Symbols of Love (an edited re-post)

We choose red wine, sweet chocolate, a rose
Candle-light dinner, soft music, nice clothes
We choose things of comfort, delightful and new
 In our best efforts to say, ‘I love you’

He chose a crown made of thorns, not the rose
Some nails and a cross are the symbols He chose

Clad in His blood, pierced, suffering, He cried
“Father, forgive them,” then... He died

Janet~

In Loving Hands

 

Poetic Bloomings invites us to attempt the Ovillajo form

Beyond my faith or fear-filled eyes

The unknown lies

Its moments shaped like precious sands   

In loving hands

Before they are released, the staff and rod

Of Father God

To test and try our grasp of dust

To teach us how to hope and trust

In One who holds our moments first

The unknown lies in loving hands of Father God

© Janet Martin

Holding Up Hands

 

We gather to lift them

To Jehovah God today

Strengthen the feeble hands, oh Lord
And steady the knees that give way

As Aaron and Hur held Moses

Until the battle had been won

We hold them in our pleading words

Crying ‘Thy will be done’

© Janet Martin

For J&R.

Of Love's Kind Learning and Kaleidescopes

 

Oh my love, it seems we cannot

Return to starry-eyed youth

Or exchange for bliss of ignorance

Wisdom’s un-embellished truth

Oh my love, now we are older

And the thing that we have learned

Is merely this; quadrille of nature’s

Seasons past can’t be returned

And the moment we are holding

Even now slips to Time’s crypt

As we hear our voices pondering

When and how these decades slipped

Oh my love, we journey forward

What is past is nothing now

But the shards of love's kind learning

Etched into its afterglow

…where scattered tumbles, triumphs, stumbles

Pattern; a kaleidoscope

Within our thought, its gilded shadows

Images of hurt and hope

Oh my love, humbly we gather

From the chaff strewn at our feet

The pearl of wisdom we have garnered

In love’s learning; bitter-sweet

© Janet Martin

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Touch Me...a Love in Marriage Poem

 

Touch me

Touch me with your eyes

The gap twixt you and I

Trembles with the fullness

Of love’s hard truths realized

Experience; years in learning

Kindles a keener spark

For love is more than reckless

Stolen kisses in the dark

Touch me

Touch me with your thought

Past warmth of pulsing skin

To the person, not of flesh

That I am from within

For time, a patient teacher

Wields love’s refining tool

And we are willing students

Testing, breaking every rule

Touch me

Oh, touch me with your hands

There is no restriction

No restraint or reprimand

In love’s pure invitation

Of passion’s purposed honor

Reserved implicitly

For one unto the other

Shared only twixt me and thee

Touch me

Darling, touch me with your lips

And whisper word for word

The hunger in your finger-tips

And longing’s oceans stirred

Then kiss me, kiss me slowly

Where inhibitions hide

Kiss away the willfulness

Protecting foolish pride

Touch me

Touch me with your loving smile

The kind that understands

The beauty of love’s chapters

Etched into enduring hands

Committed to its promise

That joined us heart to heart

'to love each other faithfully

until death do us part'

© Janet Martin

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.