Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog

Monday, February 11, 2013

Practicing...Love

Love swallows
Hard.
And bites her tongue
Remembering
Once she too
Was young

Mom~
aka Janet:)

Love; Sweet, Sweet Love

Love does not seek

To bring to self

Glory or recognition

Love serves;

Never turning to draw

Applause or adulation

Love; sweet, sweet love

Life’s simple best

In ways of complex wonder

How is it that you

Steal my breath

As your discourse I ponder?

Love; gossamer

And warrior

And pleasure’s painful splendor

You tear blood-oceans

Out of me

In whispers soft and tender

Love; sweet, sweet love

Never demanding

Equal compensation

Yet in its giving

Comes a joy

Beyond word-explanation

Love; miraculous mystery

Increased

By its bestowing

Love; double-edged

Bliss-agony

Within a tear-drop glowing

A Love Song to God

Who is a God like You? To pierce infinity

And breathe into its darkened void unnumbered galaxies

The eons of Your Arm mere mind cannot contain

Nor ever fully comprehend the fathoms of Your reign

Who is a God like You? Teacher of nature’s law

Of tempest wild and tender bloom; we gaze in stuttered awe

Your mercies manifold, our diligence demands

For who can dare to disregard the touch of nail-scarred hands

Who is a God like You? Becoming sacrifice

Choosing to leave Your glorious throne to pay sin’s awful price

Your guiltless deity suffered wrath’s vilest ill

Perfection became ransom-blood to satisfy Love’s will

Who is a God like You? Delighting to erase

And blot out our transgression with the mercies of Your grace

No record do You keep of our guilt and shame

Oh God, no other God redeems or absolves our blame

Who is a God like You? That You should seek; approve

Our stumbling, fumbling offering transforming it with love

Oh, there is none like You; before Your mercy-seat

We bow in humble gratitude to wash a brother's feet

Sunday, February 10, 2013

This 'Love Thing'

I do not know much of love but this

‘Tis bittersweet

Its images of glory

Tarnished, broken

At my feet

I do not know much of love and yet

With my stumbling dust

To learn

The little that I can

I must

I do not know much of love, but oh

To give up

Would be to fling back to God

An overflowing

Cup

I do not know much of love, its true

But one thing I do

I cannot explain it

But to say

‘I love you’

"sometimes I think I just do not get this love thing" said hubby in frustration, today at lunch:)

The more I thought about it the more I began to believe its a constant re-learning. 1 Cor. 13 love is hard to learn all at once, isn't it?

Saturday, February 9, 2013

Of Enlightenments

Maybe someday they will understand

And forgive me for all those words

I tried to say right, but somehow came out wrong

Maybe someday they will agree

That happiness is something

That we cannot touch or see

Maybe someday they will know

It is enough to love

And to be loved

And maybe someday they will touch

On the reasons their mother

Loved them so much

…but didn’t always have the perfect way

To spill from her lips

What she wanted to say

I Love Blue

I love blue

Cerulean sky

Noon-day sea

The light in your eye

When you think of me

Janet~

Suddenly winter feels a whole LOT like...winter:)

Suddenly thought drifts to things like the song of surf sweeping sand.

I Love Pink

I love pink

The glow of winter

Kissing the cheeks

Of a little girl

All carefree and giddy

As we splash and play

In a white-washed winter-world

Janet~

She lasted longer than I did out in the cold. Suddenly from the door I heard her call 'Mom, help! I''m literally frozen!' Her ponytail had frozen to her scarf and hat, a tangled mess! She screeched and howled as I tried to separate hair from snow and yarn:)