Are the age-old truths that forever exist
You hold in your candor
And pleasing demeanor
The power to slip from illusions of spring
As smiles turns to scowls
Warm sighs to brute howls
And winter returns for one final fling

© Janet Martin

Yes, we are in shorts and flip-flops (Emily was tubing on the river for goodness sakes!!!)
But mittens and scarves are not packed away
We know that April can pack a mean punch
And we know this weather is NOT here to stay…
So get out and enjoy it while you can!!!


A Monday Morning Melody

The morning mist that softly kissed
Earth’s placid, slumb’ring brow
Has melted to the quiet blue
Beneath the mellow glow
Of daylight stretching, softly etching
Rugged timber-line
Against the sigh of heaven’s eye
And glorious sunshine

Duties command instructs the hand
But cannot steal the heart
As symphonies borne on the breeze
And springtime’s budding art
Renews our hope; broadens the scope
Of dreams that dormant lay
Mankind rejoices with the voices
Spilling from earth’s fray

The vigor of youth’s crazy love
Stirs rampant wanderlust
Its beckon from a hillside throne
And lanes of wakened dust
The morning mist that softly kissed
The tear from winter’s cheek
Opens the door; across earth’s shore
…begins another week

© Janet Martin

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Unfolding Drama


A drama unfolds
outside my window
Unscripted scene
of inherent bliss
Its gestures are subtle,
its sources quite hidden
yet its delivery
is wild and intense
It rustles through hallways
where nobody follows
save for the breeze
dangling in mid-air
I reach out my hand
but the translucent actors
just keep on singing
without a care
Vaguely I recall
previous imitations
but never have I seen it
quite like this
I let it carry me
without hesitation
It drives my woes
to the sky’s emptiness
What is this ravaging, wonderful thing?
Ah yes, I’ve heard tell…
…they call it Spring

© Janet Martin~


Spring Sonnets

The cattail sheds its ragged over-coat
The pond, released from winter’s icy clutch
Lies mute, an amber gem on earth’s dull throat
As sepia landscapes ache for April’s touch
The sun frolics among the tumbled hills
Of cumulus and cirrus rivalry
And in the maple tree a robin trills
In carols of dissonant harmony
Ah spring, push back stark winter’s stricken shroud
And wash the earth with tears from heaven’s cloud

Renew love’s song upon our tepid lips
And stir within our hearts re-surging hope
As earth responds to verdant fingertips
We tune our ear to heaven’s calliope
For nature throbs with newness and with life
The old has passed away and it is done
Come; thrust aside the chains of harbored strife
Redemption sings in violet undertone
No merit dwells in trampled husks of loss
Come, leap for joy, as sorrow sheds its dross

As surely as when winter turns to spring
As surely as the bud inspiring bloom
As surely as faith’s quiet offering
So too, God’s grace dispels our cloak of doom
Come; cast aside your worry and despair
Tomorrow’s needs have never yet been met
Inhale the passion tinting fragrant air
The darling of life’s seasons lifts her head
With promises, not coin-tossed in the dark
She spreads her garments over hilltops stark

The thunder meditates in vaulted plains
It rolls in afterthought along its berth
Delivering the tune of sudden rains
To limbs up-lifted from the patient earth
And now the dormant still-life bursts with zest
As emerald kaleidoscopes of glory surge
An ocean rushing to the azure crest
Where land and sky in one grand hymn converge
Ah spring, the harbinger of sun-filled days
We lift with nature’s voice our songs of praise

© Janet Martin

Saturday, March 17, 2012

The Most Beautiful Part

It slips away in misty gray
Over the hill so blue
No backward glance, no long last dance
…my happy day with you
In oceans aloft and ever so soft
With nothing but a whispered sigh
It pushes away, my beautiful day
Into the by and by
And now as I gaze to the sunset blaze
Silently, tenderly
I fold to my heart, its most beautiful part
A precious memory

Janet~

Replay from a year ago...Reasons

Moments…clamoring for my attention
Then dissolving before I can give them
Their just due
Duty……in every shape and dimension
Crowding around me, distracting me
From you

Blessing…imperceptible in its grandeur
Of minutest and invisible detail
Surrounds me
Life….. a passage of splendor
For I am slipping and sliding toward Your
Arms around me

Seasons…marked by changing faces
Evolving into a lifetime
Of yesterdays
Reasons…..silent, motionless traces
Outlining thoughts of You
In poignant praise

Janet~

Busy day...time for a re-play:)
It is how I feel...a constant slipping and sliding toward victory!

