Keeper...Line Messaging Poetry

Poetic Bloomings invites us to attempt;   LINE MESSAGING poetry, the final line of each stanza may be compiled to create an entirely new poem with its own independent message (a poem within a poem).  It appears there are no rules for number of stanzas, or rhyme scheme.   This form was created by Angel Favazza.

Dusk flowers gently over field and hill

Blush pink washes the patch-work quilt of spring

A surge akin to prayer ignites within

The Keeper of each hour tunes the rill

Each season sheds its purpose on the earth

The seed will grow; the chaff be blown away

Love’s Hand sifts through our humbly offered fray

And fills our wanton efforts with His worth

We cannot know the reason of His will

But like each season, joy and sorrow pass

We strain to see beyond this darkened glass

Where mortal imperfections keenly spill

Spring is the season of hope and re-birth

With hand upon the plow we till the sod

Trusting its harvest to a loving God

His faithful eye is over all the earth

(Independent Message)

The Keeper of each hour tunes the rill

And fills our wanton efforts with His worth

Where mortal imperfections keenly spill

His faithful eye is over all the earth

© Janet Martin

The Price of Anonymity

Sometimes it would be easier

To hide behind a quiet veil

Of anonymity,

Longing and inhibition

Than touch the pen

To ink

In signatures

Of admission

The sacred joy of love

Is a hard-fought, vexatious

Bliss

And to bear it anonymously

Would be

To never fully taste

The pleasure of

Its kiss

Janet~

To Love...and Be Loved

To love

Then be loved in return

Is all I humbly ask

But God, You know my heart

So God,

Please fit me for this task

To love

And be loved in return

Is more than I deserve

But oh, it is life’s sweetest joy

Upon

This troubled earth

To love

And be loved in return

Is such a kind reward

Yet all that I can think

To say

Is thank-you, thank-you Lord

© Janet Martin

Thank-you Sherry

Some folk fight for personal gain
Whether for glory or money or fame
Others are warriors of kind words and cheer
And you will find one of those warriors here.

Thank-you Sherry for all you do in the world of poetry.

Congratulations Jennifer. You also are one of those warriors and I am humbly honored to share this stage together:)
Love you(())

Of Sky and Relevance

The sky unfolds and folds again

The dark and light declares

Today’s beginning and its end

On century-woven stairs

Where sun and moon’s circuits attune

To Eden’s grand design

As year on year tallies this sphere

In ether-span of Time

Look up; the cloud, tumbled, serene

The vault of azure sweep

By day a cerulean sheen

By night an onyx deep

Throne of the moon and star-froth swoon

Of unnamed galaxies

Where ‘neath its sun we laugh and run

Shaping Time’s centuries

Look up; someday this boundless scope

Will fill with trumpet sound

As we behold man’s Living Hope

From temporal, trembling ground

For now its spreads above our heads

But then, a mighty roar

As we behold the God of old

And Time will be no more

© Janet Martin

It is nigh impossible to imagine the sky on That Day. 

Glorious Day

On Offerings

He gave Himself to please God’s will

He faced Golgotha cruel and grim

He poured His life out on that hill

Oh, what will we give back to Him?

He broke the curse of hell and death
Immortal God wore mortal limb
Shedding His life-blood for our debt
Oh, what will we give back to Him?

© Janet Martin

Love Song to the One True God

Holy, Holy, Holy

The love of our God

Spreads out before man’s ruptured gaze

His glory on earth’s sod

The ordinance of seasons

Unfolds His evidence

We cannot haste His reason

Or toss His purpose thence

Holy, holy, holy

He holds the stars in space

And flings from muted canopy

Another day of grace

In spite of our transgression

And passive platitude

He binds us with compassion

As darkness is subdued

Holy, holy, holy

This is the love of He

Who bathes us in redemption

Where our guilt ought to be

With holy tears of pardon

And holy drops of blood

With holiest submission

He bore the will of God

Holy, holy, holy

We cannot pick and choose

Which part of Him we will adore

Or which part to refuse

His power transcends perception

His Deity our trust

Ruler of earth and Heaven

With judgment pure and just

Holy, holy, holy

We cannot disunite

His glory from His goodness

His Lordship from His Light

He will not be defeated

Nor held behind a stone

And none but He is seated

In Heaven on His throne

Holy, holy, holy

His praise will never end

The Alpha and Omega God

Our Savior, Father, Friend

For He IS holy, holy

…our hope, alive and well

And this is He who sets us free

From fear of death and hell

© Janet Martin

Unchained Ramparts

How is it that you press against her sigh

Invisible as spring’s buoyant caress

And yet, with rampant, unchained recklessness

You toss the bulwark of her guarded thought awry

How is it that with door and window barred

You slip between the tresses of intent

To soothe and tease, to succor and torment

Where midnight splays across the silver yard

How is it that lost moments she held near

Return to whisper when the night is still

Pushing against the ramparts of her will

And spilling in one solitary tear?

J~

Unchained Melody