While They Debate...

Impatience tells me I can’t wait

And Patience says I must

So while they argue and debate

…all I can do is trust

J~

Sonnet of Wonderment

When I consider the work of Thy hands

The planets in flawless precision laid

The order of seasons startling earth's sands

The force of oceans at shorelines contained…

When I consider the scope of Thy plan

How Thought void of Time placed existence therein

And how it encompassed the falling of man

With One all-supreme sacrifice for sin

I cease my babble; for I cannot grasp

Even a shadow of fullness so vast

When I consider the gift of Thy Son

The crown of vile thorns on Love’s sacred brow

How rivers of mercy and redemption run

As cries of doom ‘neath deliverance bow

To speak my amazement, I am at loss

As I contemplate my pardon, blood-bought

For when I consider man’s hope at the cross

Only grateful tears can utter my thought

What is man, this sinful creature of dust?

That Heaven’s perfect Lamb should die for us?

When I think of boundless eternity

How time-yoked minds cannot fathom its breadth

And then I compare infinity

To God’s grace and compassion beyond height or depth

I cry, oh my God, where can I begin

To comprehend a perfect Love so deep?

I hear a Voice whispering from within

Do you love me? Then will you feed my sheep?

I think of how one drop of His blood sets us free

And cry, yes my Lord be it unto me'

© Janet Martin

 When he had received the drink, Jesus said, “It is finished.” 

With that, he bowed his head and gave up his spirit.John 19:30

The Sum of it All

Poetic Bloomings Picture Prompt: shadows Dancing on a Wall

Somehow we knew

Even as we held each other

And danced that final dance

That it was good-bye

Forever

Even as life insisted on broadening

The past

And even as hope persisted

In holding its memory fast

We knew the sum of it all

and the best we can recall

are two

vague

youthful

shadows

dancing on a wall

J~

 

I Am Strong...

I’m not that strong

The road ahead

Is fraught with the unknown

It seeks to twist

My mind with dread

And turn my joy to stone

I’m not that strong

I cannot hold

The weight of sinful seed

Or with my shallow

will unfold

the strength and hope I need

I’m not that strong

But there is One

Who takes my fumbling thought

And reminds me

that He is strong

even when I’m not

© Janet Martin

…and He said unto me;

My grace is sufficient for thee;

My strength is made perfect in weakness.

Touching You~

I touch you with words

They are all that I have

For you are too far from me

Words in my thought

Words in my prayer

And words in my memory

I touch you with words

reluctant compromise

But oh, what a solace they bring

Words in a sonnet

Words in a poem

Echo of words...whispering

Janet Martin

Sonnet of Vexation...Sunday Whirl

Thought sweeps over me that I cannot bear

Grief’s alchemist sports a merciless craft

as supple portions of angst and despair

overtake tender joy where we loved and laughed

Its acumen probes with acid reproof

Bitter tears; the juices of deep regret

My sprinkled conscience is standing aloof

I cannot gauge twist my heart and my head

what leads to goodness or to plundered spoil

for your words are sweet as honey and oil

J~

The Sunday Whirl

Why Rolling-pins?

(this photo contains my smallest rolling pin and a few that I wish could talk;)

Why rolling pins?
They ask me,
intrigued as they count all 120 plus...
I smile and tell them
Well, because someday someone will ask
'Remember so-and-so's mom?'
and you will say 'no'
but then they will say,
'you know, the lady with all the rolling pins?'
and then you will laugh and say
oh! yes, I do!'

Why rolling pins?
I'm not sure,
 but there's something
solid and simple about them,
like me,
my values...
I like the images they conjure,
comfort,
fresh pie
hungry, eager children.
I look at the old battered one
and wish it could talk.
Did a loving young man carve it for his bride?
Did it ride a covered wagon
fiord streams,
finally to end up
in their first home in Canada?
Did it quietly perform,
helping a weary housewife rid herself of frustrations
she would never speak?
Did it get wielded overhead
as erring children fled,
or the dog with his nose in the stew?

I like the feel of a rolling pin in my hand.
Wooden dependability and
calming, in its back and forth motion
as I roll the pastry,
cookies,
humming,
thinking,
praying.

 Janet~

...and Laurie K.
on my other rolling pin post you asked if this means I like to bake...
I do:)
on some days:)

Closer

Image Source: caloniedoesart.wordpress.com

 

My pulse quickens

Adrenaline rush

Gathers my thought

In a sudden hush

As a ladder of moments

Stretched to the blue

Is leading me ever

Closer to You

J~