Friday, March 16, 2012

Rolling Pin Collection



Mary, thank-you for reminding me to do this...it is a long ever-due promise I made to Megan, at Lilacs and Lavender. They used to be in baskets...as you'll notice on the last few photos, I have moved some up on top of my cupboards where they don't need to be dusted quite as often:)See comments for further explanations on how this came to be...:)

Dream to the Stars...


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Dream to the stars and beyond, my dear child
Dream to the depths of the sea
Wanting and wishes are what spur you higher
To what God has planned you to be

So dream with the Keeper of stars in your eyes
Dream with your hand in His grip
For He holds the plan for each day of our lives
As moments to memory slip

Equip your dreams with the wisdom and might
That grounds us in eternal truth
Let His wonder fill your wee heart with delight
Remember Him now, in your youth

© Janet Martin


Remember your Creator
   in the days of your youth,
before the days of trouble come
   and the years approach when you will say,
   “I find no pleasure in them”—Eccles. 12:1

Spring Song

He fills the night sky with celestial diamonds
Imbues with enchantment, dirt road and dull field
He embellishes dawn with mercy resplendent
And covers the earth in Hope’s infinite shield

He fills each moment with uncharted mystery
Lavishes meadows with gold diadem
He breathes on the bud, stirring from tight-lipped prisons
Ravishing garments for nature’s bare limb

He nudges the pulse of the seed, deep in slumber
Urges the soil to unclench its cold fist
In translucent whispers He flings without number
Petals of promise to vales heaven-kissed

He brushes the sky-line with wonder, bold, blazing
Quiets the daylight with unfettered grace
From the height of the mountain to the floor of the ocean
To the hearts of mankind, He does not hide His face

Sing to the One who appoints every season
Victory embraces cold-hearted defeat
Praise be to Him who with love beyond reason
Showers His glory to bloom at our feet

© Janet Martin

 “Listen to this, Job;
   stop and consider God’s wonders.Job 37:14

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Tagged Again...round 2

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I'm accepting the re-tag in part because Victoria, my 11 year old daughter  is out for a second night to a sleep-over and the house seems so quiet without her. This will occupy my mind.:)
So Happy Amateur. I accept the re-tag:) 
The Rules Are:
1. You must post the rules.
2. Post 11 fun facts about yourself.
3. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post, and then create 11 more to ask the ones you tag.
4. Tag however many bloggers you wish.
5. Let them know they are tagged.
6. Have fun!!
 11 fun facts about me:
1. I have never owned a cell phone
2 I went to a smash derby and had a latte- two firsts- a month ago
3. I am learning to type.
4. I am a home-body
5. therefore I am terrible with directions
6. and a very timid driver on unfamiliar roads
7.  Beth Powning is one of my favorite Canadian authors
8. I am sensitive, love deeply and quietly, and find it hard to let go
9. I collect rolling pins...120 and counting.
10. My comfort food is saltines and sharp cheddar
11. Happy Amateur said her hunches are usually pretty good...mine is almost the same!!! My lunches are usually pretty good...scrambled egg on a wrap with salsa and cheese or mini-wheat with blue-berries!


