The Full Telling of It

One of my all-time favorite love songs ever:) by one of my favorite artists ever.

When it comes to the telling of love, my love

The spelling of it never seems quite enough

No words seems invented to full satisfy

The rush of the heart spilling sweet in soft sigh

...or the 'happy-with-nothing-but-you-next-to-me'

the 'let's-stop-the clocks-and-slow-dance-on-time's-sea'

And where is that word that can capture the whole

Of this; fulfilled fingertips, lips, heart and soul?

When it comes to telling what I feel full-true

Ah darling, there is nothing but this; 'I love you'

Janet~

 

Romance of Redemption...a Re-run about the Greatest Love of All

 

He etches artwork of tree-frame on skyline

Ethereal canvas of ruby and gold

Where one more day with each half-breath is fading

Into Past’s vast and invisible hold

He spoke to Being crag, coppice and canyon

Fathom of flowers were formed by His thought

Alpha-Omega yet in every moment

Nothing is born but that by His Hand wrought

And though nature awes the mind-reach of a man 

‘tis merely the back-drop to Love’s Master Plan

 

He left His throne in the glories of Heaven

Love drove this Shepherd to earth’s stony sweep

Not to still reeds tossed in wind-worn abandon

But to draw to Him each wandering sheep

Love’s tender wooing sought souls stiff and stubborn

Here, where the brush-strokes of nature-song fell

Power and passion loved hearts fully human

Knowing the cost of His courtship full-well

Not of red roses nor wine in His cup

But thorns on His head and a cross lifted up

Pardon’s red river still rolls through the ages

Love, culminated on Calvary’s tree

Writes His love story on century-pages

‘Darling Deliverer sets sin-captives free’

Lover of mortal, Redeemer, Good Shepherd

Salvation’s romance of Savior to soul

Draws us from gutters of guilt to Love’s shoulder

If not for Love then where can we be Whole?

God’s grace expands Time’s ephemeral slate

Love cannot bear to fetter Mercy’s Gate

© Janet Martin

A Just for Fun Re-run...Pennsylvania-Dutch Love Poem

one Sunday on my way to picking up my son, I happened upon this couple walking home from 'Sunday-visiting'...

Vos is des ding as mich so fershtroyed

Uns macht mich so liecht-kebich

My gedanka sin fatsuttled; net oof dei orbiet

Un auft bin ich dobich un lobich

Von du neagsht fabigh mich laffsht

Udda von du tighte navich mich schlaffsht

Ich fraug fa nix mehna fuun dich

Yischt es du mich net falausht

Bis de Gott im Himmel ruft

un Err cummt fa dich uttah mich

Gealt kon net kauffa vos liebe em gebbt

Un meah sin net orm binannah

Shtoft is yischt shtoft; es harcht em net aub

Un es glebbet vee so alte kannah

Liebe hault em froh un frei

Gott hault uns naegsht debigh

Meah sin bessah oub vee de reichah

Von meah net fagessah

Fah Gott bedanka

Un anannah yischt immah gliechah

Translation…

What is this thing that scatters me so

And makes me so light-headed

My thoughts are scrambled; not on my work

And often I am clumsy and crazy

When you closely walk by me

Or sleep tightly beside me

I ask for nothing more from you

Just that you will not leave me

Until God in Heaven calls

And He comes for you or me

Money cannot buy what love gives

And we are not poor together

Stuff is just stuff; it will not listen

And it clatters like old tin cans

Love keeps us glad and free

God keeps us close to Him

We are better off than rich folk

If we do not forget

To give God thanks

And always just love each other

© Janet Martin

Love...a re-run cause sometimes I forget:)

 

