Of Desire...

Of all the trinkets tossed near to tempt me

I desire but one thing…

…my lips burning with the need to shape these words

I love you, darling

Of all the beguiling boasts that others promenade

I do not covet; but this

My lips burning with the desire just to taste

Your kiss

Of all the public confessions and professions glibly spouted

I care not

My lips burn with the desire, provoked privately and intensely

By your thought

© Janet Martin

A Song of Gratitude

This is not just some little old forgotten pond in the middle of the woods...this is His glorious handiwork!

Our wanton lips can never shape Your praise

Without a heart of humble gratitude

And oh, our waning spirit is renewed

As we ponder the goodness of Your ways

Will we be silent so the stones cry out?

Dare we to disregard Love’s Royal Hand?

As seasons deck with wonderment the land

Will we insist Your graciousness to doubt?

How can our feeble visage understand?

The seed of sin and its vile consequence

Afflicts us; yet as its onslaught torments

It cannot thwart the mercy of Your hand

Your grace and faithfulness oh God, amaze

Your holiness exceeds unfathomed deeps

Yet still Your kind and tender mercy keeps

Our floundering sentiments of stuttered praise

With love the dormant fallow is imbued

In stunning gifts of boundless mystery

You fill the sod, the heavens and the sea

We lift our song in awe-filled gratitude

© Janet Martin

November Song

 (There is nothing that replaces the beauty first-hand, but if you click on the image and right-click view image
you will be able to enjoy a larger frame of His marvelous beauty in creation) I took these while I was out on my run this morning...well the way back turned into a walk and WOW-click and run...:)

The golden rod is white now

Queen Ann accepts her crown

And every humble stalk and blade

Is clad in dazzling gown

The blue-jay shrieks his valor

In woodlands stripped and still

Where nature spins wild splendor

Beneath its frost-tipped quill

And nature’s great Creator

Stuns the spectator’s gaze

As every meek and lowly leaf

Is kissed with heaven’s glaze

Our dolor preconception

Of drab November’s girth

Is stunned in awe; perfection

Gleams from the quiet earth

© Janet Martin

The frost-tipped beauty rendered one speechless this morning...

 

 The day dawned, gleaming in silver-rose blush...

November; spectacular beneath heaven's brush

Then, Get on With it...

 Poetics Aside Prompt: Use the last line of yesterday’s poem for the first line of today’s poem.

And then,

Get on with it…

When you have begged forgiveness

…do not return again, again

To grieve those despised failures

Preserving self-pity’s pain

But learn from it and move on

For this, my dear is life

We dance, we slip and stumble

Within its joy and strife

And we would be proud; boastful

Without truth reminding us

That there is none who have not erred

So do not sulk, or pine or fuss

But simply learn its lesson

Ask forgiveness, reflect a bit

But then, my dear, forgive yourself

And just get on with it…

© Janet Martin

So Others May See You

Poetics Aside Prompt: Use the last line of yesterday’s poem for the first line of today’s poem.

Oh God, you give us Life

And for our hatred Love

Into the darkness of our minds

Your Light streams from above

Those without understanding

Scoff at our holy claim

For they have not yet come to know

The Life found through Your name

Oh God, we are not judges

But You alone can see

While man looks on the outward

You behold the heart of me

And I have but one prayer Lord

That I lift up to You

May You behold a heart of love

So others may see You

© Janet Martin

Last night my son and I were having a conversation as he was battling with feelings of being judged unfairly by what another person assumed, and we came to the conclusion that all we can give in return is forgiveness and grace, the thing we hope to receive when we err because without meaning to we all are guilty of assumptions or judgments occasionally. But it is love and only love that we are called to do.

 

Of Verbal Exchanges

 Poetics Aside Prompt: Write a tradeoff poem. Could be an exchange, forfeit, or swap.

We could stand here an hour and bicker

Raising our protest loud

Exchanging brand-new one line insults

That would make the devil proud

We could dredge up past follies and failures

Perhaps even curse a bit

Or we could simply say, I’m sorry

And then ‘get on with it’

© Janet Martin

Incomprehensible Trade-off

Poetics Aside Prompt: Write a tradeoff poem. Could be an exchange, forfeit, or swap.

In place of our guilt- redemption

In place of our longing- hope

In place of our wretched sin-stains

You wash us white as snow

In place of darkness and depression

You fill us with marvelous Light

In place of death and damnation

Oh God, you give us Life

© Janet Martin

 

You Are but He IS...

You are no respecter of persons

In the tropics,

At the Arctic

And all points in-between

You indulge the pauper

The preacher, the child

The writer of songs

Or the queen

How subtly you bleed your presence

Through the laughter of a crowd

And when they’ve gone home

In the silence

You are there

Crooning, ruthless and proud

With never an invitation

And never a stuttered caress

You thrive in the hollow of wanting

You are

Loneliness

There is One who does not leave us hopeless

To grovel in longings despair

He covers the earth with a whisper

And draws us to Him in a prayer

He breathes through the power of darkness

And pierces our grief with His hope

He is the great Father of comfort

When in fear’s dark valley we grope

And He will not leave nor forsake us

Wherever on earth we may trod

He is a faithful companion

He IS God

© Janet Martin