Love ABC's (a re-post)

 

What if, instead of

Assuming and

Begrudging and

Criticizing and

Doubting and

Envying and

Fault-finding and

Gossiping and

Hating and

Insulting and

Judging and

Knocking and

Lusting and

Meddling and

Nagging and

Obsessing and

Pointing and

Quarreling and

Ranting and

Slighting and

Tearing down and

Unpleasantness and

Violence and

War and

X-cessivness and

Yelling and

Zero-patience…

…we just loved?

© Janet Martin


We Should Only Have Time to Love

Where the Rubber Meets the Road

 

They don't complain

Supper on red

Enjoyed

Chocolate relished

thoroughly

As they discussed life

and everything we've never done

They didn't see my heart

Lying on the table

There is an ocean secured

by dikes of flesh and prayer

Because only God knows

the truth

of quiet sorrows

that we bear

While love works so very hard

to put our food on the table

And we all know

Love

does the best

it is able 

...half-way across the country

eighteen wheels and love

turn toward 'trying to be home

by noon'

on Saturday

Janet Martin

I like this song because I can relate to these words so well.

'it's not fancy but it works'

Matt got a huge chuckle out of 'granola hearts'. He knows his mom is an oatmeal junkie:) ...and he beat me to 'I love you' when he saw the chocolate suckers, knowing it would 'win' him one...it did.

I Love You Too

(my own version of Tom's song:)

I love

Little girls in spring

Burnished brooks that sing

Laughter of rain

And grain

I love

Weather-dappled glass

Carpets made of grass

Cloud-ships overhead

And bread

And I love you too

I love

Coffee-flavored dawns

Children-trampled lawns

Daddy’s stubble-chin

And grins

I love

Teen-agers that blush

Midnight’s velvet hush

Weathered rocking-chairs

And pears

And I love you too

I love

Off-to-school-day-hugs

Butter-flies and bugs

The joy of dinner-time

And rhymes

I love

Sunsets, little boys

Quiet after noise

Autumn-painted trees

And cheese

And I love you too

I love

Sunday morning calm

Snowflakes on my palm

Whispers soft as silk

And milk

I love

God’s amazing grace

Sea-breeze on my face

Bicycles and blooms

And brooms

And I love you too

© Janet Martin

…and I love that one could write a hundred verses to this song.

No Greater Love

There is no greater love

Than love of Thee, oh God

You crown us with your mercy

Where our sin-stains deck the sod

And instead of destruction

As long as we shall live

You offer sweet redemption

Oh my God and you forgive

There is no greater love

For you do not reward

According to the death we earned

But you forgive us, Lord

As far as east from west

Or north is from the south

You wash away unrighteousness

And satisfy our mouth

The sweetness of your love

Is not a transient thing

Mortality soon slips away

Like petals on the wind

But because of Your grace

And everlasting love

You transport us from this dark place

To ageless realms above

There is no greater love

You laid Your own life down

So we may not know death

But wear the victor’s crown

Oh, what a love is this?

Your death so we may live

Your righteousness absolving guilt

Oh God, as You forgive

© Janet Martin

Inspired by Ps. 103 and this…The wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord. Rom. 6:23

 Celebrating LOVE today!

Happy Valentine's Day

I must go now

To melt chocolate

And laugh

Happy Valentine’s Day!

May chocolate and laughter kiss you today.

Love~ Janet

Poems too Perfect for Air (an edited re-post)

I pen your whispers on a page

Where only thought can see

The master-piece arrangements

Of love’s perfect poetry

I seal your secret sentiments

Within my tender tear

In scripts of un-spelled poetry

Where only thought can hear

I share your silent sorrow-tugs

  A slow-motion appeal  

In tidal-waves of poetry

Where only thought can feel

I wrap your sigh around me
 A whispered after-glow
Of poetry and passion
Where only thought can know

J~

Ineptness of Ink

To spell the ways of love evades my pen

Disrober of the heart and soul and mind

And I would blush but love is gentle, kind

Forgiving foibles common unto men

And yet to spell its ways evades my pen

Softly you come to me and I love you

As you remove the ramparts to my soul

Geography of skin is not the whole

But oh, beneath your kiss its touch will do

Softly you come to me and I love you

The ways of love are life’s great mystery

We cannot suffer its caress alone

For love cannot exist in only one

Divine extolling of insanity

The ways of love are life’s great mystery

To tell the ways of love evades my quill

How does one spell the lining of a heart?

Or shape in word our utter-deepest part

Shattering eons when the night is still

To tell love’s ways evades my humble quill

© Janet Martin

Of Mending and Tending

 

Her hands were rough

With the toil of love

Of tending, mending

Home and heart

His body was lean

Raising a large family

Drained more than

Pockets and bank accounts

…as we thrived

Never knowing need at all

Not because of things

But because of love

© Janet Martin

True love teaches in its tending

For there will always be fences,
clothes and hearts

In need of mending

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