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None of us are quite so poor

That we cannot bestow

A word of kind encouragement

As we come or as we go

None of us are quite so rich

As to be unaffected

By words of kind encouragement

Far too often neglected

© Janet Martin

She Would Play Too...If Only

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She watches from her perch

Inside the window

Dark

Smiling at the children

Playing

In the park

It looks like fun

Snow angels; want aches
In her throat

She would play too, if only

She would have
A coat

© Janet Martin

Don't store those coats you no longer need. Donate them to your local coat-drives and family services! they need them, (any size). Drives are on now and nobody likes to be cold.

When Dusk Falls

When dusk fell over Bethlehem that night

When the bustle on the streets grew still

Did anyone other than the shepherd’s sight

The angels singing of peace and goodwill?

The shepherds saw and they believed

With haste they came to Him

Knowing this was no ordinary child

Born in Bethlehem

…Dusk falls at night across our day

The bustle on the street grows still

And those who believe haste to Him to pray

In the Spirit of peace and goodwill

For this is no ordinary Man

Offering into our embrace

A gift that He, the Lord has made

A brand new day of grace

When dusk falls over the earth tonight

And the bustle on the street grows still

As the gift He has given folds out of sight

Will it echo with peace and goodwill?

© Janet Martin

The Haunt of the Bending Wind

The haunt of the bending wind

Wanders that little path

Of echoes left behind

In living’s aftermath

The hush of the snow-bent pine

Frames childhood’s carefree kiss

We trampled; un-bereft of Time

And its fleet-fingered bliss

The still of midnight’s deep

Bends softly to my thought

Little good it does to weep

For days which now are not

The haunt of the bending wind

Roams life's season-swept wild

Tuning soft whispers in my mind

Of when I was a child

© Janet Martin

Yesterday we spent the afternoon watching a slide-show of photos from my mother and her parent's childhood/youth days, as my mother reminisced! It was keen reminder of the change rendered by time and how some things never change.

Love Language

 

Seems like our words

Can be hit or miss

Sometimes we need

The language of a kiss

Words can fall short

Or be misunderstood

The language of a kiss

Says things I never could

Its nice to speak words

Like ‘I love you’

But sometimes the language

Of a kiss will do

© Janet Martin

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