Maybe in Time...

Maybe in time
I will loosen my grip
And not rebel
As moments slip
Twixt you and I...

Maybe in time
I will turn the page
Without reluctance
For life's next stage
Where shadows lie

Maybe in time
I will release you a bit
But for now, I confess
I'm not ready yet
To say good-bye

Maybe in time
I will understand
And no longer tally
The miles on the sand
Twixt you and I...

J~

Symphony

There is a symphony
Born in the dusk
Swept through the linden-tree
And rows of corn husk
I cannot hear it
In the high-tide of noon
It waits for the midnight
And the lofty white moon

Scented with flowers
And rain-thickened breeze
It seeps from the bowers
Of August’s dark trees
Over dim meadows
Of shower-bent grass
Across dormant shadows
Its tender notes pass

August’s fair dawn
Is a gift to behold
Painting the lawn
In whispers of gold
But I choose the song
Of rich harmony
Dripping from the tongue
Of a midnight sea

There is a symphony
Drifting down a dark lane
Across wind-swept lea
After August’s rain
Dark blue-bells weep
On the pale anemone
I cannot sleep
So I listen…alone

Janet~

...and to think on most nights
I miss it!!

If Not For Prayer

Sometimes hours are so heavy
Much too heavy to bear
I would become discouraged
If not for prayer

Sometimes the music is silent
Nothing to soften the air
And I think I would give up
If not for prayer

Sometimes love is beautiful
And sometimes an ache we can’t share
With anyone but He
Who hears every prayer

Sometimes it seems we forget
We never escape His care
Hope indeed would be barren
If not for prayer

Janet~

Never Too Far

On nights like tonight, I must confess
You feel too far from me
As the hush of midnight strums the tress
Of rain-laden willow tree
And the darkness leans heavy and wet
Against the wooded rill
Obliterating the silhouette
Of tree or distant hill

On nights like tonight I hear your laughter
Waft on the fluid air
I feel the richness of its timbre
Soft and warm against my hair
And I wonder if you’re sleeping
Or perhaps under the power
Of a muse that is keeping
You awake in midnight’s hour

On nights like tonight, the curve of thought
Will not obey command
Conflict is a mortal lot
The heart unlike my hand
Which moves as I allow it
But somehow I find
It is much harder
To discipline the mind

On nights like tonight you wash over me
And I do not resist
Unlike a wave upon the sea
You hover in the mist
And I reach out to touch you
Trace the still and dampened air
Across distance I love you
And touch you with prayer

J~

A friend, according to miles, far, far away
Asked me tonight if I would pray
And I was so thankful to know miles and air
Can never out-distance the touch of a prayer.

It's A Rainy Day in August

It's a song of comforting melancholy
Washing the earth with a silver sea
Wind and rain in perfect harmony
A rainy day in August

J~

I wish I knew how to up-load the video here.
For some reason I cannot get it to work on this blog!
It was a song of pure exhilaration...but these pics will have to do:)

Out with the Gold, in with the Blue

Darling, wrap me in your cloak of moody blue today
I hear the words you spoke pour from skies tumbled and gray
There’s an essence in cool blue that warm gold cannot acquire
Stirring in me, thoughts of you, and longing and desire…

Darling, some prefer the sky of sun and azure blue
Flawless, perhaps save for a straggling billowy cloud or two
But there’ something ‘bout your glowering scowl that stirs the want in me
As your sullen fury howls across the field and sea

Darling, hold me in your touch of blue and stormy passion
Don’t withhold your gaze from me, undo me with an ocean
Pouring from the lowered hem of gray and misty blue
Soon sun’s gold will flower again…and steal my want of you

Darling, there’s a kindred spirit pouring from the sky
Rushing through me as I hear it; a song, a moan, a sigh
Darling, I'm comfortable in your arms of moody blue today
Your tears are soft, your breath is warm, you are not far away…

Janet Martin

I can’t help it…
I love rainy days.

Storm-tossed

Today as someone spoke your name

I felt the blood rush through my veins

Like the wind, a ruthless fiend

Lashing out across the land

I retrieved the things I’ve kept

From you…and wept

The wind may tear and claw and scream

At grassy stair and woodland stream

It may rush, with stormy tear

Across this vulnerable hemisphere

But it cannot reach the hidden part

Of you…rainbow in my heart

Today as raindrops lash the soil

And bar me from life’s sweeter toil

I look upon the picture of

Laughter, smiles, tears, love

A threshold of a thousand skies

With you…I hate good-byes

J~

He would be Fourteen...

He would be fourteen…
If he was here today
But three years ago
God helped him fly away
Above this morbid plain of woe
But oh, we still miss him so
…and we remember

He would be turning
From a boy to a man
But God with-drew him
Though we do not understand
Why he needed to go
We love and trust and miss him so…
…as we remember

In Memory of Josh Weber
Who would have turned fourteen yesterday.

Colin, Rhonda, Jordan, Makayla
In mid-July…on his birthday…
We remember with love and prayers.

Matt's verse He clung to...Psalm 46:1 (KJV) ” God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble “.

My verse I clung to..."For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways," declares the LORD.Isa.55:8