Consummation

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I allow thoughts of you to consume me
Without the fear of remorse or regret
Darling, how is it that nothing can move me
Like you; as you whisper in my heart and my head

I endeavor to collect countless memories
In their warm presence I am blissful; content
Let history repeat itself; when I am with you
Every moment is a moment well-spent

J~

Follow the Leader

I followed my heart
But I think it lied
The heart is a fickle
and foolish guide

I followed my head
It's advice staidly done
Now all that I need
Is a whole lot of fun

The moral of this tale
Teaches one simple fact
A life well-lived
Is a balancing act

Janet~

Those Things We Never Say

She would have preferred
Collecting memories
With you
Instead she collects...
Things.
Granite strainers,
Rolling pins,
Stamps.

J~

Margo Roby is challenging us to write about those things we never say... She is giving us permission to say them! This is going to be fun. (if I get the time;)

Tuesday Morning Haiku

Groceries put away
Produce washed; ready to eat
Little boys playing ‘fort’

Rain-song on driveway
Heaven mirrored in the grass
Fog clothes barrenness

Janet~

Housewife's Monday Afternoon Haiku

Clean clothes frolicking
Boisterous winds tug the line
Laundry room tidy

Music of water
Becoming chamomile tea
Prelude to short break


Longfellow a-waits
Dickinson leans on his arm
An enticing pair

Stainless steel sink gleams
Tap dripping constant eighth-notes
In a tuneless song

Janet~

Redeemed

Redeemed,

Not by His

evil crown

of thorns

Not in His

flesh, beaten

stripped, torn

Not in the ghastly sword, or the hammer and the nails

But in God’s amazing love eternal; that never, ever fails

Because He gave His only perfect Son, Jesus, to die, and

in His blood

Oh redeemed

am I; not by

vain deeds I

have done, no

but through

the Cross as

God’s own Son

poured out His

blood to pay

for sin; and oh

Thereby I am

Redeemed. Yes.

Only through the

blood of Jesus Christ

and His righteousness

Janet Martin

Housewife's Monday Morning Haiku

Monday morning smiles

Sunday echoes in piled mugs

And dirty dishes

Monday morning sings

In a harvest of laundry

Waiting to be washed

Monday morning gleams

A glimpse of heaven’s glory

Whispers from God’s lips

Janet~

Sometimes, to see the beauty of a Monday morning

one needs to look up instead of down;))

Guess what I am off to do!

Daylight's Aftermath

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The sun has tread the corridor
From dawn to twilight’s edge
The shadows, crisp and silver-blue
Recline on earth's broad ridge
As time, the great philosopher
Without apology
Inhales the spectacle of day
To depths of history

The woods sweep up against the sky
In dark still-life designs
Embellishing the modesty
Of winter’s dormant lines
As thoughts like dotted ellipses
On phantom skeins of thread
Emphasize vain memories
On reels inside my head

I contemplate the rush of years
A surface calmly stealing
The aftermath of smiles and tears
And even as I'm kneeling
Yet, still the moments haste away
With silent resolution
As one lone star pins back the day
In twilight’s dissolution


Janet~

The wordle fit in excellently with some pictures I took while the sun was setting tonight...Thank-you Barbara and Brenda.