Monday, January 9, 2012

Song of Relinquishment


As surely as the rising and setting sun
Are beyond our restrained control
So are the fruits of the deeds we have done
For the Great Keeper of our souls
Shall direct the path of the winds that blow
And where every last seed will fall
In this, I am satisfied to know
The Lord God is in charge of all

In what greater hands can we place our trust
And the folly of this temporal strife?
Than in hands who, for vessels of dust
Sacrificed His very life
Then surely He never will forsake His own
For His life-blood makes us whole
And as surely as the rising and setting sun
The Lord God is in control

Into these hands of pure unfailing love
I place every weakness and shame
Pleading that in my humble form He will move
And bring glory to His hallowed name
As surely as the rising and setting of sun
His love and mercy console
I give my cares to the Three in One
For He is in control

Janet~

The sun rise was like a broad rainbow stretching up from the horizon,
and symbolizing the promise of His mercy…new every morning.
Inhale, exhale the wonder of Him, who loves us beyond all measure.

Lam. 3:21-23
Yet this I call to mind
and therefore I have hope:

Because of the LORD’s great love we are not consumed,
for his compassions never fail.
They are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.

Something Akin to Love


Sheer sadness grips her chest
-an aching of tenderness
and something akin to fear
knowing, maybe she will never
be able to love him
the way he deserves
but, none-the-less
gladness tempers her sorrow
for the hope in opportunity
waiting, not in tomorrow
but in every breath
passing from her…
Thankfulness remains
a constant realization
for, in this life
she, by the grace of God
has been given the chance
to try.
Trying is, after all
the best anyone can do
with what we have
and she turns,
whispering
I love you
I love you
I will always
Love you

J~

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Heavenly Reflection


http://poeticbloomings.com/2012/01/08/photo-prompt-prompt-37/

A heavenly reflection
Has but one Source
It cannot be gleaned from earth’s sod
Then, even life’s splashes
Are tinted by Him
If our Master Painter
Is God

Janet

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Aqua-velva Coloured Dreams


http://carryontuesdayprompt.blogspot.com/2012/01/carry-on-tuesday-139.html

Lace your whispers through my mind
Touch me where no fingers trace
Let us board the wayward wind
Fly to our secret place

Maine is just a breath away
Morocco is not just a dream
We’ll scale the walls of yesterday
Darling, come and fly with me

Take the worry from our prayer
Let our tears of wanting flow
We will climb to gardens where
All the broken flowers grow

Darling, come and fly with me
Science bears no tangent part
For its logic cannot see
Destinations of the heart

Hold me closer as we dance
To love’s drifting melody
Darling, won’t you take the chance
Come and fly away with me

J~

I would have painted an ocean or a beach in that rear-view mirror, but...

Friday, January 6, 2012

Only a Dream




As I was lying in my bed
Somewhere twixt consciousness and sleep
I heard the final words you said
And all that I could do was weep

Fully awake I can’t recall
The order of the words you spoke
Perhaps you never spoke at all
Or whispered to me as I woke

As I was lying in my bed
Your final words I can’t re-trace
But there’s an echo in my head
And there are tears upon my face

J~

Captive Audience


We stood together, she and I
Beneath an orange and purple sky
As God, in shades beyond our grasp
Folded the day into the past
He didn’t need to speak a word
As all the earth His glory heard

He could have simply tucked away
The afternoon in mindless gray
But He is such an awesome God
He paints His grandeur o’er meek sod
As humble mortal hearts are stirred
In declarations without word

Out of the sky His wonders shout
His diadem no man can doubt
For there is none who can compare
To He who paints the evening air
We stood within the twilight hush
To watch Him paint without a brush

Janet

Victoria didn’t know where I was until she looked out and saw the sky…
….then she knew. She joined me with her camera (her Christmas present) and together we watched Him paint.
Awesome! We both knew there were no words able to capture this grandeur!


The heavens declare the glory of God.
The firmaments show his handiwork. Ps. 19:1

No Way...


There’s no way we can go back
No way to leap ahead
Life can be a winding track
Of temporal hope and dread
But it’s not so bad…
‘Cause I’m sure glad I know you
An’ I’m sure glad we met
An’ I’m sure glad I love you
Darling, I’m never gonna let
You go…

Life is unpredictable
In the middle of a sunny day
Storm clouds roll across the sky
An’ steal the sun away
Oh, that’s when I say…
I’m sure glad I know you
Darling, I’m sure glad we met
Oh, you know I’m gonna love you
An’ I’m never gonna let
You go

Circumstance is temporary
Moments come to pass
And all of joy or sorrow
Soon will wither like the grass
The only thing that lasts
Is the love we share together
Since the day that we first met
And I know it will weather
Every day; because I’ll never let
You go

Let the years and seasons roll
I will never let
You go...
It's the way of love
You know
And that is why
I will never let
You go...

J~

Over Fifty?


http://www.curtoons.com/funny-gag-cartoons/ (cartoon source)

Time is a ruthless painter, so I do declare
I despise my mirror but the mirror doesn’t care
If it’s the truth it’s telling well I’d beg to differ please
Cause I’m still feeling dapper but for creaking in my knees

Some mornings I sprint out of bed just like I used to do
But then a cramp assails me and I holler out for you
and like a weary soldier I limp to the closest chair
You bring an ice-pack for my back; or my derriere

I stopped counting wrinkles when the wrinkles became me
My merry eyes still twinkle, I just wish that they could see
But when I turn the lights out it’s great to be alive
Because when I am sleeping I still feel like twenty-five

Janet

Happy Birthday, Rosemary

The Harvesting of Winter


In the middle of summer’s sweet dog-days
And autumn’s noon of tumbled leaf
Winter falls; and plants the earth
In crops of pure and pristine sheaf

Then every stripped and naked sprig
That shed its robe of evergreen
And every humble, barren twig
Is dressed in winter’s dazzling sheen

The curtailed summer waits beyond
The benediction of a year
And soon the green and leafy frond
In verdant arbors will appear

Blow then, oh harsh and hungry wind
Clothe the earth in white a while
For soon your harvest must begin
It melts away beneath spring’s smile

Janet