Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Beneath the Same, White Moon


Beneath the dark umbrella of night
Silence is amplified
As sound becomes the keener sight
And thought a swift-winged ride

Beneath its wide seamless canopy
As present and past entwine
Thoughts of you keep me company
And oh, your company is fine

Beneath the backdrop of the dawn
Life's imminent history
I wonder where the years have gone
And what is yet to be

Beneath the pining of the dark
As whispers ache and bleed
My thought ignites a sudden spark
And longing becomes need

Beneath the same, still, silent sky
Beneath the same white moon
I wonder where you are tonight
And will you be home soon…


J~

I took the kids out for a final shopping trip last night..
It was special, fun.
The night was glorious and still after excitement was lulled to dreamland
and mother stood on the porch drinking in the night sky(and coffee)...
(there is a reason my blogs contain the word 'porch')
on its step I ponder, reflect, and for me thought bleeds in one medium...poetry;))
thus a short-lived resolve not to write for a while. If the break happens, it happens and if not then it was not meant to be
Blessings~

Christmas Poems



If the joy of Christmas
Were as brief as its date
I think it would be
A season to hate…

I love the delights
That Christmas imparts
But only because
Of His love in my heart

Jesus...
The celebration of hope in one Birth
Jesus…
Perfect gift of love sent to earth
Jesus…
A message time cannot restrain
To God
Be the glory forever, Amen

(first I had the word 'Christmas' instead of 'Jesus''
but Christmas is JESUS)

Cradle, cross and resurrection
This is my Christmas reflection…

Janet

Reason to Celebrate...




It’s not in the lights
The shortbread, fruitcake
It’s not in the special
Christmas cards that we make
Though each are their own gift
They would lose their delight
If God had not so loved us
On that first Christmas night

It’s not in the presents
Underneath the tree
Not in decorations
So lovely to see
The wonderful carols
Would not fill us with mirth
If God had not given
His Son to this earth

…and here IS the reason
We celebrate thus
God in His mercy
Gave His Son to us
So that all who believe
Will not perish in sin
But they will receive
Eternal life through Him

Janet

For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life. John 3:16

to those who are saying ...huh?:) I'm postponing my 'break'...a little;))

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Merry Christmas!



I am taking a Christmas cyber-break!
But before I do I would like to take
A moment to wish you goodness and cheer
As we celebrate Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Janet Martin

God Bless you all
and may He be our reason
to celebrate this season!

I was planning on doing a live greeting but I can't figure out how to get it to work on here so this will have to do;)
Thank-you all, who visit, read and encourage.

Preparing for Christmas...(a note to self)


http://poeticbloomings2.wordpress.com/2011/12/11/be-prepared-prompt-33/


Poinsettia for the table
Bloom of festivity
Pretty little angel
To grace the Christmas tree
Lights and pretty candles
Lending their gentle glow
In tiny golden circles
Wee choirs in the snow

Cookies, cakes and puddings
In volumes quite obscene
Large and tiny presents
Wrapped in bright red and green
Songs extol the season
And malls the latest rave
Excuses become reason
As dollars become brave

Stress finds brand new victims
And cheer loses its mirth
All in the preparation
To celebrate His birth
Shopping lists extended
Beyond the budget’s creed
Holly, jolly merchants
Disguising greed as need

Christmas Eve descending
We brave the cold perhaps
To find within a chapel
A pew, where we collapse
My house sure looks amazing
The food, a work of art
Wouldn’t it be something
If this had been my heart?

Janet

Portions


Somehow, in spite of profusion of words

Silence remains stark; profound

We cannot dissuade unalterable truth

With the clang of syllabic sound


Somehow, though continents loom between

And geographically keep us apart

I hear the whisper of you deep within

And feel you against my heart


Somehow, by the rise and the setting of sun

We measure our portion of days

Darling, to love you I have only begun

Oh, let me count the ways


Somehow, life slips through the curtain of dusk

Its presence subtle and swift

Silence and distance and longing and love

Are portions of its tender gift

J~

Summation of Time


Time doles out the same amount

Of hours in a day to each of us

From generation to generation

It is not how much of it we have

But what we do with it

That will be our life’s summation


Twenty-four hours in a day

Three-hundred and sixty-five days per year

Save for that one in four

Why, in an age of modern conveniences

Do we seem to have less time

To spare, not more


Janet

Monday, December 12, 2011

Time



The moon climbs above the horizon
A stealthy, crimson eye
Pushing the remnants of evening
Into the dark, blue sky
I stand on earth’s silver palette
Night is frozen and vast
And it seems I can almost hear it
Present becoming past

The sky is a boundless portal
An ocean of infinite calm
Unfathomable to mortal
This speck in eternity’s palm
Here in the solace of midnight
Comfort and longing vie
To be the whisper of moonlight
Gleaming in my eye

Time is a thief of moments
Yet, time is a moment’s source
Hastening, ever hastening
Yet never a glimpse of its force
The moon climbs above the horizon
Translucent hand on Time’s clock
No man knows the day or the hour
When this cosmic time-piece will stop
Janet~