The In-mate.....

Silently, invisibly
He unsettles the
Otherwise calm and unruffled
Meditation
Brooding, yet innocently
Masterminding
Waves of
Tormenting vexation
In the dead of night
Or soft rose dawn
Haunting, extreme silences
With an inaudible moan
While others slumber
In midnight’s palm
Without a care
This inmate murmurs
Plaintive notes
Upon the quivering
Frosty air…………..
No small thing, he
Employing idle thought
As hope and human misery
Become entangled
In a helpless knot
Through bars of light
His shadow moves
Imprisoned not by guilt,
But by his love
He pays his dues
In vexing notes
The ever-present
Muse……….
Feeding a slow-burning fire
Of reverence and
Desire

Janet~

Passage-way......

Today is the first day of the rest of our lives
All others lie dormant beneath Time’s vast skies
Or sleep in the depths of phantom seas
Tangible only in memories
Today is the first day of our here evermore
Before it slumbers forever on Past’s hazy shore

Today is the bridge to our hopes and our dreams
The moments in which opportunity gleams
Soon they surrender to coffers of dust
Moments remembered, of rubies and rust
Today is the first day of what is yet to be
On our one way passage to eternity

Janet~

Happy New Year....

As we stand and look back today
Tell me; what do you see?
As the old year slips away
Into eternity
As echoes roll across our minds
And faces blur its screen
As this year now is left behind
In pastures ever-green
As we review with smiles and tears
Our moments one by one
And contemplate how quick the years
Seem to be here and gone
Is it with joy or sad regret
We bid this year farewell
One to remember or forget…
Come midnight’s silent knell
Who will we hold close to us?
Who will we keenly miss?
As we celebrate tonight
Will we remember this?
The One who holds in His control
Each breath and passing hour
Remains unchanged; He loves us still
And keeps us by His power…………

Janet~

Happy New Year and
May God be with you
And richly bless you in 2011~

The New Year Waits..........

It waits for us in shrouds of mist
Its bowers hid from view
The old year, sadly, fondly kissed
Now sleeps beyond the blue
And in its stead a new year gleams
On hope’s translucent spires
Upon its wings we sense new dreams
New visions and desires

The disappointed tears we’ve wept
Now sleep beneath the sod
Yesterday’s failures are swept
Into the arms of God
As lovingly He wipes away
Our folly; every trace
And gives to us a brand new day
A gift of love and grace

The old year rests in history
With myriads before
Ahead we see but mystery
A vague, yet open door
On its threshold now we stand
Between the old and new
One thing remains; God’s faithful hand
To gently guide us through

Janet Martin~

When Springtime Comes Again

The bud will soon break through the limb
Now clad in frosty white
The gray sky will be blue again
And warm, this cold stark night
The storm of words can't be retrieved
And truth can be a foe
When sweeter lies which we believed
Lie trampled in the snow.......

Spite and anger strip away
The bud, tender and pure
On the ground in sad array
Its valiant seeds endure
The echo of a softer song
Drifts to me on the breeze
But we are no longer young
How trite are memories

After winter comes the spring
The season of new life
Into its zephyr we will fling
The darkened veil of strife
A brand new bud now sleeps below
The cold and morbid grain
Waiting to bloom, beneath the snow
When springtime comes again

Janet~

Art Display.....open to public

If God should spread across the sky
For all man to behold
Each moment of our year gone by
In pictures bright and bold
And if we stood to gaze upon
This cosmic gallery
To witness all the things we’ve done
I wonder what we’d see…….

Janet~

And So It Goes....

Without a sound or parting glance
It slips beyond our grasp
No farewell kiss or long slow dance
No lingering handclasp
No ‘see you on another day’
No whispered sentiment
Quietly it slips away
Its final heartbeat spent

And all that we are left to hold
Within our feeble grip
Are countless memories untold
Before they too shall slip
An echo from the distant hill
A sigh upon the breeze
A murmur when the night is still
Of moments such as these

A picture printed in our mind
Or stored within our heart
Mere moments painting grand designs
And priceless works of art
God, teach us how to treasure, then
Each moment that we hold
And love life without measuring
For soon we shall be old

A little folding of the hands
A little bit of love
Before we leave these troubled sands
For higher courts above
A little smile upon the lip
A little bitty tear
And so it goes, as moments slip
Into another year……..

Janet~

Those 'not-so-perfect' Days......

Some day perhaps
she will look back
upon this day that was....
Someday perhaps
it will not hurt
and she will smile because
some how the grief
has passed away
and all that she will see
are tiny little paintings of
a tender memory

Janet~