Mothers and Fellers

It's Children's Hour at Poetic Bloomings

Mother tells me to clean my ears

To eat my greens

To wash my face

Mother tells me to pick up my toys

Be nice to my sister

And put things back in place

Mother tells me that worms ain’t fer pockets

And mother tells me

To let the frog go

Mother tells me I’m growin’ too fast

But I think I’m growin’

Awfully slow

Mother tells me to shush, baby’s sleepin’

But I was simply

Chasin’ my ball

Sometimes I think that mothers and fellers

Really don’t understand

Each other at all

Mother tells me to mind my manners

She tells me its bedtime

When it’s quarter-past noon

She says do your homework

Do your best, and remember

You’re gonna be a man someday soon

Mother tells me I’m her little sunshine

She tousles my hair

An’ hugs me real tight

She makes my favorite fruit cobbler for dinner

And she doesn’t scold me

When I snitch a wee bite

At bedtime she listens

And I tell her my thinkin’s

She smiles and tucks me in with my football

Well, maybe, perhaps mothers understand fellers

Just a weeny-teeny little bit

After all

© Janet Martin

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Of Love and Justice

God’s love beheld our hopeless state

Mankind born into sin

God’s justice knew the blood of rams

Could never wash us clean

God’s love offered His only Son

To die in our place

And through Him we are justified

As we are saved by grace

God’s Son did not come to this world

To offer condemnation

But Love and Justice gave Himself

To purchase our salvation

For Justice cannot look on sin

So Love offered a way

For every sinner to be clean

On that Great Judgment Day

God’s love beholds our hopeless state

Sin’s vile and curs-ed seed

But once for all He paid its price

As He died in our stead

God’s justice binds our debt of guilt

As we cry, I believe

God’s love beholds His Son’s blood spilt

As we His Gift receive

While man beheld His suffering

As Jesus bled and died

God saw beyond His offering

To sinners justified

And while men jeered in victory

Of Jesus crucified

God's love beheld Hope's finished work

Justice was satisfied

© Janet Martin

Who Can Explain Love...an edited re-post

Who can explain love?
This thing we give and give
Yet can never give too much of
Or get enough…..

It is not a mere emotion
For emotions rise and fall
While love serves with devotion
Standing faithful through it all

Who can explain this four-letter word?
Leaving us weak, making us strong
Soothing life's tempest, yet evoking
Our deepest passion stirred
In life’s greatest pleasure
And deepest pain
Yet, it seems we love without measure
And it is impossible to love in vain
Though we may love and lose….
We love again

There is none so rich that he does not need it
And none so poor that he cannot have it
Love’s stores are never depleted
Yet useless if we try to save it

In love we hold, kiss and embrace
In love we let go as tears cover our face
In love we leap, in love we fly
In love we live yet daily die

Who can explain love?
This many-splendor-ed desire
Mild as a cooing dove
Wild as a raging fire
Solid as a rock in the ocean
Yet soft as the mist on the sea
Is there any who can explain it?
This splendid mystery

Janet~

Ephemeral Immortality

Photo: Rushing to see what lies beyond the bend...

We were immortal

You and I

The universal equalizer

Was the alibi

Of those who simply

Let it slip

Youth’s effervescent thread

Would never

Languish in our grip

Yes,

That is what we said

But Time is a great Teacher

Its lessons

Keen and hard

Instructing mortal creature

With blatant

Disregard

For illusions of stubborn pride

Or foolish wantonness

It draws us in an ethereal tide

And bittersweet

Caress

We thought we were immortal

We were wrong

The echo of youth’s fancy-free

A jaded song

For we have joined

The meeker ranks

Of middle-age

Where now we turn

With humble thanks

Each

Gifted page

…but when we were immortal

It was bliss

The lure of life’s eternity

A rousing kiss

Spawning the dream

That taught us how

To fly with blind-faith trust

But now we see

Mortality

Life’s little

Dust to dust

For Time is a wise Teacher

She tutors patiently

Each child; we all are children

In lessons

On her knee

And she does not play favorites

Nor spare one from her touch

As we learn to live, laugh and love

And not

Worry

So much

© Janet Martin

I have another photo I took moments before this one with another story attached to it.

The Luxury of Love

 

 

In my peripheral, I know

You are there

Across the room, my darling

The touch of your eyes

Our half-smile embrace

Is a blissful

And virile undoing

We are not over-drawn paupers

The wealthy have nothing on us

For we have a five-star heavenly-suite

As we bask

In the luxury

Of love

Pockets hold jingle and jangle

Hearts hold the warmth of a smile

With you over there

And me over here

Well, I guess that must do

For a while

But then, while they

Empty their pockets

To garner lust’s gold-gilded glove

Our half-smile will meet

In a kiss tender-sweet

As we bask

In the luxury

Of love

The things that all stuff is made of

Is cold, even gold with its guile

Cannot satisfy

Like the light in your eye

Or the hint in

Your little half-smile

The fortune we hold

Exceeds value

The plunder of greed

We disprove

For it cannot compete

With love’s kiss tender-sweet

As we bask

In the luxury

Of love

© Janet Martin

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Of Love and its Distractions

  Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life? Matt. 6: 26-27

Why do we choose to fret, or fuss and fume?

Each moment is a capsule we must fill

With our response to living’s good or ill

And we cannot its tendered ilk exhume

Where is the nucleus of our hope?

Is it in transient trust of things we see?

Do we clench in our mouths its vanity

Dissolving like the snow on sun-kissed slope?

What do we love with heart and soul and mind?

The treasures that we touch with hungry eyes

May be the gilded snare to our demise

And when we die we leave it all behind

When we profess the love of God in us

Does He become hope’s full Supremacy?

Or do we turn our trust to things we see

Thence choosing still to fret or fume and fuss

© Janet Martin

Our Utmost Need

For all the things that we could ask

Of Thee, Father above

I pray that each one here below

May have someone to love

Oh Lord, to love and to be loved

Is our utmost need

Things cannot fill what true love will

So Lord, for love I plead

Abundant are life’s blessings, Lord

For which we give Thee thanks

But love and the sweet joy it brings

Fills in life’s wanton blanks

For all the things that we could ask

Of Thee Father above

I pray that there will be no one

Without someone to love

© Janet Martin

Light of Love

Love reaches to the earth

And rends night’s deepest hour

From sepulchers of darkest dark

Comes Morning’s radiant power

Love does not snuff the wick

In mercy's vaulted dome

But lights the dawn with hope and grace

And wonder from His throne

Love does not seal our doom

But flings its gates ajar

Its wonder free to one and all

Love loves us as we are

© Janet Martin

Imagine if one day, the Light was gone...

On a more mundane note: this glorious morning light is revealing dust, spills, fingerprints. Off to do some polishing and scrubbing.