11 questions for you:  My answers
1.      Do you give yourself enough credit? No, I'm always a harsh critic of myself...
2.      What is your biggest hope? To hear 'well done, my good and faithful servant' when I leave this earth.
3.      Are you an early bird or a night owl when it comes to writing?  a night owl  hoot-hoot;))
4.      What are you most proud of? Of the way my hubby sacrifices for us!
5.      What gives you shivers?  Really great poetry and really awesome music! They are my 'good' shivers' A really black sky in the middle of the day gives me scary shivers.
6.      Do you believe there’s something more to coincidences? YES! I call them God-incidences:)
7.      Would you like to be a space tourist? YES!
8.      Do you fly in your dreams? Never have...but I do a mean fall:)
9.      Are you a “cat person” or a “dog person”?  Neither. But if I owned a pet it would be a dog.
10.  Do you edit your writing before posting it on your blog? Always...and I still find errors that somehow I over-look at posting time!
11. What do you want to be when you grow up? This question makes me smile...if ever I grow up I hope to be wise....and a better poet!
11 My Questions for you:  
      1. If you could change something about yourself what would it be? 
      2. What do you do to 'treat' yourself? 
I     3. What is a favorite memory of yours?
      4. What color are your eyes?
      5. How many times have you moved?
     6. What is your personal goal right now?
     7. What kind of music do you enjoy?
     8. What is your favorite meal...to cook?
     9. What hobbies do you enjoy?
     !0. What do you dread?
     11.  What inspires you?
I tag: with no pressure whatsoever to commit AND there is no time constraint on this either so if you want to play...YOU'RE IT!


Beware the Ides of March

He makes us believe he has fled
Gathered his bluster and dread
Feel how he teases against the south hill
Kindling soft breezes in woodland and rill
And drawing the bud from its bed

When did he stumble away
Over the field dull and gray?
When did he shoulder the brunt of his ire,
Exchanging cold silver for emerald desire
And spring zephyr’s passionate sway?

He makes us believe he is gone
But, be not deceived by his charm
Inside his mouth he holds one final fling
Sweet bird of the south, hide your head ‘neath your wing
I sense in his chuckle a storm

Janet ~

The Ides of March
Just one of a dozen Ides that occur every month of the year

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Blogger Tag!

Carrie has tagged me in blogger tag. I have loved getting to know Carrie through her amazing talent shared at Hope Whispers. So, Here goes!

The Rules Are:

1. You must post the rules.
2. Post 11 fun facts about yourself.
3. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post, and then create 11 more to ask the ones you tag.
4. Tag however many bloggers you wish.
5. Let them know they are tagged.
6. Have fun!!

11 Fun Facts About Me! 

1. Black Coffee is my all-time favorite  beverage.
2. I went to see a movie in a theater for the first time last year.
3. I went to see a movie in a theater for the second time this year, and walked out part-way through! (lesson: DO RESEARCH!)  Wanderlust starring Jennifer Anniston is a new low for Hollywood!
4. I don't think there are 11 fun facts about me:) okay that's cheating. I like black jelly-beans.
5. I am left-handed to write and right-handed for everything else.
6. I prefer dandelion bouquets from a child to a dozen roses from a florist.
7. I don't care for chocolate
8. I love playing the harmonica
9. I love the sound of rain-fall
10. I've never been on an airplane.
11. I wear my hair up in a clip 99% of the time.

My answers to Carrie's Questions

1.  What is your funniest embarassing moment? A few weeks ago as I was leaving the restaurant I paused at a bowl of ju-jubes and jelly beans  put there for guests to help themselves on the way out. I felt the eyes of someone next to me watching as I fished for the black ones, so I looked up, winked a little and said 'I like the black ones'. He threw back his head and ROARED with laughter!!! (He was a lovely African-American gentleman) I didn't realize what amused him until I was walking out, then it hit me. I know he heard me laughing:) He didn't see me flat out on the step outside trying to get my breath;))
2. What inspires you most to write a story or poem. Many things inspire me, but God's creation in its limitless wonder and glory inspires over and over and over!
3. If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you choose to go? There are so many places I want to see!!! How can I choose just one? H-m-m-m, I'm thinking...I'd like to see the ocean!...oh, let's throw in the Alps and Mount Kilimanjaro while we're at it:)
4.  Is there a series on T.V. that you always record so you will not miss it? I've never recorded anything in my life so I can watch it. I don't really watch TV very much.
5. How would you finish this sentence? "the love of my life is..._poetry ( there are too many people I love dearly)_____".
6. What do you imagine heaven to be like? I've tried imagining a crystal sea and golden streets and many mansions, but a real picture evades me, so then I try to imagine what God on His Throne will look like and still I cannot see. All I can see is me, bowing before Him.
7.  What is your first memory as a very small child?  I remember NOT wanting a nap and I remember the quilt! Mom says she thinks I was two years old.
8. How old were you when you wrote your first poem? I think I was eight.
9.  If you could go on a vacation today, who would you take with you and why?
I would take hubby. There is no one else in the world I can be more myself with, in spite of our differences.
10. Is there a food that you just cannot eat? Rare steak.
11.  Have you ever witnessed a miracle?  Yes! Four times, at the birth of each of our children!