There is no pride in love

No selfish vanity

To find its pure fulfillment

We must seek humility

There is no fear in love

And as it freely pours

It never empties but instead

Increases more and more

There is no guilt in love

But its vile tempter, lust

Will sully precious purity

And rob the heart of trust

There is no greed in love

Nor self-sought indulgence

Yet Love succors our deepest need

In wondrous recompense

There is no loss in love

Its call, our greatest debt

The more we give to fellowman

The more and more we get

© Janet Martin

There is no pride in love

No selfish vanity

To find its pure fulfillment

We must seek humility

There is no fear in love

And as it freely pours

It never empties but instead

Increases more and more

There is no guilt in love

But its vile tempter, lust

Will sully faultless purity

And rob the heart of trust

There is no greed in love

Nor self-sought indulgence

Yet Love succors our deepest need

In wondrous recompense

There is no loss in love

Its call, our greatest debt

The more we give to fellowman

The more and more we get

© Janet Martin

- See more at: http://anotherporch.blogspot.ca/2014/02/lets-talk-about-love-9.html#sthash.2h12dZGx.dpuf

There is no pride in love

No selfish vanity

To find its pure fulfillment

We must seek humility

There is no fear in love

And as it freely pours

It never empties but instead

Increases more and more

There is no guilt in love

But its vile tempter, lust

Will sully faultless purity

And rob the heart of trust

There is no greed in love

Nor self-sought indulgence

Yet Love succors our deepest need

In wondrous recompense

There is no loss in love

Its call, our greatest debt

The more we give to fellowman

The more and more we get

© Janet Martin

- See more at: http://anotherporch.blogspot.ca/2014/02/lets-talk-about-love-9.html#sthash.2h12dZGx.dpuf

One Wonderful Word

 A sunny smile for a cold, growl-y night...

It crossed my lips today

A lovely little word

And in its lilting assonance

A thousand scenes were stirred

Of bare feet teasing pasture ponds

Or turquoise-skirted beach

Of afternoons, green-gold and bronze

Flavored with sun-ripe peach

Of white adrift on azure seas

Of heady honey-suckle breeze

Through sweeping, sighing willow-trees

Where memories beseech

Who knew a word can kiss

The air with poetry

And hang its pretty verses where

Only thought’s eye can see

Of morning, sweet with dew and dust

Of gardens pink with plume

Of puddle-mirrors, wanderlust

In nature’s living-room

Of fence where musky wild grapes climb

Of honey-bee in blue-bell chime

…One wonderful word; summertime

Sets winter-hearts a-bloom

© Janet Martin

For summer-lovers

The Moon-man and His Love

Did you know that Thursday has a new name? Wikem-day; see definition here.

 The Moon's gravitational influence produces the ocean tides and the slight lengthening of the day. Wikipedia

The lights along the boulevard poke holes into the dark

A diamond parasol covers slight lengthening of day

Where shape of Time is lithe and lean and slipping silver-gray

Into deep blue adieu where new adventurers embark

The beck and calling-rise and falling-holding-letting go

Reaches like quiet shadows to a place beneath Her skin

She hears upon a sentimental solitude within  

Echoes, like lagging sea-song on a garden white with snow

The moon-man does not smile, still, still his solemn comradeship

Touches a chord; a duet borne of love and loneliness

Ignites a strange homesickness for a nameless happiness

Where he and she are worlds apart yet dancing lip to lip

The moon-man murmurs ‘darling’ and the moon-man murmurs ‘dear’

She wonders if his stone-face hurts with tears he cannot weep

Because she cannot promise what she knows she cannot keep

And so she nods; Time knows that soon they both will disappear

© Janet Martin

Since it is a moon prompt and the season for love I can't resist adding this song...

Hello, Love

 

Thanks to hubby I'm a diehard Hank Snow fan :)

I love you

Let Time have its way

Darling, nothing

Seems to stay

Save love

I love you

The very best

Darling, we're not lucky

We're blessed

By love

I love you~

Janet

Hubby is a truck-driver but he often stops by to see what's happening here:)

Hey Girls, I Have an Idea

After reading Dayle's post here it inspired me to send a love-note to hubby. Wanna join in the fun and do it too? Let our better-halves know how much we love them!

 Sometimes/too often I fail to tell him, assuming he knows, but I think they want to hear it as much as we do, right?

Sometimes I seem   to overlook

the big things I should do

like stop a moment

just to say

I love

you

J~