Intangible Touch

I have been kissed

Not of lips

I have been touched

Not of skin

And I have felt those finger-tips

Ravage, caress

A world within

***

The utterance of wordless thought
Traverses eons obscurely
Yet keens the pen, jot upon jot
Touching the page in poetry

***

To quell the trembling of its touch
Would be to still the surging sea
Or quench the intangible rush
Rousing the want of life in me

***

Yes, I have been kissed
Not of lips
And I have been touched
Not of skin
The climax of a moment
Spills in heart-beats
Whisper-thin
 

J~

Unquenchable Fulfillment

 

How well the thought of you fits into me

To afflict and caress; love’s sweet alloy

For though it bears all things, its harmony

Is surely the climax of grief and joy

The superficial want of kings and things

The dissonance of mortal have-and-hold

Swarms, ravaging the barracks deep within

Yet cannot dismantle love’s tender hold

Its equilibrium, a mystery

Though fiends may howl and daring tempests scream

They cannot wrench the thought of you from me

Or mute the melody of love’s requiem

For oh, how perfectly the thought of you

Melts into every space that want would drench

If not for pigments of unfathomed blue

Sweeping a shore that oceans cannot quench

  

J~

The ABC's of Life

If we have taught them how to be

Astronauts or

Bridge-builders or

Composers or

Doctors or

Engineers or

Farmers or

Governors or

Home-makers or

Intellects or

Judges or

Kings or

Landscapers or

Mothers or

Nurses or

Optometrists or

Presidents or

Queens or

Receptionists or

Scientists or

Teachers or

Undertakers or

Veterinarians or

Writers or

X-ray technicians or

Yoga instructors or

Zoo-keepers

…without first teaching the love of God

We have failed.

© Janet Martin

The devotion I read this morning reminded us how important it is that we, as parents reflect the love of God.

Mr. February

Though you may stand

Inches beneath

Your limber peers

You startle placid

Bystanders

With bully howls and jeers

And while you tug

The daylight hour

Into the twilight blue

We slip and slide

And huff and puff

Against your cheerless hue

And though you boast

The day of hearts

And chocolate-flavored bliss

We do not fall

In love with your

Icy, obnoxious kiss

For what you lack in size

Or flair

You pack in blustered punch

While we peer

Through ice-lace fretwork

And pour hot soup for lunch

© Janet Martin

What is It?

What is this awesome thing I see

Breaking through yonder scrim?

Gleaming with opportunity

A wondrous, wordless hymn

What is this tender gift of grace

Bestowed in spite of we

Who often thoughtlessly embrace

Its virgin purity?

Oh pray, what is this glorious gift

Pushing dark folds away

In mercy-streams; oh what is it?

Why, it is a new day

© Janet Martin

It is wrapped in blue-gray today! Land and sky...

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.