11 things I would Like to Know About You...
I liked some of Carrie's questions so I'm going to 'borrow' a few...

1. What is your first memory as a small child?
2. What do you like to 'sneak' when no one is looking?
3.  What is your favorite 'writing snack'?
4. Who is your hero?
5. What is your favorite kind of footwear?
6. When did you realize you NEED to write?
7. Who is your best friend?
8. What is your favorite color to wear?
9. Do you have a favorite TV show?
10. If you were stranded on an island who would you like to be stranded with?
11. What inspires you to write more than anything?


Now here are a few friends I would like to share the fun with
(I understand if there is anyone not wanting to jump on the ride....no worries at all!....just want you to know you are considered for the fun.)
Gotcha, You're IT!!!
Mary at In the Corner of my Eye...
Laurie at Conversations with Laurie
Brenda at It's a Beautiful Life
Sherry at STARDREAMING with Sherry Blue Sky
The Happy Amateur at The Happy Amateur


The Bending of Time



It dissipates soundlessly
Into the clutch
Of history’s broadening palm
Splendor of heaven
That man cannot touch
Glorious, infinite calm
In the manner of centuries
Like never before
It bleeds on the edge of earth’s scape
Our humble gaze riveted
To the matador
Flinging o’er day's end a red cape
And moments of present
Dissolve on the lips
Of twilight dissolving the stage
Where purple-blue deepens
On time’s finger-tips
Bent on the turning of page


© Janet Martin

Above is a small taste of moody March, thus far. Actually, I quite like her mood this week! This poem was inspired tonight...the last # of photos on the slide-show.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Instruction Book

Teach me how to teach them, Lord
In this brief hour of holding
To weave a firm and kind regard
In moments smiling, scolding

Teach me what to teach them Lord
For there is no deliverance
So much have I to learn; yet now
They look to me for guidance

Teach me how to instruct them Lord
Oh where do I find wisdom?
You point me to your sacred Word
The beacon of instruction

© Janet Martin

 But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. 10 That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong. 2 Cor. 12:9-11

Listening to the Silence...

She listens to the silence now
The darkness seems enlarged somehow
Above the tiny feet of rain
Dancing upon the windowpane

And almost she can hear the knell
Of moments bidding swift farewell
And almost she can feel the touch
Of whispered memories and such

She listens to the silence now
The rise and fall, the ebb and flow
A cadence of forgotten years
Caught suddenly in one small tear

J~

The Cursed Thirst

She cried for him then
For the dear little lad
who loved the drunk
because the drunk was
his dad...

She wept for the lashes
on a back so young
because daddy crashes
when the whiskey is gone...
and then staggers away
crying
as he listen to his child
defending him,
lying
as a thirst drives him wild...

Some say *you cannot make a silk purse
from a sow's ear
But they've never known the curse
of a drunkard's tear

J~

Inspired in part by tonight's episode of Little House on the Prairie.

