Tuesday, April 3, 2012

A Royal Wedding




Behold: look yonder
See what breaks the ramparts of the sky
As golden thunder
Sends the stars in showers from on high
Behold; who comes
In royalty on heaven’s mercy seat
With angel legions at his side
Winged creatures at His feet

Behold; what sounds
What fills the air with roar of rushing water?
And who descends
With glory rare in search of Zion’s daughter?
Behold; behold
It is the Lord. Behold the Bridegroom comes
As hallelujah fills the air
His bride is coming home

Behold the Love
He sees her there in linens bright and clean
Behold the blood
That cleansed Her where vile sin-stains once had been
Behold the song
That rends the earth; behold the great I AM
Blessed are those invited to
The wedding of the Lamb’

© Janet Martin

Then a voice came from the throne, saying:
"Praise our God,
all you his servants,
you who fear him,
both great and small!"
6 Then I heard what sounded like a great multitude, like the roar of rushing waters and like loud peals of thunder, shouting:
"Hallelujah!
For our Lord God Almighty reigns.
7 Let us rejoice and be glad
and give him glory!
For the wedding of the Lamb has come,
and his bride has made herself ready.
8 Fine linen, bright and clean,
was given her to wear."
(Fine linen stands for the righteous acts of God's holy people.)
9 Then the angel said to me, "Write this: Blessed are those who are invited to the wedding supper of the Lamb!" And he added, "These are the true words of God."
Rev. 19: 5-9

NaPoWriMo Prompt : write an

Epithalamium

(wedding poem)



No Apologies Necessary

You will never apologize to me
For taking my heart
One small piece at a time

Love expands hearts, I suppose
Because no matter how many pieces you take
There is always a little left

And I know you will never apologize
For the way you twist those remaining pieces
Inside-out

…but that’s okay
If you never apologize to me
I never apologized to my mother either

© Janet~

For Poetics Aside Prompt: Apologies or not

I'm Sorry, Dear Sir



Poetic Aside Prompt: An Apology or Un-apology.


I’m sorry, dearest sir
but you seem quite unaware
of the dangerous stir
in the atmosphere
and you seem oblivious
to my sudden attraction
Kind sir, may I offer
an explanation?

My dear sir, I’m sorry
but it is not your hair
though it is quite attractive, I agree
and the thing that is causing my open-mouth stare
is not your fine physicality
Your eyes are a striking and breath-taking blue
and I'll admit your face is quite handsome too
Your jeans, I am sure are a quality brand
but today I am drawn to that thing in your hand
and the scent that startled me as you strode by
rousing a wild, dangerous insanity
so unless you care to finish what you have begun
I suggest you hang on to your coffee and run!

Janet

Gleaming or Looming

The day looms before us
We know not its sands
Its mystery unfolded
From Heavenly hands

Shall we approach it
With trembling and fear
Or with the assurance
That our God is near?

The day gleams before us
What comfort to know
That God watches o’er us
Wherever we go

© Janet Martin

The unknown has the potential to fill us with fear...
...or hope. Which will it be for us today?
Does the unknown loom or gleam?

  So do not fear, for I am with you;
   do not be dismayed, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you and help you;
   I will uphold you with my righteous right hand. Isa. 41:10

Time's Pennies

Clenching my fist
What good can it do?
Life’s transient moments
Still trickle on through

Clinging more tightly
To the one in my grip
Does not alter courses
Of the moments that slip

Ethereal river
How swiftly you run
From midnight to dawn
To the setting of sun

Wee moment, time’s penny
A miniscule lot
But put them together
And see what we’ve got

Moments of pleasure
Moments of strife
Gathered together
In a beautiful life

© Janet 

Unfettered Bliss


Abruptly from unfettered bliss
The slumbering mind is wrenched
As alarms clocks across the universe
Announce night’s sudden end

…then stumbling out to greet the dawn
A new bliss sweeps our eyes
As heaven spills its palette on
The floor of paradise

© Janet Martin

Monday, April 2, 2012

Trees at Dusk


Like stalwart sentinels they stand
To guard the waning day
Their shadows stretched on muted land
Enfolding work and play

Dark, raven spires reach to brush
The portals where the moon
Lolls in the periwinkle hush
Of day’s retiring swoon

Silhouette, precisely-sketched
Against the crimson dusk
Their flawless detail clearly etched
In shades of dewy musk

Faithful, four-season master-piece
Of intricate design
Timber art rivets our gaze
To dusk's horizon line

© Janet Martin

Visitor



He loved pansies
So she plants them
Over his heart
Every spring
No one sees her
Kneeling there
Replaying
Life’s brief dance
With him

Grief never tires
Yet, it is not
Love’s revenge
But its bittersweet harvest
Pansies flourish
‘neath the tears
Of heaven
And one lone
Visitor

© Janet Martin