Chapters

Even now, in the frigid low-light of the day
Though I cling tenaciously, they slip away
As the moon in soft, translucent glow
Spreads her charcoal art-work on the snow
Even now, these tranquil moments spend
Their one brief gasp, to begin and swiftly end
These chapters

The ocean appears a formidable and fearless force
It ebbs and flows, it shifts and rolls and roars
But mightier still, as from the shore I gaze
Is time’s unaltered will, the reckless speeding of my days
I cannot stop the wave though I protest and plead
Nor can I seal the grave of history’s insatiable need
Of chapters

What can I do but smile and weep, hold on, let go
The things I keep are like the shadows on the snow
Perfect in the moment they are cast
A precious, silent memory when they’ve passed
But we turn back the pages now and then
Silent musings written without pen
These chapters


Janet~

Beyond Her Reach

Somewhere the white waves wash away
The ambling footprints of the day
Somewhere the kindness of a man
Warms the heart of his woman
Somewhere the seed of true surrender
Yields a bloom of peace so tender
Somewhere the purple twilight glows
Softening the restless breeze that blows
Somewhere the child is rocked to sleep
As angels loving vigil keep
Somewhere the wavering melody
Of midnight sets the new day free
Somewhere, somewhere beyond the blue
Rests every precious thought of you

Janet~

A Longing in her Eyes.........

You come to me
A memory
A sudden catching in my throat
And I inhale
Your soft appeal
Like the scent of last year’s coat
Your stale perfume
Permeates the room
I press my face to the window
But all I see
Is a willow tree
And its silent, swaying shadow

Janet~

Beyond My Window........

Beyond my window lies the field
A cold and placid icy shield
It does not smile or even wink
--Shrugs off the skies of muted pink
Nor does it yield in slight relent
To speak of warmer hours spent
Here lies the frozen, silent vale
Beneath the blue and moaning gale

So what if she did wear the gown
Of fairest June; the emerald crown
So what if now I sit and swoon
To yearn for summer’s afternoon
And dream of hours slow and lazy
So what of dandelion or daisy
She takes a keener, hard delight
And flaunts her chilling garb of white

Beyond my window to my glares
She returns unflinching stares
While snow-birds skim, swoop low and glide
Above her palm, pale and wide-eyed
No hint of sultry August haze
Or gleaming wheat-fields rippling sways
Boldly she bares her icy arm
And dares the winds of warmer charm

Beyond my window lies a field
Soon, ah soon her crest must yield
To the sunlight’s softening ray
To the lure of spring-times day
Soon her cold and sullen stance
Will be the floor where bare feet dance
Soon her pasturelands will brim
With the sparkling strands of spring

Janet~

I know....there's been a few 'window' poems recently.
Symptoms of feeling slightly 'caged' perhaps?:)

Love Poem

When the touch of your lips has cooled on my skin….I love you
When you’re a million miles away again….I love you
When the fields where we danced have lost their glow
And the hills of chance are covered in snow…..I love you
When it’s raining outside at one a.m…..I love you
When tear-drops are love's bitter gem…….I love you
When all the books in all the world
Fail to touch the thoughts I hold….I love you
When you’re a hundred poems away….I love you
When you forget the words I say….I love you
I love your hands, your lips, your eyes
In them I fall through weightless skies…and I love you
When silence replaces our carefree laughter…I love you
In the middle, before and after…..I love you
When each sigh is breathed in vain
As I cry for love's kind pain….I love you
When all the roses’ petals fade…
When we relinquish plans we’ve made….I love you
When passions dreams lie in the dust
And it seems all we have is trust….I love you
When you breathe against my ear
Or you’re a half a world from here…..I love you
Morning, noon or in the night….
When your eyes have lost their light….I love you
Without beginning and without end…
Where the dark and light shades blend….I love you
In every silent, longing breath….I love you
Forever and ever, in life or death…..I love you

Janet~

What Is This?

What is this?
This blend of desire and devotion
What is this?
This well of inexplicable emotion
A constant hunger, yet profound satisfaction
A perpetual need; a thing, yet an action
This shoulder of warmth and true contentment
What is it? This joy, wrought with disappointment?
What is this thing that grows as we’re giving?
The soul’s silent cry in every man living
It’s potential as vast as the sky above……
…….why it is this little thing called love

Janet~

The Way of Love...from the Bible

1 Corinthians 13: Faith, Hope, Love

Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal.

And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.

And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, but have not love, it profits me nothing.

Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up;

Does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil;

Does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth;

Bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Love never fails. But whether there are prophecies, they will fail; whether there are tongues, they will cease; whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away.

For we know in part and we prophesy in part.

But when that which is perfect has come, then that which is in part will be done away.

When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things.

For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known.

And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.



The best thing St. Paul ever wrote! Taken from the new King James version of the Bible. I have examined many translations and this strikes me as the best: it retains the gorgeous poetry of the old King James version, while including a crucial improvement: the translation of the Greek word "agape" as "love" rather than "charity". "Agape" (pronounced a-ga-pay') refers to neighbourly love. I suspect that in the 17th century "charity" had a much broader meaning than it does today. --Franca Leeson

Our Greatest Need

What intricate creatures are we?
Similar, yet each our own mystery
Creations of flesh, blood and feeling
Emotional beings of internal appealing
Humanity; prone to want and greed
For our very nature is one of vast need

In the first breath we draw our need is there
The need of hands, to hold and care
Left alone and untouched, we will die
We are creatures of need from our very first cry
As each need is met we unconsciously prove
The universal need in everyone is love

There is no one who is complete on their own
We need each other; we are empty alone
There is no one who does not need love
And if we have known love we have known God
To say there is no God but to profess love to another
Cannot be; there is not one without the other

For God is love; He cradles the earth
His love forms us and gives us breath
To know love is to glimpse His face
It is our choice to know His grace
But He knew our need; He died to prove
The immeasurable depth of His great love

Janet~

Dear friends, let us love one another,
For love comes from God.
Everyone who loves has been born of God
and knows God.
Whoever does not love does not know God,
for God is love. 1 John 4:7-8

Read 1 John ch. 3&4

May we all know Love this Valentine's Day!