Misunderstood

He used to say
'Don't tell me you love me...show me'
She knows he meant well
But actions can often be misunderstood
And somewhere along the way
It became too hard to say
'I love you'

He used to say,
'don't bother with stuff,
Show me your love'
Thinking he was doing her a favor...
But somewhere along the way
something within her died...
No matter how hard she tried
She could never do enough
To say 'I love you'

Love is...
It is not something we 'do'
and yet it touches every act
if we are in love..
To love and to be in love
Not the same thing
She wonders sometimes
If it is possible
To be in love again...

He used to say
'Don't tell me you love me...show me'
She knows he meant well
But actions can often be misunderstood
And somewhere along the way
It became too hard to say
'I love you'

He used to say,
'don't bother with stuff,
Show me your love'
Thinking he was doing her a favor...

But This...

Today you lean heavily on my mind
In tumbled shades of blue and gray
And I’ll admit, sometimes I find
That I don’t know quite what to say
But this…I love you~

J~

As Summer Bows its Head...

As summer hangs
Its pensive head
With all its fragrant
Petals shed
As cow-slip falls
Into the brook
And violet fades
From shaded nook
As jonquil weeps
Its golden tear
Against white jasmine’s
Lily ear
As fair wild rose
And anemone
Lie withered on
The cold, gray stone
As wanton breezes
Strip the vine
Of clematis
And columbine
As muted purple
And golden rod
Lay their glory
On the sod
As every flower
On earth’s shore
Buds, then blooms
And is no more
So too is this
Wee life of man
We ought to bloom
While still we can

J~

Truth...

To live in denial does not change the truth
Or to claim there is no God
Does not free one of accountability
As his body is laid in the sod

We love darkness when our deeds are evil
Thinking its act none can find
God knows what we will do before it is done
A fool deceives his own mind

There are those who rebel against light
Because they have not understood
That God is compassion and mercy and love
He is Light and He is good

Since Eden this world was doomed to woe
The consequence of sin
But after this world we will go
To an eternity without end

To live in denial does not change the facts
In this life we are not doomed to loss
We can be saved, not by our own acts
But through blood shed upon a cross

To live in denial does not change the truth
All who live must die
Eternity’s destinies are only two
Hell below or heaven on high

Janet~



“There are those who rebel against the light,
who do not know its ways
or stay in its paths. Job 24:131


In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. 2 He was with God in the beginning. 3 Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made. 4 In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind. 5 The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome[a] it. John 1; 1-5

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~