Reminded

It’s too easy to stop noticing
The wealth that we possess
Or take far too for-granted
The hand that we caress
It’s too easy to be blinded
By things we choose to crave
And we need to be reminded
Of the treasure that we have

It’s easy to get caught up
Between yearning and regret
And while we focus on these things
It’s too easy to forget
About the gifts that touch us
Soft, kind and undemanding
Pouring from the heavens
In mercy never-ending

Janet

Little Pieces

Little pieces
Little sighs
Ponderings
And thought
A little wisdom
A little sorrow
A little of
What life has taught
A little magic
A little mystery
A little bitty tear
The wisp of a dream
The hint of a smile
A shadow of yester-year
A little fantasy
A little fact
A little artistry
These woven together
Eventually spawn
A little poetry

Janet~

My Peace

It would be sadly and fearfully
That I would encounter each day
If I was unaware of God, near to me
And if I could never pray

His calm assurance keeps me still
In life’s vast uncertainty
His gentle voice tempers my will
His life-blood sets me free

It would be with disillusionment
That I would face each day
If there were no atonement
And if I could not pray

Janet~

I will never leave you nor forsake you. Hebrews 13:5

Tantrum

She weeps against my windowpane With wild and stormy tear Wailing as the raging wind Screams through the atmosphere The tree, her naked victim She tosses at her will I long to reach and still them Or shield them from her chill With merciless insistence She pounds against the door In spite of her persistence Her begging I ignore As all the more she battles In violent, furious rage I turn on the tea-kettle And slowly turn a page Like children throw a tantrum She too must have her fling A turbulent transition Before it can be spring She whips the ragged pine tree And storms across the grass Yet, for her venting misery I know, this too shall pass Janet~ We have a WILD one on our hands tonight! Seems she’s throwing everything at us she can possibly contrive… …wind, sleet, snow, rain, frozen rain!

Epitome of a Fool

Sometimes we return
To our mistakes
Simply to beautify them
To brush out the obscene edges
Too proud to see them
For what they really are…

Sometimes we return
To repeat them
Certain
That the out-come will be
Different… this time
Too proud to admit
That we were wrong

Sometimes we return
Because we want to repeat them
To justify our weakness with cause
The cause being weakness
And stubborn pride
Unwilling to admit
That we were wrong

Janet~

Realizations #2

It hurts sometimes
To look into your eyes
And realize
That soon you will be a man
But what a tender pain to bear
For I know God has a plan
For you, my dear
And I cannot deny it
As your head brushes my chin
It won’t be long before I wonder
Where my little boy has gone
And as I pause to ponder
The brevity of it all
Perhaps a little tear will fall
But oh, what a tender tear to shed
For though we cannot know what lies ahead
We will have each other
And God
I will always be your mother
And no matter where you trod
When I cannot be there
God will reach you with my prayer
His light is never dim
And we can always talk to Him

Janet~

Of Little Nothings

Darling, do you love me enough
To speak of the little ordinaries of your day?
You see… the thing about love
Is that love can love half a world away
If I asked ‘how are you truly?’
Tell me then, what would you say?
Oh my dear, won’t you come to me?
I’ve got all night, I’ve got all day

Darling, I would love to listen
Until the moon falls ‘neath the sea
Until the vales and hillsides glisten
With a dewy canopy
I would listen if you told me
Of the sorrow in your eye
I would like if you would hold me
While we laugh and love and cry

Darling, do you love me enough
To tell me of the little nothings in your heart?
You see… the thing about love
Is, love loves whether we’re together or apart
If I asked ‘how do you love me?’
Tell me then, what would you say?
If I should ask ‘why do you love me?’
Would it take all night…all day?

J~

My Quiet Time

This is my quiet time of day
My time to read and think and pray
While midnight draws its dewy shroud
Where moonlight traces silver cloud
While every little noise is hushed
And harsh outlines are softly brushed
While cares of daylight slip away
Behind a veil of misty gray
While hurried feet slow to a stroll
As midnight’s calm sweeps o’er my soul
While ten-thousand thousand diamonds gleam
Above the beds where children dream
While seekers seek and rovers rove
While weary sleep and lovers love
While some lone dog howls at the moon
And silence strums a wind-stroked tune
I wrap its comfort like a shawl
Around my heart, around my soul
As I read and think and pray
In my quiet time of day

Janet~