My dear, they are merely miles
and such...
mountains,
oceans,
eons,
...nothing that prayer
cannot touch
Janet Martin
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Merely Miles and Such...
My dear, they are merely miles
and such...
mountains,
oceans,
eons,
...nothing that prayer
cannot touch
Janet Martin
Only Love
By this all men
Will surely know
That we are His disciples
Throughout the land
Its proof will show
From people unto people
By this all men
Cannot deny
The Truth of whom we follow
Throughout the world
His Light will shine
As we love one another
One tiny spark
Will pierce the dark
One act will fill an ocean
No one can quell
The holy swell
That pours from love’s devotion
And none can dim
The Light of Him
Its halo is unshaken
Its power pure
Its hope secure
Its enemy o’er-taken
By this all men
Will surely know
That we are His disciples
For as we love
Thus we will prove
The I AM infallible
And then all men
Will surely know
The One True God of Heaven
For only love
Will truly show
That we have been forgiven
Only love
Yes, only love
Will prove our tongue’s confession
And only love,
Yes, only love
Is heaven’s sacred passion
And only love
Yes, only love
Will witness to the people
By this all men
Will truly know
That we are His disciples
© Janet Martin
Wednesday Words on Love
There is no power whose strength exceeds
Love
There is nothing without limits but this…
Love
There is a universal language without words…
Love
There is an arm that cannot be out-reached…
Love
There is a message not easily misunderstood…
Love
There is nothing in existence without this…
Love
Beauty shines in one simple word…
Love
Take time for others; take time to…
Love
The only thing we receive as we give is…
Love
We could all use a little more…
Love
…therefore we should all give a little more…
Love
We cannot pretend…
Love
© Janet Martin
By This One Thing...
Not in great knowledge we may boast
Nor by the words we say
Not through stiff laws that we enforce
Nor lengthy prayers we pray
Not by the wisdom we may glean
Or monetary gifts
No, this is not what will be seen
By hungry souls adrift
Not by the food we choose to eat
Nor by our clothes or car
Not through some grand and glorious feat
Will men know who we are
Not by a staunch, religious show
Of solemn piety
No, this is not how they will know
Who follows faithfully
Not by a ceremonial chant
Or what we’ve sacrificed
Nor by tradition’s rigid rant
Will we be recognized
But by one trait and one alone
We prove our difference
After the chaff from wheat has blown
Remains the evidence
And by this humble surety
Will be the single proof
Of they who follow faithfully
And do not stand aloof
Not by some impassable request
Will we reflect our Father
But purely, clearly, simply this
How we love one another
Wordless Epiphany
If bird could put in word
The melody that paints the dawn
And spills from wooded columns of the earth
T’would awe the mortal passer-by
To hear its message known
As they pour out the fullness of their worth
The poet with its little pen
Would realize at last
That there will ever be elusive thoughts
Even a sparrow understands
His mission is to pass
From mouth to men what its Master allots
And neither does the dull-clad throng
Seal up its melody
To envy the devotion of the lark
Oh list, the myriad of song
That sets the midnight free
And tunes the morning while it yet is dark
If bird could put in word
The praise that surges from its beak
T’would be a glorious epiphany
Of worship in its purest form
Not by the words we speak
But unbounded thanksgiving flowing free
© Janet Martin
The dawn was full of bird-song…
From crow to lark!
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Of Reluctant Relinquishments...
…and so then, when the sun comes up
Glazing with gold the dangling leaf
And the dew-lipped earth; a silver cup
Mirrors its eons of passion and grief
When the song-bird flits from its shady perch
To herald the morn awakening fair
From maple and willow, from elm and birch
They warble and fill the virgin air
With their song; you will not be here
…and just because I taste your name
Where once your kisses filled my mouth
And just because all seems the same
Against my east, west, north and south
And just because there is no grave
On which to shed my silent screams
And just because the heart is brave
In spite of torn and tattered dreams
That once we shared; you will not be here
…and all the ‘something mores’ we crave
If the raw, raging truth were told
And all the blessings that we have
Will not keep us from growing old
And all the ‘never mores’ we knew
Meld into fabrics of the heart
Where they remain, an avenue
Strewn recklessly with precious art
Called memories; you will not be here
…but you will be where all the rest
Like you have gone to fill the past
Briefly my love, you were the best
But now your void is iron-cast
I held you closely and we danced
But quietly you slipped away
Without a tender backward glance
You disappeared into the gray
And come what may you will never be here again
...for you are Yesterday
Beautiful Blanket of July
Beautiful blanket of July
Sunflower, lily and butter-fly
Queen Ann’s lace in the wild hedge-row
Wheat fields rippling with golden flow
Beautiful blanket of July
Quilt beneath an azure sky
Locust and cricket serenade
Sweet-tea on throws of dappled shade
Beautiful blanket of July
Sultry minuet sparkling by
Of bare toes skimming clover-mead
Of fair rose dripping petals, red
Beautiful blanket of July
Heavenly splendor pleases the eye
Summer perfection pinned to the sky
Oh, beautiful blanket of July
© Janet Martin
Of All We Full Well Know...
Full well we know we cannot see
Beyond our toil and trouble
Full well we know eternity
Will claim life’s fleeting bubble
Full well we know tis but one life
Allotted to each man
Full well we know we aught to give
The best of what we can
Full well we know these days of grass
Fall swiftly to oblivion
And soon eternities will pass
One moment as a million
Full well we know His way is Peace
His grace has paid our debt
And though full well we know all this
How sadly we forget
Full well we know Time is a glance
Full well we realize
We cannot fathom timelessness
Above life’s little skies
Full well we know we do not know
The ways of Providence
Yet, by the mercies He bestows
His gifts are evidence
…of Love and Joy and Hope and Peace
To comfort us below
In all of life uncertainties
For all we do not know
© Janet Martin
Poetic Bloomings Prompt: Uncertainties
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