Two Points of View~ wordle #2

They saw a man

Staggering, bloody and torn

Bearing His own cross

He saw a Plan

Hope for slaves of addiction

The broken and the lost

They saw a body

And as dusk fell; death

For the man of sorrows

He saw a destiny

And in Love’s greatest story; grace

For all our tomorrows

They saw the marrow of horror

Unfolding in hate

At Calvary

He saw His perfect Bride

An eternal mate

He heard songs of victory

They saw Him dead and buried

And presumed

The end of a story

He saw death conquered

Redemption and resurrection

And eternal glory

Janet

The Sunday Whirl~

Watching the Sun Going Down

Come; appease my sweet addiction

Of dusk’s hand across the west

For my story of affliction

And of love must pause to rest…

Oh, do not judge my humble staggering

Or the dismal songs I hear

For the sorrows of dreams broken

Are not quickly buried, dear

Come and run your mystic fingers

Through the marrow of my soul

For its mate chooses to linger

Where flesh and blood cannot console

I fix my gaze on molten glory

Gateway to a destiny

Where the postlude of earth’s story

Is a glorious mystery

© Janet Martin

The Sunday Whirl

Shadow Poem-lets

I am content

In the shadow of your love

For your thought in mine

Fits like a glove

***

A shadow may lead

Or follow behind

But it never strays from

The discourse of the mind

***

A shadow sprawled towards the west

Means dawn is crawling from its nest

A shadow lengthened to the east

Means soon another day has ceased

***

A shadow is merely an echo

Of hard matter existence

When your shadow touches mine

I offer no resistance

***

Today the north wind

Jeers and laughs

Tussling tree-shadows

On the grass

***

You and I

Make beautiful shadows

Together

J~

Poetics Aside Prompt: Shadows

Searching for Happiness?

Our search for happiness

Is fruitless and vain

If it is inclined toward

Personal gain

But if we are thankful

And truly content

The search for happiness

Is non-existent 

Janet Martin

Other pastures are only greener

until we get there.

Clandestine Companion

You do not go before me

Or lag, attached behind

But you remain within me

A shadow on my mind

Someday perhaps love’s sunshine

Will melt away your shroud

You clandestine companion

You temperamental cloud

Vainly, I build defenses

Alas, your subtlety

Is woven through my senses

Deep to the heart of me

The shadow of a moment

Has power to remain

Its memory a constant

Reminder of love’s pain

J~

Poetics Aside prompt: Shadows

Of Green-leaf Joy

The still of noon will soon be brushed
With melody of sighs
Though now the park is haunted, hushed
Beneath the warming skies
It won’t be very long until
The oriole, lark and whippoorwill
Their crystal choruses will spill
From green-leaf paradise

…and then the stark and stringent air
And all the quiet cold
Will melt as limbs, budded and bare
Their petal-notes unfold
With rustling joy their hymns caress
The moan of wooded emptiness
In lacy, green-leaf happiness
And whispers fresh and bold

…then they will spread their shadow, glad
Upon the grassy slope
The naked skeleton re-clad
With songs of emerald hope
Beneath their flaunt of lacy limb
And earths refurbished diadem
We revel in the glorious hymn
Of green-leaf calliope

© Janet Martin

Poetics Aside Prompt: Shade/shady

Happy Easter

Come shout the news

His hope proclaim

He is alive

Oh, praise His name

He conquered death

Carried our shame

He is alive

Oh, praise His name

Yesterday, for aye

The same

Alive, Alive,

Oh, praise His name

Janet Martin~

Handel's Messiah: Hallelujah...

That's Not All...

 He came to earth

In lowly birth

Laid in a cattle stall

As shepherd’s came

To worship him

But that’s not all…

From door to door

He sought the poor

The weakest and the small

Healing, reaching

Touching, teaching

But that’s not all…

Throngs spoke His name

His unsought fame

Filled kings and scribes with gall

Gall turned to hate

And vile debate

But that’s not all

With plans well-laid

Judas betrayed

The One of tender call

Disciples fled

In fear and dread

But that’s not all

Beaten and torn

God’s only Son

Was led to Pilates hall

He was released

To human beasts

But that’s not all

Upon a tree

On Calvary

Midst jeers and angry call

They crucified

Love; and He died

But that’s not all

In tomb of stone

Lay Heaven’s own

But earth is far too small

To keep for long

God’s only Son

So that’s not all

And from the tomb

In glorious bloom

Arose our All in all

Jesus fulfilled

God’s perfect will

But that’s not all

His sacrifice

Has paid sin’s price

And saves man from The Fall

He is alive

His grace forgives 

But that’s not all

 

Each one must choose

Accept, refuse

When they hear His Voice call

His love is free

Eternally

That is all

© Janet Martin

John 1:12 Yet to all who received him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God--