My Prayer for you

May God give you courage

May He keep you strong

May His Presence fill you

When pain steals your song

May His whisper within you

Be your power and might

And gently sustain you

When you cannot fight

May His goodness and mercy

Guide you through the vale

And comfort you always

For His love will not fail

© Janet

I'm off to visit my sister-in-law who has had many years of hospital visits

and suffering due to an accident where her body was severely broken after

being hit by a drunk driver. She is one of the most beautiful people I am blessed to know.

In spite of daily reasons not to, still she has forgiven him and lives with joy.

If you read this, and if you feel led to, would you pray a special prayer for Karen and her family?

God bless~

Contemplating Words

If I had to write I would quit

Though I must write

It is not the same thing

I have not yet decided whether my Muse

Is Beauty or the Beast

With words we bless and curse

The mess we make with words

Is wiped up…with words

The epitome of longing has no words

Words are not enough

when it comes to you

Let’s enjoy the silence

Together

Alone

Silence is golden

…but only if nurtured by words

Flattery is nothing but tainted noise.

My best words I am saving

For you

But they have not been invented

Yet

Kind words are winter’s roses

J~

Genesis of Seduction~

This week’s featured poetry form is a bit of a challenge. It is called GENESIS. It has been devised by Walt Wojtanik, and takes its name from the musical group by the same name. The form consists of three (the last configuration of the group had three members) six-lined stanzas each with the rhyme scheme A-B-A-C-A-B (“ABACAB’ was one of the group’s big hits). There is no syllable count or any set meter.

Purple petals spread across the emerald grass

Their fragrance wafting on springs virgin breeze

I fall prey to their suggestions as they pass

To be seduced by violets is a glorious thing

I must find my slippers made of glass

For I am surely a princess in moments as these

It is no anemic and casual glance

You toss to me from across the room

We touch each other in an invisible dance

To be seduced by a lover’s eyes is a guiltless fling

Is it the heart or the eye that stirs the bud of romance?

Beneath love’s tender gaze, timid lilies bloom

In twists and swirls, you taunt and tease

With legends of spilled ink

You breathe across vast centuries

To be seduced by poetry is the pinnacle of ecstasy

Arousing keen awareness of my meager capabilities

I open my mouth to your lips, and I drink and I drink

© Janet Martin

prompted by Walt at Poetic Bloomings

This Tie that Binds...A Marriage Poem

This tie that binds

Man cannot see

Nor cut its strands asunder

What God has joined

Will ever be

Until one passes yonder

The sacred promise

Two hearts make

In love’s most holy union

Will form a cord

Man cannot break

By any measure human

Two on earth

Say ‘I take thee’

As hallowed vows are spoken

Two on earth

And God makes three

A cord not quickly broken

This tie that binds

Oh, what great peace

To know man cannot sever

But death, will be

Its sad release

As love lives on forever

This tie that binds

Our grief, our joy

Its tenure will not falter

Though storms refine

But not destroy

The vow made at loves alter

This tie that binds

Man cannot see

Not part its strands asunder

What God has joined

Will ever be

His holy, sacred wonder

© Janet Martin

 Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves. 

A cord of three strands is not quickly broken. Eccles. 12:4

What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder. Mark 10:9

Echoes...

We tell them

And tell them

And tell them again

It seems that we speak it in vain

Yet someday perhaps

When they hear themselves then

They will hear our voices echo again…

‘Put your shoes in the closet

Put your plate in the sink

Don’t leave your coat on the chair

Shut the door; if you dropped it

Then please pick it up

At least pretend that you care

Don’t wipe your hands

On the front of your shirt

Don’t wipe your mouth on your sleeve

If I am sweeping, don’t walk through my dirt

And when you ask for something ‘say please’

If I am talking please don’t interrupt

If I’m on the phone, likewise

If I’m on the next floor, don’t yell, walk up

And no, please do not roll your eyes

If you leave the room, then please turn out the light

If you use the washroom, please flush

If you brush your teeth, please rinse out the sink

And PLEASE, put away your toothbrush

Don’t talk with your mouth full

And if there’s folded laundry

In your bedrooms please put it away

Don’t forget your homework

And don’t forget Jesus

No, don’t you forget how to pray

Pull up those covers

Don’t let the bed-bugs bite

May sweet dreams keep you all the night through

Goodnight my dear precious

Yes, I’ll leave on the night-light

Goodnight, good-night, I love you’

Janet~

The Unnamed Longing

I long for a song to still with its tongue

The restless void inside of me

But the sputter of rain on the dark window-pane

Increases my melancholy

I wish I could run in the pink April sun

Like I did when I was a wee girl

But a hint of gray has stolen away

The prisms of a stained-glass world

I clench the desire, but cannot quench the fire

Of yearning deep in my chest

For time is a dancer of mysterious answers

Burning in aggrandized quest

I wish I could find that place in my mind

Where wisdom and folly collide

Then I could adjust my vision of dust

And soft in life’s waiting abide

I cannot console the thirst in my soul

I’m prone to the wanderings of man

But I have one hope, for when I cannot cope

I call out to God and He can

© Janet Martin

How Do I Thank Him?

How do I thank the One who formed

The earth and sky and sea

Then in redemption’s hour wore

A robe of blood for me

Not one small offering of worth

Had I to give to Him

But still his blood-drops bathed the earth

In victory’s diadem

How do I thank the One who taught

The willow how to weep

The bird its song, the bud to bloom

And filled the azure deep

With universes infinite

Beyond my meager scope

Then spread His limbs on roughened wood

And filled my soul with hope

How do I thank the One who gives

For my vast guilt His grace

On my behalf He wept and pled

With blood-drops on His face

How do I thank the One who tunes

The wind and rolling sea

He light’s the stars, the sun and moon

And paid sin’s debt for me

© Janet Martin

Granted...

I wish sometime, I’d turn around

And see you standing there

Not an illusion in my mind

Or whisper in my prayer

But in the form of flesh and blood

The longing of my sighs

Would unfold from my fainting thought

The azure of your eyes

And all the prayers borne on the wind

In twilight’s waning gleam

Would be ten fingers now, entwined

Beyond a transient dream

I wish sometime I’d turn around

To see you standing there

But night descends without a sound

I breathe another prayer

J~