* A quote from the show

Monday, March 12, 2012

Strangers


Although you never tell me
I know your secret hurts
I study your reflection now
Without offering of words
For you know what I’m going to say
Before the air is broken
We share a world no one can see
In trysts, raw and unspoken

We sit together, you and I
In silences unhurried
I know your thoughts and you know mine
It’s always been this way, dear
I trace the outline of your stare
You crazy, sudden stranger
Who are you? I am unprepared
To attempt any answer

For I am you and you are me
And yet, I’ve never seen you
Get up and walk across the street
Or even to the next room
I’ve known you all my life and yet
I lean to see you clearer
For I feel like I’ve never met
That woman in the mirror

© Janet Martin

Most Holy God

You were not made holy
Oh God
But you were holy before time
And thus, I am stilled and humbly awed
That You,
All Holy, Sublime
Loved mankind so
That You sent your Son
Offering blood-bought freedom
To everyone
From thrones of Heaven
You heard our cry
And You beheld
With holy eye
The rivers
Of red futility
From goats and bulls
In an endless sea
Yet still sin remained
Victorious on earth
And man was chained
To its guilty curse
So in holy love
Lamb without blame
The Son of God
To men, You came
Not counting the cost
But knowing the gain
You loved the lost
Unto death
You testified
With your last breath
Our hope
Then died

But death, oh death
Could never keep
His Holy Love
In lifeless sleep
But once for all
His sacrifice
Has sealed our pardon
Paid sin’s price
And from the earth
He rose
Most glorious
His Holy reign
Supreme
Victorious 

Janet Martin~

 God made him who had no sin to be sin for us, 
so that in him we might become the righteousness of God.  2Cor. 5:21

 Exalt ye the LORD our God, and worship at his footstool; for he is holy. Psalms 99:5




Color Me Spring


Color me spring
The enchanted fling
Of tulip and daffodil
With laughing lips
Tenderly kiss
To naught gray winter’s ill

Color me spring
Lavender, green
Silver teardrop in your eyes
Wash to the blue
The moody hue
Of winter’s sure demise

Color me spring
Weeping, dancing
Gather me close in your arms
As you brush away
Deep winter’s day
With crocus and violet charms

Color me spring
With an offering
Of grand re-birth and hope
In sun-kissed breeze
Through jeweled trees
I hear spring’s calliope

© Janet Martin

Evening's Dawning

When evening dawns, the harsher shades
Of toil are dimmed and muted
Staccato rhythms of noon-parades
Recoil, in history rooted
And from the cusp of earthen tongue
A somnolent caressing
Draws shadowed dusk o'er old and young
In heaven’s twilight blessing

The azure grin of laughing day
The tumbled cloud of sorrow
Are gathered in and tucked away
Lord willing, till tomorrow
And from the wall of hill and tree
Of sky-scraper horizon
A deepening shawl of symmetry
Expands from heaven's ocean

Across the girth of misery
And lust’s incessant fretting
  Behold the earth, a velvet sea
Beneath dusk’s dew-drop netting
Come; cast to naught your meager wants
Beneath an eye immortal
For evening dawns in mystic haunts
From heaven’s lowered portal

© Janet Martin

  


Today's Discoveries...

When you toss grape soda into the sun
It falls in amethyst rain

It is hard to be blue
in the midst of purple-grape giggling girly mustaches.

God smiles in little girls…and sisters.

The night is larger, its hollow deeper
Alone

Ocean waves may wash my soul, but never memories.
Ten fingers entwined are not hopeless wishes
But hopeful prayers

At midnight I paused on the edge of the day that was…
And the brink of what is.

It takes no extra effort
At all
To be
Selfish

A life-time happens but once, in moments.
So do it right…in moments.

Janet

Inspired by Tor's Birthday Party...and other moments

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Speaking from the Future to the Past...


Aren’t you Glad?

Aren’t you glad
When they reached out their hands
Beckoning to you
Come, come
And you closed your eyes
And let them pull you
Too frightened to
Walk, so
They carried you
Forward
Yes, yes
They said
And would not let you retreat
To the comfort of
Obscurity
But they lifted you
Legs dangling
Heart trailing behind
All trembling
Until suddenly you knew
They knew
Exactly how you feel
For somewhere hands reached for them
And now you stand
Here
Glad to be
A part
Of a circle
Of
Friends

Janet~

Written for Poetic Bloomings prompt


Half a Man's Life~


So many duties to fulfill
So many hands to hold
So many tender hearts to till
And so many fears to fold
So many poems to be written
And many a promise to keep
But God has deigned half a man’s life
To be spent in a thing known as…
Sleep

© Janet~