Thank-you~

As you pause here today

Before passing on your merry way

I would simply like to say

Thank-you

And before you turn to go

I would like for you to know

That I appreciate you so

And thank-you

© Janet Martin

Of Forgiveness

When I say that I’m sorry

Please, offer me forgiveness’ grace

Not scooping up my folly

Just to rub it in my face

© Janet Martin

forgiveness is not a harbor

it is a wide open sea

of virgin waters

forgiveness is the Water

that washes hurt away

forgiveness is

the life-breath

of love

J~

 

Life's Bestowal

Life bestows

And retrieves its measure

In that tiny, ticking treasure

Simply called Time

Life bestows

Both joy and sorrow

While one is, in tomorrow

The other waits

Life bestows

Its trial and error learning

And there is no returning

To triumph or defeat

Life bestows

And we must receive

In moment-measure; we rejoice and grieve

As life bestows

  Janet Martin

Moment Awareness...

We cannot change yesterday

Or tomorrow

But oh, what opportunity

We hold in our clasp

Lord, teach us how

To use to its fullest

This day of moments

Ere it slips from our grasp

© Janet Martin

Complete Awareness

Embrace it,

Do not waste it

While you strain toward a dream

Or yearn for yester’s

Mercy-measure

Drifting down departed stream

Little good

Is what we’re holding

If we miss its

Priceless worth

As we gaze toward the heavens

For what must be found on earth

© Janet Martin

Ball-room

This morning the Artist

Has taken His brush

And dappled earth’s canvas

In frosted hush

I awoke early

To a white-washed hall

Where each tree is a princess

Dressed for the ball

And I might be

A princess too

But somewhere I lost

My glass dancing shoes

© Janet Martin

But Never You...

Time has a habit of stealing

Its moments from my grip

Scarcely I touch or feel them

Before silently they slip

And seal or steal their memory

Where Time cannot return

Some I relinquish gladly

For others soft, I yearn…

And some, mercy’s dear kindness

Allows me to forget

Instead of being weighted

Forever with regret

Others, I never ponder

As they slip into the blue

And some are full of wonder

And mystery

And

You…

I may forget ‘most everything

By the time

This life is through

But never,

Oh, my darling

Never

Ever

You…

© Janet Martin

Leave then, November, If You Must

Leave then, leave

If you must

Over a carpet

Of first-snow dust

Over the skyline

To bygones beyond

Over the quiet

Of platinum ponds

Over the slumbering

Wild-bloom in the earth

Over the platoon

Of June’s frozen mirth

Over the farmer

Who smiles as he sleeps

Over the woodland

Where stripped willow weeps

Over the moments

That ceaselessly rush

Over the meadow

Of full moon flush

Leave then, November

Leave if you will

Winter is treading

The sky with its chill

© Janet Martin

A re-vamped version of Over...written for July