Undisguised Honesty

If raw ink-drops would bleed our deepest thought

And there would be no seal upon our pen

If we should dare to unleash verbal blood

Allowing suppressed emotion its free reign

Would any love us when the truth has spilt?

Or would love redeem the anguish of our guilt?

Distorted law may raise its gavel higher

And sear truth’s parchment in its pious clutch

The fullness of admission sparks a fire

Where secret follies are too clear to touch

And judgment blushes, for a kindred spark

Opens to usher light into the dark

If raw ink drops would spill across a page

Where none could shield the truth with painted lies

If honesty would blaze on center stage

Appalling in its naked un-disguise

Would there be any left to shake our hand?

Would any whisper, yes, I understand?

© Janet Martin

What is Justice?

“Justice” screams the mob

Let him pay for what he has done

…and they turn with hate to chant his fate

He, the unwanted…nobody’s son

© Janet Martin

Where Bracken and Buckwheat Blow ...a Sonnet

Beside us the bracken and buckwheat blow

We gather; as dirge of maple and birch

Ruffles the soft, solemn hush of the crowd

In a still graveyard next to a white church

Asleep in Jesus and Amazing Grace

Trembling with sorrow, our words and tears blend

This body has reached its last resting place

We must return to life’s journey again

Back to the learning, the groaning of toil

Back to the earning of Treasure or spoil

***

Out in the distance a katydid trills

Here we commit our loved one to the earth

Cradled forever by rivers and hills

A marble monument its single proof

Of beloved lips that smiled, laughed and kissed

Of work-worn hands that labored long and hard

Of eyes that twinkled in blue tenderness

Recalled as we gather in this graveyard

Where only the shell is covered with sod

Memories dwell in our hearts; soul with God

***

…now we turn, from the tear-stained mound of dirt

We are not yet summoned by He who ordains

Our numbered moments of heart-ache and hurt

We must return to life’s passion and pain

Of buckwheat and bracken; of sun-scorched halls

To plant and to harvest its tare-stricken clime

Someday it will be our name that He calls

Closing our eyes on this vapor of Time

The tide of mankind surges as a whole

Until God separates body from soul

© Janet Martin

On Forgiveness...

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 Poetry Jam invites our thoughts on Forgiveness

In it there is no half-the-way

No self-indulgent rage

No dark and harbored bitterness

If love takes center-stage

In it I must fore-go revenge

And animosity

For by its measure that I give

It shall be given me

If I choose to withhold love’s grace

Or refuse to forget

If I’m reluctant to erase

With love the debtor’s debt…

…then I in turn heap to myself

A hundred fold the guilt

If I withhold that which I seek

In Calvary’s pardon spilt  

© Janet Martin

  

Half a Mustard Seed

I Need Thee Every Hour

I’ve always known my faith untried

Might be but half a mustard seed

Yet I know I cannot sustain

The depth of my most trivial need

And so I reach beyond myself

For this I know most certainly

There is a higher Hand to grasp

Although its form I cannot see

How can I know until it’s tried

The measure of faith’s depth or creed

I have trembled, prayed and cried

As I beheld my mustard seed

But as the unknown road of life

Tries me in its turn and twist

I reach above this temporal strife

To unseen Truths I know exist

I cannot see this Hand above

But oh, I feel its tender touch

It surrounds with His love

And I don’t worry quite so much

Humbly I whisper, for a spark

Though it is half a mustard seed

Will glimmer through the darkest dark

And render peace in spite of need

© Janet Martin

Of Seeds and Such...

They fall along the wayside

A subtle scattered seed

As thought becomes an action

And action becomes deed

With studious regarding

We should tend the field

Where first the seed is starting

Before it bears its yield

For soon along the wayside

The seed begins to grow

And soon our hidden thought-life

Observant eyes will know

They fall along the wayside

A subtle scattered seed

With diligent discernment

Its ilk we ought to heed

© Janet Martin

Where True Love Shines...a re-post

I wrote this approx. a year ago and I want to re-post it as a thanks to all of those traveling 'second miles'.

I’ve heard love declared in words
And garnished with a smile
But I have seen it walk its talk
Within a second mile

True love needs no ruse or guise
It needs no pomp or style
And it will always prove itself
Within the second mile

Love is not a fancy hat
That we may don awhile
Nor does it wait until its asked
To walk the second mile

There is no facade in love
No pretense in its smile
And I have felt its purest touch
Within its second mile

Janet~

Of Destinies and Dreams...

Creeping above earth’s elusive ledge

Are hints of a new unknown

For only One can see beyond

The course of the rising sun

Man may plan and dream and plod

Toward ambition’s goal

But destiny resides with God

For He is in control

© Janet Martin