Answers

I prayed for understanding,
For patience in life’s care
Sometimes it takes a little while
To see an answered prayer

His answer comes in moments
I don’t always recognize
In tender little blessings
And answers in disguise

Janet~

About a Mother

She harbors the ache, the joy, the pride
That only a mother can know
She weeps her tears, mostly on the inside
As she watches her children grow

Briefly she holds them before they are born
Briefly she rocks them to sleep
Briefly, so briefly each little one
Is rendered to her keep

Oh, what a tender garden
Is the heart of a little child
Knowing and unknowingly she plants countless seeds
Within its eager soil

She wonders if there is any way
To show the depth of her care
As she stops to put their things away
Or touch their sun-kissed hair

She loves them like no other
Yet, there is no trial run
When it comes to being a mother
And to learn how it should be done

Life is a very wise teacher
As mother and children learn
And God is a patient Father
Offering His love in return

She harbors the crux of longing and love
Deep within her breast
As she thanks her Father up above
For giving her life’s best

Janet~

Lies

I cannot choose truth
or invent my own 'brand'
Truth is unalterable
And plain to understand...

If we invent our own version
It is to our demise
Truth's aversion
Is nothing but lies...

Janet~

Emotions

Life is a journey
Its emotions are real
And it is not wrong
For us to feel
…high or low,
Happy, sad
Triumph, failure
Good or bad
Laughter, tears
Pleasure, pain
Peace or fear
Sun or rain
Joy or sorrow
Hope, despair
But it is wrong
If we choose to bear
All of these
Without God
…or prayer

Janet~

Lost....

Somewhere, in the quest of finding

Herself

she lost who she was

and does not recognize who she has become...

Performance

So…
You prefer the stilted lines of perfection then?
Let’s remove the truth and just pretend…
We’ll sip our tea, discuss trivialities…and men
Another afternoon with a fair-weather friend

J~

Farewell Dance

One more time
Across the floor
And I won’t ask
You anymore

I won’t beg you
To hold me close
Or ask you what
You’ll miss the most

And I won’t hold
You far too long
Please, don’t go
This is our song

One more time
Nice and slow
Rhythm and rhyme
Oh, here we go

And I won’t think of
Yesterday
Or the dance
We threw away

One more time
Across the floor
Then maybe I
Won’t hurt anymore…

J~

Mentally Prepared

Why do you come to me only to leave?
You flash your blue eyes; I fall at your feet
You offer your hand and I say lead me on
Why do you come to me just to be gone?

Why do you tease me with breath soft and warm?
Why do you whisper as I lean on your arm?
You know I am weak and I cannot resist
The bronze on your cheek as I yield to your kiss

Why do you torment me for one afternoon?
Why do you wait so long then leave far too soon?
In spite of my efforts I cannot dissuade
The course of your travels and the plans you have made

Why do I fall in love with you every year?
Why, as you’re turning, must I shed a tear?
Almost you make me forget why I grieve…
…Summer, you come to me only to leave

Janet~

No Weeds

Some folk seem to segregate
By color, race and creed
And if we were flowers in a garden
They would dare to call them weeds
Because they do not fit the scope
Their narrow eye beholds
Never mind that God’s true hope
Is for the young and old…
…the rich and poor
The black and white
And all shades in between
We are precious in His sight
And no one is a weed
Some folk seem to think that status
Makes one more or less
And maybe even paves the way
To things like happiness
Some folk seem to think perhaps
They are above another
And would not dream to call everyone
Their sister or their brother
But God’s earth is over-flowing
With hope and love and need
And in His precious garden
Nobody is a weed…

Janet~

Emily picked these 'weeds' on her walk last night.