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

   

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?

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)