A Moment on Moments...

Flickers of joy

Shadows of sorrow

Live in today

And not in tomorrow

Why tarnish the present

With uncertainty?

Worry is the employer

Of futility

A thief of moments

Forever lost

For tomorrows bridges

Have never been crossed

And tomorrow’s battles

Have never been won

So live in the moment

Before it is gone

© Janet Martin

 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow,
for tomorrow will worry about itself.
Each day has enough trouble of its own.
Matthew 6:34

If You Had Asked Me...

If you had asked me

I would most likely have said

Keep them…

Keep all of them

And then I would have covered

With my hand the one I thought most beautiful

But God,  You know better than I

The unfolding of time takes moments even in the giving

So you take them

All of them

As You give them,

All of them

And cover my hand

With Yours

Making each moment

The most beautiful

Moment of all

© Janet Martin

When You Write Me a Letter...

Tell me nothing, darling, nothing

Of the shadows, stretched

And leaning on slopes where once we relined

And tell me not of the silhouettes etched

In perfect artistry on the horizon line

Or of the way the world is an ocean of peach

As the sun and the day slip beyond our reach

And tell me not of the daisy fields

Of the place were the sea and the skyline yield

To a flawless sweep of ethereal blue

Or of the starlit deep or of midnight’s hue

Oh, my darling, please tell me not

Of the ache in your soul and the void in your thought

Or of how seasons pass far too urgently

Don't whisper on paper the agony

Of longing and dreaming and hope's burning fire

My darling, tell me nothing to tease my desire

With out those few words I most need to hear

‘I love you, I need you, I miss you, my dear'

J~

I'm reading Washington's Lady by Nancy Moser

the story of George Washington's wife. She received many letters from him

and I wonder what they said....when he died she burned most of them to keep

just between the two of them what he told her.

Heaven-Scent~

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Earth turns glad

As fields and hills

Relinquish dormancy

And springtime's splendid

Verdure spills

Its generosity

In bursting bloom

And perfumed plume

In wild, wind-tossed confusion

The deadened slope

Flaunts fragrant hope

In petal-pink profusion

As hearts embrace

The tender grace

Of floral inspiration

Each budded crease

A master-piece

Of heaven-breathed creation

© Janet Martin

A Wonderful Wonder

When you come to me

Suddenly

From that nowhere place

Of thought and memory

And long-lost embrace

I do not employ

Tears of futility

For what was, is the one thing

That no longer can be

Softly I caress 'now'

With a tender kiss

Living fully, I vow,

In the moment that is…

 

...for the moment that is

I shall cherish tonight

As I bask in the bliss

Of a dream taking flight
Hope is the angel
Bestowing its wings
The present, a threshold
To beautiful things
Each breath, a footfall
To the mystery
In the wonderful wonder
Of what is yet to be

J~

In the Path of Wrath and its Aftermath

 

 The Sky appears unruffled....

Word Wrath...

They spew from nowhere

In un-designated wrath

Leaving grief and destruction

In its aftermath

Words spoken in anger

Cruel and unkind

Are like needless devastation

Of violent wind

© Janet Martin

The gale rages mercilessly

Beneath an innocent sky

I can do nothing but wish it would quit

As I watch the shingles fly

We are in the middle of a violent wind storm…90 -100km/hr. I can’t believe our hydro is still on!

Many are out due to downed trees and hydro-lines!

The sky appears calm and unruffled in spite of the chaos below!

Our thoughts and prayers remain with those suffering in the devastation after violent tornadoes!

Guilty by Reason of Pride

Mere thought of you

Keens sharply

The dew

Reclining against the

sweep of the grass

Where yesterday we

Leaned heavily

On pride

fortifying a foolish impasse

because nothing is solved

by insults hurled

devilishly

against mid-day dark

where bright-eyed daisy

nods, hapless and lazy

its contrast subtle, yet vivid and stark

as now, thought of you

returns, subdued

in the echo of words

better left unspoken

while remorse and regret

weigh every word said

beneath the gavel suspended

above guilt’s token

As I weakly toy with

Thought of pleading the fifth

I scan its offering

Of futile glory

Then I bow my head

Uttering what I should have said

When it all began…

I’m sorry,

I’m sorry

© Janet Martin

Poetic Bloomings....a 'senses' poem

What is It?

It quiets the taunting of wanting

The aching of taking

The rhyme of time

In its ebb and flow

It soothes the pain of the mundane

The tear in our fear

The hurt of the dirt

Which others throw

It comforts the longing of belonging

The strife of this life

The why in good-bye

When we do not understand

It gives and forgives

It proves and reproves

It prevails, never fails

And it makes no demand

It bestows hoping to vain groping

Relief to our grief

Beauty to duty

In life’s wearying race

It makes winners of sinners

And delivers believers

It IS...
God’s infinite love
and mercy
and grace

© Janet Martin
 See what great love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are! The reason the world does not know us is that it did not know him. Dear friends, now we are children of God, and what we will be has not yet been made known. But we know that when Christ appears, we shall be like him, for we shall see him as he is.  All who have this hope in him purify themselves, just as he is pure.1 John 3: 1-3