This Could Be the Day

This could be the day

We cannot fully know

Who will remain to witness

Twilight’s tranquil binding glow

Or who will pass its gleam

Into forevermore

Where none can see the mystery

Beyond time’s transient door

This could be the day

There are no guarantees

No ranks or hierarchies immune

To this life’s tragedies

And no one can foretell

The unknowns that abide

Or be without uncertain doubt

When life and death divide

See how the morning sun

Spills kindly to the grass

Blushing in whispers on the brink

Of what will come to pass

This gift is from God’s hand

So live, laugh, love and pray

Someday death’s claim will call our name

And this could be the day

© Janet Martin

 For he says, "In the time of my favor I heard you, and in the day of salvation I helped you." I tell you, now is the time of God's favor, now is the day of salvation. 2 Cor. 6:2

For my Daughter who Likes to Debate

  

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Poetic Bloomings Prompt; Time flies when you’re having fun! We’ve heard that throughout our lives. In the movies, time passing is depicted as a clock or sundial in time-lapse photography in rapid motion. We see hair gray up and other parts sag down. So for this poem, we want you to write a poem that shows the passing of time. The first part will center upon something you enjoyed or did as a child. The second part will focus on your perspective on that activity and how age has changed/enhanced your vision.

Once I was a girl

Young, carefree, like you

Constrained by parents

With a straight, narrow view

Now I am the parent

And I love you

In spite of your scoffing

At my straight, narrow view

Someday I pray

You will have girls too

Loved and constrained

By your straight, narrow view

© Janet Martin

I read this prompt after a  long and heated ‘debate’ with my teen-age daughter, thus, this is what my first thought was.

 

Complexities of Enemies

  

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My greatest enemy

Is quite average in appearance

But what a nuisance she can be

Always pushing to the forefront

In one little word

Me! Me! Me!

© Janet Martin

The Complexities of the Heart

The greatest complexity I know

Is the convenience of your eloquence

Pleasing, tormenting me so

You woo in whispers laced with death

Deception shapes such pleasantness

While disassembling bastions breath by breath 

Janet~ 

The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure. Who can understand it? Jer. 17:9

Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it. Prov. 4:23

The Complexities of Love

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For love we suffer to find its comfort

Its beauty runs deepest in rivers of blood

Love is a word best-spoken with action

We cannot love and yet deny God
 

© Janet Martin

No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, 

God lives in us and his love is made complete in us. 1 John 4:12

The Complexity of Word

 

April's PAD Challenge: Write a Complex poem.  Complex is a complex word that can refer to mental state, apartments, difficulty of a situation, and so many other complex situations.

Words are fickle, winsome things

With which to build our boasts of sand

Unless their guise is augmented

With upright action of the hand

The logic of the human heart

Is quick to defend and to blame

We ought to ponder carefully

These rudiments of hope and shame

How smooth these syllables ally

What credence fills their guild with voice

Yet, we do well to recognize

The silence thunders with our choice

© Janet Martin

Beyond the Sparkle of These Eyes...

Beyond the sparkle of these eyes

Beneath the dust-breathed veil of skin

Exists a soul that never dies

That God alone has woven in

Man cannot reach to purge from him

This mystery saved by Love’s grace

The soul is not a dust-formed limb

And only God beholds its face

Janet~

And do not fear those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul.

 Rather fear him who can destroy both soul and body in hell. 

Matt. 10:28

The Great Beyond

  

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April PAD Challenge:For today’s prompt, write a beyond poem. The poem could be beyond human comprehension. It could be from the great beyond. It could be from beyond–another city, country, planet, solar system, dimension, etc. Don’t be afraid to go above and beyond with it.

This world is full of vengeance and hate
and all manner of evil
We reel 'neath the impact of its reach
And love seems the weaker vessel
But this gasp of mortality
Comes with an ultimatum
Beyond this lies eternity
In breadths we cannot fathom
And though we groan beneath the pain
Of hate and its un-reason
Love will not fail, but is the Way
To heaven's glorious kingdom

This life is but the stepping-stone
leading to hell or Heaven's throne
We ought to pay more earnest heed
to the Beyond where these stones lead.

Janet~