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Unshakable, the Word of God

In spite of sundry season

Chief cornerstone, the author, Love

Anointing life with reason

Immutable, the Word of God

Invincible empire  

No pen of men eradicates

The ink of Holy Fire

Eternal IS the Word of God

Nothing its reach can sever

Though earth and heaven pass away

The Word of God will never

© Janet Martin

Matthew 24:35 Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will never pass away.

IS Wonderful...

This morning when I woke the tank in my heart and head still felt sort of drained so I stepped outside and stood beneath the waking sky, letting Wonder wash awry worry and woe...

The broom that sweeps awry

the mist that melts the morn

that breaks the blue that wakes the sky

is wonderful, oh Lord

The loom that cleaves from air

the thread that weaves from naught

the hour we tread with care and prayer

is wonderful, oh God

The hand that holds the sea

where mercy’s grace is poured

without measure to you and me

is wonderful, oh Lord

The heart that trusts beyond

the art of sky and sod

that turns beneath the touch of One

is wonderful, oh God

© Janet Martin

 Let me hear Your loving-kindness in the morning; For I trust in You; Teach me the way in which I should walk; For to You I lift up my soul. Ps. 143:8

Ah, Love

Ah love, what earthly paradise

Ignites the splendor of your sighs

Where I admit with half-shut eyes

That I am quite betaken

Not merely by fair face or form

Or by the sweet, soul-rending storm

That rages where your touch is warm

And leaves me fully shaken

Ah love, what torment you ensconce

Evoking agonies where once

We thought that love was the response

Of Want fulfilling wishes

But now with boldness love declares

More than the blush of silly stares

Or famished flush of morning where

We rent the night with kisses

Ah love, what tug-of-war thou art

A flying, falling heart to heart

Where we vowed ‘til death do us part’

And nothing here can sever

As we shore battlegrounds within

For making love cannot begin

Without; but roars beneath our skin

Bound in one word; Forever

© Janet Martin

In Spite of Years

In spite of years leaves fall like tears

Unwrapping strapping, clapping trees

We suffer hurt, time's trampled dirt

Cannot avert its miseries

In spite of skin or next of kin 

We wear and share a common thread

Time's centuries cannot appease

The ageless pleas of heart and head

In spite of yesterdays our ways

Are much the same as way back when

We laugh and weep and toil and sleep

With naught to keep but echoed Then

In spite of modern day and night

The vast insight of centuries

Cannot outsmart the human heart

Or pause the art that unwraps trees

Janet~

The heart holds a holy hunger 

that Time can never fill

But when Time falls away at last 

We'll wake to find...

God will

While Staring At and Through Tree Roots...

So many stood there, some a few moments, others lingering where laughter and chatter fell away in the panorama of thought...

Mute, maudlin melody murmurs from maple mandolin

We feel Time’s steel wheel tremor; seal its passage ‘neath our skin

Ah, slow the hand that holds the ladle of Time’s moment-stream

The tree root cups the cradle of Something more than a dream

Morning is like a merchant bent on buying Time to sell

It primes the tides whereon we ride on frigates of farewell

It tips its grail and fills noon’s sail before it dips as dusk

Devours hours until flowers fill its hull with husks

We stare where here-to-there unfurls a panoramic view

Green have-and-hold spills red and gold to Autumn’s avenue

Where once we laughed like virgin lovers strolling among trees

Before we bore the war of more than unlearned fantasies

My, my the years fly by and still we are surprised by them

Wonder thunders within us as we stand upon the hem

Of Something far, far bigger than time’s ticking never-more

As heaven holds the ladle and the tree root frames a Door

© Janet Martin

Surely Silver...

Summer cannot last forever

Though sometimes we wish it could

Just like wisdom surely silver

Crowns the brow like snow on wood

Pleasant is the purple river

Purled of clover-cloven plume

But like wisdom surely silver

Is the climax of the bloom

Green is mercy’s gift to nature

Youth and summer coalesce

But like wisdom surely silver

Keens its kiss in fledgling tress

Time pours petals from its quiver

Myriad of colors fall

But like wisdom surely silver

Is the fairest of them all

© Janet Martin