Monday, February 11, 2013

Of Logic and Love



 

There is a part of me
That moves to my command
Simple logic; its edict
Flows from my head to hand

But oh, the vexing bliss
Of passion's pliant part
For I cannot control the kiss
That re-directs my heart

© Janet Martin

The Shaper of our Groans

 

These are not mangled moans
We fling into the air
But God will take our broken groans
And turn it into prayer

For what we ought to pray
We cannot fully know
But God above beholds in love
Our utmost need and woe

He takes our bleeding thought
The darkness of life's ill
And as we place them in His hands
He shapes them to His will

 Janet Martin

Please pray for them. Things have suddenly turned desperate!

Of February's Rainy Monday Morning and Mothers





Brittle fray of yesterday
Scuttles over frozen park
Where the daylight barely breathing
Murmurs morning to the dark
Music of a Monday dawning
Drips from awnings in the sky
As the moment-maestro’s baton
Mutes night's languid lullaby

Hope and heart-ache's nameless prelude
Spills half-breaths into the snow
Tempo of time’s smooth percussion
Alabaster-onyx flow
Slipping winter over autumn
Slipping manhood on a boy
And in the melody of moments
Slips the innocence from joy


Hold still, hold still, my little morning
Ah, you do not heed my plea
Already I can see the outline
Of the winter willow-tree
Stark skeleton etched in the weeping
Of a moody Monday morn
Where the moments push between us
Falling in a song forlorn

© Janet Martin

Buses are cancelled today due to freezing rain this morning...its a drippy, dreary Monday. I think we need to bake heart-cookies:) to 'spice' up the day.




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 

© Janet~

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

© Janet Martin
   







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’

© Janet Martin

"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

© Janet (Mom)