Saturday, January 22, 2011
Alive......
How much of God we tend to miss
If we are immune to heaven’s kiss
Blind to the shadow of His hand
Moving across sky, sea and land
Have you seen it?
His hand behind the pale ring of the new moon
Have you heard it?
Beneath a frozen brook, hope’s muffled tune
Have you felt it?
Wonder stirring as you gaze upon a fragile rose
Have you tasted it?
The keen wind weeping salty tears as it dips and flows
Have you wept it?
As you see the naked corpse of summer silently lie
Have you walked it?
The road of tear-worn memories ‘neath a painted sky
Have you been mesmerized by a Presence in the thread of dawn?
Have you been taken by the whisper of a small cloud, far-blown?
Have you paused mid-step, completely spell-bound
By a miracle sprouting from the sun-parched ground
Have you been comforted by the tender murmur
Of rain softly falling in a midnight summer
Do we move like mummies wrapped up in life’s shroud?
Oblivious to love screaming from the silent cloud
Oh, how much of Him we tend to miss
If we are numb to heaven’s kiss
Janet~
Friday, January 21, 2011
Second-hand Lions......
Get-away......
Take me away from the noise of the highway
Away from the well-beaten track
Allow me to wander the courses of nature
With only the wind at my back
Here in the temple of pine tree and hemlock
Time suddenly stands still
Here let me listen…..to nothing but silence
Drifting over the hill
Take me away from the starkness of duty
Bathed in earth’s comfort and calm
For there’s nothing as sacred as God-given beauty
Played out in nature’s palm
Janet~
Lady in Blue.....
The hem of her cloak
Drapes softly across the earth
In rich blue folds
The gleam of her brooch
Draws every eye
To the brilliant jewel of gold
She is most assuredly
The queen of the ball tonight
Spectators of her beauty are we
Speechless, with awe and wonder
We marvel at the sight
As she ravishes us with humility
Janet~
Observations of the Day......
I do not care
For speaking in riddles
We have two choices
Take it or leave it
Poetry, most often seems to be
A sequence of classic confusion
If laughter had a color
It would be lilac and silver
Dreamers and lovers
Are often disappointed
Silence speaks more profoundly
Than a myriad of loose chatter
We gather things
Only to watch them slip away
God’s word is……
An immortal faithful compass
Janet~
For speaking in riddles
We have two choices
Take it or leave it
Poetry, most often seems to be
A sequence of classic confusion
If laughter had a color
It would be lilac and silver
Dreamers and lovers
Are often disappointed
Silence speaks more profoundly
Than a myriad of loose chatter
We gather things
Only to watch them slip away
God’s word is……
An immortal faithful compass
Janet~
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Gray.....
...and now the painting is complete
She puts down the brush
and contemplates the colors of the day
in the quiet midnight hush
Maybe tomorrow there will be
A few less shades of gray
Janet~
I looked up to see how far it was to the top
of the hill
I could barely discern the line between snow and sky
I looked around me
nothing but countless shades of gray!
Clarity......
For all the things that life may send
That we can never understand
There are some things so dear and good
That cannot be misunderstood
Warm arms,
I love you, Mom
Supper was great
It's good to be home
Will you read to me?
Can I hug you good-night?
Thank-you for everything
It's gonna be alright
You look nice
In that shade of blue
Thank-you, darling
I love you too
Janet~
Realizations.....
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