About Love...

Love gives and gives

It does not pause

To tally up the cost

But pours without

Reserve because

Love is what matters most

Love keeps no score

It does not fuss

Nor does it fret or boast

We love because

God so loved us

And that’s what matters most

Love is the only

Thing we have

Of everlasting worth

It is a servant

Never slave

A heaven-glimpse on earth

 Love gives and gives

It does not pause

To tally up the price

It gives no thought

To self because

To love is sacrifice

© Janet Martin

Happiness is Happening...

Happy is he who has learned to be

Content in the moment he holds

Instead of wishing for what seems missing

And searching until he is old

Happy are they who have found the way

To taste the moment on their lips

Instead of yearning for past’s no returning

As into the past, present slips

© Janet Martin

Happiness is happening,

Don't miss it!

 Happy is the man that finds wisdom, and the man that gets understanding.
Prov.3:13 KJV

Though Surge of Moments Rolls...A Song of Praise

Though surge of moments rolls

Across earth’s plundered plain

It can never quench the soul

Of hope’s joyful refrain

The demons of death’s doom

Tremble beneath the robe

Of Triumph’s Holy Groom

Holding Time’s tortured globe

Lift high your gladsome song

For it can never cease

Soon we shall join a scared throng

Hailing the Prince of Peace

The Babe in Bethlehem

Is Heaven’s King of kings

And Calvary’s slaughtered Lamb

Conquered Death’s curs-ed sting

The surge of moments rolls

In hours, weeks and years

The Christ of Bethlehem consoles

And holds these time-warped spheres

Our praises we repeat

For He will soon return

With angels legions at His feet

And gathered round His throne

His songs will never cease

Highest holy esteem

Love’s everlasting Prince of Peace

Is mankind’s hope Supreme

© Janet Martin

December's Song

It trickles in snowflake abandon

Hovering on the frost-keen air

Gentle yet urgent its anthem

A minuet; Joy versus Despair

It wafts in white, whimsical cadence

Softening in somnolent strain

Rising rhapsody of romance

A rare, reminiscent refrain

From tree-limb’s threadbare vesture

A tender mantra of farewell

Roams through the cold, barren pasture

And moans in the stricken dell

List to the song of the season

Draped in a dazzling shawl

Over life’s reckoning reason

Sweet let its melody fall

List to the hymn of December

Hope, joy and peace falling down

Ballad of love-blended memories

As another year dons its crown

© Janet Martin

More on Gifts...

 

Each morning you place it before us

Soon its dark wrapping has fallen away

As we grab its lucent fringes

Often forgetting to pause and say

‘Thank you’

It’s a gift we take so for granted

Failing to cherish its worth

Bestowed in love’s tender mercy

Graciously to each creature on earth

‘Thank-you’

I see it now through my window

Gleaming with hope and grace

Down from the faultless heavens

Into our erring embrace

‘Thank-you’

For each morning you place before us

A gift wrapped in blue, coral, gold or gray

Into our arms, proven thankless

Yet gently you give

Another day…

‘Thank-you’

© Janet Martin

The Best Gift We Can Give...

We won’t find it on their wish-list

They don’t ask for it by name

But as we shop this Christmas

We should remember it

All the same

It doesn’t look very fancy

It’s not expensive, and yet

It can be the most important thing

That all too often

We forget

Because it’s never on their wish-list

We can’t find it on a shelf

But this gift is so precious

Both for our child

And for our self

It’s nice to wrap their presents

To see them dance and smile

But Things are soon forgotten

Their pleasure lasts

But a little while

Beneath the shiny paper

Are toys and treats, books and blocks

But the thing they’ll most remember

Is something we can’t

Fit in a box

It’s a most special present

They’ll remember as long as they live

For to give them our Time

Lots and lots of our Time

Is the most priceless gift

We can ever give

© Janet Martin

Our Christmas Song (edited re-post)

Hail the fruit of Mary’s womb

In joyous celebration

Hail the Victor of death’s tomb

And hope of every nation

For this is Jesus Christ, God’s Son

He gives to us our Christmas song

Hail, the hand that held the nails

So we may be forgiven

Hail, hail His love that never fails

Sealing our hope in Heaven

Come gather ‘round and bend your knee

Hail, hail the One who sets men free

Hail, the Seed of mystery

The God who put on flesh

To walk in Love’s humility

And suffer unto death

Lift up your heart and raise your voice

Mankind has reason to rejoice

Hail the King on Heaven’s throne

The Babe whom angels heralded

The Son who passed through Caesar’s stone

Where roman soldiers guarded

Hail Jesus Christ, God’s precious Son

He gives to all a Christmas song

© Janet Martin

Of Poet's and Their Passion

 

We understand

The need to bleed

In drops of ink-shaped jot

As oft we spill

Against our will

The flow of tortured thought

We understand

The urge to purge

Through channels of the pen

And how its want

Will ease then taunt

Again, again, again

We understand

The ache to take

Life’s pain and ecstasy

Of battles fought

Within our thought

To bleed in poetry

© Janet Martin