From My Window....

The air is still and yet intense
From my wee sill night seems immense
Grave, the blue and purple sigh
Emanating from the sky
Yet, He who walked upon the sea
Holds in His palm...….eternity
I look up, up and feel so small
Amazed that He sees me at all……….

Janet~

Victoria and I discovered that we share the same
‘favorite verse’……

How great is the love the Father has lavished on us
that we should be called children of God. 1 John 3:1

Wishes.........

I do not ask for understanding……
Only patience
I do not ask for knowledge…..
Only wisdom
I do not ask for healing……
Only strength
I do not ask for answers…..
Only trust
I do not ask for trophies……
Only vision
I do not ask for beauty……
Only Heaven
I do not ask for riches…..
Only enough
I do not ask for power…..
Only love

Janet~

The Unlovely..........

Mankind may love earth’s beauty
The oak, the river flowing
The towering peak, the wooded hill
The mellow breezes blowing
The fragile bud on hearths of spring
The passion of the thunder
Each single ecstasy may bring
A sigh of awe and wonder……….

Mankind may love the hand it clasps
The comfort of the moment
As he sees lights of home at last
His haven from life’s torment
Within the arms of love’s embrace
There is no realm of wanting
Gazing at each child’s wee face
Earnest, fearless, trusting

The crimson glow of twilight’s snow
The murmur of the ocean
The sacred calm after a storm
Arouses pure devotion
To love life’s gifts of excellence
Seems to come naturally
But only God can help us love
Life’s truly unlovely……….

Janet~

Hierarchy......

In dulcet tones the soft wind moans
Through dark and pine-brushed awning
The deep blue eye of yonder sky
A-thousand memories spawning
From somber lips a whisper slips
Into the midnight bower
It sirs in me a melody
Of one fair, faded hour

The sanguine lay of summer’s day
Grows faint, but not forever
The gilded kiss of August bliss
Lies just beyond the river
It seems to me that I can see
The shimmer of its splendor
In dulcet tones the soft wind moans
A love song, warm and tender

It drifts to me from distant sea
A sonnet with no pardon
Falling upon the argent lawn
And memory-gilded garden
With silvered wings its cadence rings
Across this tranquil hour
As I resign this will of mine
To its hierarchal power

Its strains portend imminent end
To winter’s frigid sorrow
The bright bloom lies in cold disguise
Beyond some near tomorrow
In dulcet tones the soft wind moans
And wraps its arms around me
A melody of reverie
I let its pain surround me

Janet~

Safe Harbor

There are moments and memories I’ll share with you
Many words I will share as well
There are miles I would gladly retrace with you
And even some secrets I’d tell….
But then there are words that are sacred and rare
Music of memories I’ll never share
Oh, you may know me and know me quite well
But there are some memories I never will tell

There are some memories I’ll keep to myself
To share them would tarnish them sadly
I keep them hidden in my soul on a shelf
And there I will harbor them gladly
Though many the moments I’ll happily share
Never will I my entire soul bare
For here and there is a memory
Intended wholly and solely for me

Janet~

If I Could Meet Me......

If I saw myself cross the street today
On my way to where I was going
Would I watch me go and hear myself say
‘Now there’s someone I wouldn’t mind knowing’
Or would I be in a hurry with no time to pause
To wave or catch my eye
Too busy with me and my life because
It’s just me, myself and I

If I saw myself cross the street today
Would I wish to get to know her?
Or would I hear my other self say
‘We’re better off without her’…….
If I could meet me unexpectedly
Which one of me would be showing?
….oh I can walk away from everyone in the world
But one; would I be worth knowing?

Janet~

Drawing.....

First she helps them hold the pencil
And together they begin
Drawing
Drawing a picture, a portrait of them……

Little hand, now fully capable of grasping the pencil
Continues to sketch; she watches them
Drawing,
Every so often guiding the precious hand….

In the pictures she sees pieces of her
in pieces of them
Yet they complete her; they are her children
And she is mother…
Drawing from them......
....and they, from her

Carefully watching and guiding the pen
Portrait of a mother and her children……
Drawing......
Pictures in the wind....

....first He helps her hold the pencil,
they begin drawing,
He watches her,
Every so often guiding her precious hand....
In the picture little pieces of Him
begin to show in her....
Yes, He completes her.....
He is the Father,
She a child.

Janet~

I Didn't Know......

I didn’t know when I was a little girl
Yellow-haired and big blue-eyed
And I would sit and stare at the world
Wonderful and wide
Wishing I would grow a little quicker
I didn’t know then that youth is a flicker,
A flash
And then it is gone
A splash
In the river, surging on
I thought time was a freight train steady and slow
An all day rain with no where to go
When I was a girl........
Oh, I didn’t know….

And I didn’t know when I was young
That childhood is a song too quickly sung
Or that love is not just a fuzzy birthday card
But that love can hurt and love can be hard...........
And dreams are a luxury afforded by youth
Before we are troubled with life’s bolder truth
And I didn’t know as I gazed past today
How quickly tomorrow is yesterday
And the lips that sigh and the feet that dance
Would soon realize that youth is a glance
Swept away in Time’s vast, misty sea
And dreams are a day that used to be……….

And I didn’t know as I sat rocking you, my dear baby
How fast you would try to be a lady
And I want to tell you about a short sweet ride
As you gaze into the blue; dreaming about being a bride
But I would never snatch your dreams away
Because soon your tomorrow will be yesterday
And you’ll sing a song in the twilight’s glow
About being young and what 'I didn't know.......
When I was a girl, yellow-haired and blue-eyed
Staring out at a world so wonderful and wide………'

Janet~

Picture: my third birthday holding
my 'fuzzy' birthday card.....
( I know, it's hard to tell:)