Mortality

Today is my ‘sweetest sorrow’ day
When memories like priceless tokens
Are tucked away,
As I stand on the brink
Of tomorrow today
And new beginnings
It’s a sweet crazy roller-coaster
As the wind and the rain
Cater in tender empathy
To my pleasure and pain
Oh what a ride,
This memory train is
Taking a journey again…
As I stand here and think
Of tomorrow today
And more precious moments
Are stolen away
And small grows
A little bigger every day
And the face in the window
Begins turning away
To chase the dream
Of childhood and youth
While I begin
To believe a truth
That we deny
When we are young
As days drift by
Like new love song
But now forces me to stand
Face to face with reality
One life is but a grain of sand
On the shore of time’s vast sea
A year is a trickle, one tiny seed
Mortality is fickle and brief indeed

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Janet Martin

My apologies...but
Labor Day seems to be a day
of tender torment:)

Autumn Wind

I embrace you, taunting, wild You dash from off the ridge In carefree gambols, like a child I race beneath the bridge Then suddenly, the bittersweet Snatches away my laughter As I see the sad retreat Of summer’s ever-after You tease the hunger in my soul My cheek longs for your kisses Your wanton ardor makes me whole Yet I spurn your caresses An imposter and a thief You charm with reckless fervor Mindless of the ragged grief Within the heart of summer If I were a marionette Then oh, how you could move me I would twirl and pirouette As you seduce and love me The passion in your cobalt eye Would fill this wretched hunger But you can never satisfy A true blue heart of summer All Rights Reserved Janet Martin

Better Way...

Seems like everyone is searching
For a better way
Better job, better hours
And of course, better pay
Better stuff, better house
Better lover, better wife
Better pastures in the distance
In a better, better life
Better music, better books,
Better kids, better dreams
Better clothes, better figure
Better waits or so it seems
Yet we miss the better, better
As in steadfastness He waits
While we gaze in futile longing
Past a better, better Gate
Better hope, better peace
Better joy, better love
Better riches that increase
In better mansions up above
Better promise, better glory
In a better, better day
For Jesus is the Only
And the better, better Way

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Janet Martin

The Order of Things.....

Betrayal brings hurt
Lost love brings sorrow
The sun in the west
Will bring us tomorrow
Hard work brings fatigue
The rain makes things grow
And a smile brings sunshine
Wherever we go

Words hastily spoken
Will oft bring us shame
And a promise broken
Will ruin a good name
A seed that is planted
Will bring forth its fruit
Life taken for granted
Is misunderstood

Doors will open
But they also close
The higher the moment
The lower the lows
Love freely given
Will ever increase
But the miser's dungeon
Will never know peace


Feelings are a luxury
Few can afford
The devil’s debauchery
Seduces hands that are bored
Reaching to help others
What healing it brings
Yes, life has a natural
Order of things

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Janet Martin

There Is......

There is no fountain of eternal youth
There is only Heaven and hell
And there is only one real Truth
Within us we all know it well
There is only here and now
The rest is what was or will be
There is only one true God
And there is eternity

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Janet Martin

oh yes.....I forgot one thing....
There is coffee:)

Ponderings......

We are no more able to live in the past
Than we are to touch tomorrow
And all the memories we hold fast
Are thorns and jewels we borrow
The fleeting dance of yesterday
May claim no safer care
Than in our memory, tucked away
Yet, it is simply air

There is but one true gem we hold
Before it too is taken
To rest in vaults of useless gold
For if tomorrow we waken
The gem which now we call today
Will simply be a whisper
Of moments gathered yesterday
Before they’re gone forever


(optional last verse)
So to thyself and God be true
In this day you’ve been given
Joy and sorrow both are few
In our prelude to heaven
Yesterday is dead and gone
Tomorrow just a glimmer
Today we hold a priceless crown
Before it’s gone forever

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Janet Martin

Voices.....

This is the voice of September’s dawn
Weeping its memories across the lawn
Torrents of sweet melancholy
Laugh upon this faded sea
Who can touch the stars above?
And who can force a heart to love?

This is the song on the wavering breeze
Torn between summer and beckoning leaves
Whispers of passion and lovers’ tears
Tuning the sorrow of a hundred years
Who can change one leaf to red?
Or who can make a heart forget?

This is the plea in the dying sun
Knowing indeed that summer is done
Taming the heart of vagrant youth
Weaving a shroud of silent truth
Who can make an old man young?
Or find the tombs where Time has gone?

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Janet Martin

Angel.....

I held her a little while ago
Sun-kissed and sleepy
Her eyes have closed
And what she whispered
Only heaven knows
As I quietly turned to go…..
But….
……. when I tiptoed to the door
I heard her sleepy voice once more
The sweetest words she said to me
“Oh mommy, won’t you pray with me?”
And in the silent evening
I think I heard the angels sing

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Janet Martin