The Proof

Accolades and sleek words of boast

are not testimonies sublime

to prove the things we love the most;

It's how we spend our time

Janet~

Love One Another

Let me begin at the heart of you

Lest in my selfish haste

I sadly should miss the part of you

That forms love’s ever-best

Is there to love a beginning or end?

I have not found it so

Love cannot choose its course, my friend

Or where its tides may flow

I thought a kiss was love’s signature

But as I held you near

The rush of the past, present and future

Brushed my cheek in your tear

Affection is tender and beautiful

Love, a double-edged ache

All of life’s goodness, pleasure and grief

Tremble within its wake

Love is not glamorous, easy or grand

Nor a thing given in part

It is not something we hold in our hand

But something we are from the heart

Janet Martin

http://carryontuesdayprompt.blogspot.com/2011/10/carry-on-tuesday-129.html

Tomorrow...

http://www.writersdigest.com/


Tomorrow I will tackle
Those jobs around the yard
Load up the old wheel-barrow
With leaves, tattered and tired
I’ll rinse off all the shovels
The shears, edger and hoes
Stack the tomato cages
In neat and tidy rows

Tomorrow I'll clean windows
And fix the broken door
I'll tidy up the kitchen
And scrub my dirty floor
I'll bake the way I used to
Before life's craziness
I'll split the wood for kindling
And clean up every mess

Tomorrow I will wander
Beneath skies, cold and blue
And wish that I could squander
Another hour with you
The cold seems so much colder
And summer far behind
And I feel so much older
Without you on my mind

Tomorrow I will listen
To autumns parting hymn
A madrigal of wisdom
Left upon the limb
Tomorrow I’ll be willing
To fight the good old fight
But time is swift and fleeting
That’s why today I write

Janet Martin

Actually, I feel this is a little rough shod, but it all I could muster
After an exceptionally crazy day!

Prompt; Procrastination...that was easy. I took my mental 'to-do' list:)

Written for November's poem a day challenge.

Authors

We all have one
An original
Mystery and suspense
Romance, non-fiction
It doesn’t require
Pencil or pen
Simply moments
Cast in Time
I wonder
As you walk by
What’s being written
In the story of your life?

Janet~

The Veil

Today the sky’s a purple wall
Heavy with thoughts of rain
I cannot see too far at all
Into its ethereal plain
Yesterday it wore the soft hue
Of warmth and golden sun
Melting across the endless blue
Where cherubs play and run

Today we stand perhaps to gaze
Upon its mystery
Marveling at the dazzling haze
Of midnight’s starry sea
A canvas where the morning dawns
Or sunset tints the lea
A curtain twixt Time’s little yawn
And God’s infinity

Some day the elements will shake
And every eye behold
As through the veil a throng shall break
On chariots of gold
Today we see a skies facade
And heaven is concealed
Someday we’ll see the face of God
And Holiness revealed

Janet~

The other night I dreamed that I was staring at the sky
at a strange white speck which began to expand, and suddenly in
the space of a breath it burst across the sky; God and legions of angels
so bright I could not see! All I remember was being dumb-founded and saying 'this is it! this is The Day! it's over, it's over...and then I woke...

'I thought of this passage of scripture in Acts 1...


6 Then they gathered around him and asked him, “Lord, are you at this time going to restore the kingdom to Israel?”

7 He said to them: “It is not for you to know the times or dates the Father has set by his own authority. 8 But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes on you; and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth.”

9 After he said this, he was taken up before their very eyes, and a cloud hid him from their sight.

10 They were looking intently up into the sky as he was going, when suddenly two men dressed in white stood beside them. 11 “Men of Galilee,” they said, “why do you stand here looking into the sky? This same Jesus, who has been taken from you into heaven, will come back in the same way you have seen him go into heaven.”

and this verse in Matthew 24:

30 “Then will appear the sign of the Son of Man in heaven. And then all the peoples of the earth[c] will mourn when they see the Son of Man coming on the clouds of heaven, with power and great glory.

Yanked from a Dream...

The morning’s verdict comes too soon
On night’s like this
But dawn is fading out the moon
With silent kiss
Her curves align intricately
Against the dark
As day becomes a silver sea
And night the spark

I close my eyes willing night’s spell
To linger on
It is no use; for I can tell
That you are gone
The warmth of you against my skin
Is hard to bear
Ten-thousand memories hovering
On stringent air

The morning’s verdict will not sway
Its fingertips
Methodically tug you away
From sleep-warm lips
Smoothly the smiling day invades
The dreamer’s bliss
And with the dawn you slip away
No farewell kiss

J~

Autumn's Farewell Song

Bright hills are stripped of crimson hue
The stark skeletal limb resides
Where daylight, sharp with frozen dew
Transforms dull fields to silver tides
And frosty, jagged petals flow
In umber streams, upon the grass
As from the limb, like russet snow
Unwary flakes of autumn pass

The flower garden, stripped of charm
Has sown its glory in the earth
Until the sun begins to warm
The grave where lies its dormant mirth
The tune of meadow-lark and finch
Becomes the blue-jay’s raucous cry
As autumn’s shoulder, inch by inch
Forces earth’s solemn lullaby

The wind, like heaven’s giant broom
Sweeps gallantly across the yard
As leaves like scattered children run
Ahead of bristles pushing hard
Where once they whispered to the moon
They chatter softly at my feet
I pause and listen to the tune
Of autumn’s farewell, bittersweet

Janet

Yes, those are 'the glasses;)
referring to a few comments...

An Extra-ordinary Day

At a glance it’s nothing special
Just an ordinary day
Creeping up against the shadows
In an ordinary way
But if you observe it closely
You can see the Giver’s face
In this extra-ordinary gift
Another day of grace

Janet

This Saturday looked very ordinary at first glance…
Baking, work outside, finish up laundry, throw in the wood,
Do groceries…sigh. I looked a little closer. It’s not raining,
The sun has transformed the lawn into a golden platter
On which God is handing me an extra-ordinary gift, a day of grace!