Mr. Willow

I never told anyone

That I gave you a name

And you always reached for me

Whenever I came

As you read my thoughts

You would nod and sigh

At night in my bed

I heard your lullaby

You would listen patiently

When no one else would

And I never doubted

That you understood

© Janet Martin

Poetics Aside Prompt: Trees/forest

The Parable of Trees

Poetics Aside Prompt: Tree or Forest

In winter you're a barren twig

In spring a new-born flower

In summer-time a cool retreat

And in the fall...a shower

Winter, a crown of pristine white

In spring, a floral cutie

Your summer-gown, chartreuse delight

But autumn; oh, ravishing beauty

I have fallen in love once

A thousand times each season

Oh mighty tree, for you ensconce

The whole of Nature's reason

There is a season for all life

The bud, the bloom; surrender

Yet, here we earn in living's strife

The crown of wisdom's splendor

Janet Martin

Subliminal...

Our understanding at best, O God

Is inadequate and trite

On our own each breath a fraud

And every moment, night

Our perception without Your Spirit

Is blinded ignorance

And Death, O death, how I would fear it

But for deliverance

Your mercy, hope and love fulfills

Your changeless eye of grace

The tempter wears ten-thousand ills

Deceiving human race

Our understanding will ever be

Only what God imbues

Therefore but by His grace go we

On earth-bound avenues

Beyond these briefest stance of Time

Our eyes will see anew

As we behold Love, pure, sublime

Oh God, as we see you

© Janet Martin

Behold the Lamb of God

which takes away the sins of the world. John 1:29

"He is no fool who gives up what he cannot keep to gain that which he cannot lose" -- Jim Elliot

Shadow-art~

Tonight
your shadow
lies twixt
quill
and parchment
where thought
cannot transfer
from ink
to
poetry
so tonight
I will settle
for you and me...
...un-penned
unspoken
unshared
simply shadow art
upon my heart~

J~

The Unknown

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The unknown; an inevitable strait

All voyages pass through

There is no one who can escape

This ethereal avenue

We stand upon life’s open deck

And sail the roving sea

Only our Captain can predict

What the Unknown will be

Fear not the waves beneath the calm

Fear not the stormy gale

The Captain holds within His palm

The ocean and the sail

© Janet Martin

Hi Sasha:) I told you so...

Search Me, O God, and Know My Heart

To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David.

 O Lord, you have searched me and known me!

2 You know when I sit down and when I rise up;

you discern my thoughts from afar.

3 You search out my path and my lying down

and are acquainted with all my ways.

4 Even before a word is on my tongue,

behold, O Lord, you know it altogether.

5 You them me in, behind and before,

and lay your hand upon me.

6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;

it is high; I cannot attain it.

Psalm 139: 1-6

Wild is the River Flowing...

Wild is the river flowing

Into an ageless sea

From and to where we’re going

...Eternity

Expanse beyond our vision

No mind can comprehend

This vast infinite ocean

Without end

A vapor on its surface

Are all man's days combined

We ought to live with purpose and

With this in mind

…that wild is the river flowing

Into an ageless sea

From and to where we’re going

...Eternity

 Janet Martin

I was just listening to this song and these thoughts came pouring out....

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