Bidding May Adieu

On another day it will not be May
As all the apple-blossoms fling
Their gowns and tulips fade away
To deck the grass of yesterday
And spring

On another day it will not be May
And the clouds which snuff the moon
Keeping it dark tonight
Will be lazy and summer white
In June

On another day it will not be May
As we embrace this new-comer
And kiss her pretty face because
Midst fair-flowered applause
Comes summer

Janet~

I love June!

Earthly

On this earth we are not created for defeat
Though we may feel its breath upon our back
Or long to fall into the step of cowardly retreat
Because of faith or confidence we lack
God will keep our feet upon His track

On this earth the sting of disappoint must be borne
Our goals and victories oft re-aligned
We will be the victim of the scoffer’s cruel scorn
But we are held by Arms faithful and kind
And He will give us perfect peace of mind

On this earth its love and loss will cause our hearts to bleed
And we will never fully understand
The way of He who promises to fill our truest need
But all we need to do is hold His hand
And He will lead us to His Promised Land

Janet~

Perfect Poetry

There is a certain time of night
Somewhere twixt twelve and two
When the pastureland is white
Gleaming with moonlit dew
When starlight fans a velvet sky
And silence cloaks the earth
As even lissome zephyrs die
Quelling their noontide mirth
When the pond is smooth as glass
Without the faintest brush
Or ripple of a breeze to pass
And mar its flawless hush
There is a certain time of night
Somewhere twixt twelve and three
Where heaven waits to softly write
Its perfect poetry

Janet~

In Moments

There is nothing we can do
To bring the past back into view
But its eternity is cast
In moments before they are past

There is no moment deigned for waste
Each one slipping by in haste
One fleeting breath and it is gone
Building history; stone on stone

There is nothing we can do
To bring the past back into view
But with the moment in our hand
We may do the best we can

For in the future we may see
Reflections of our history
Because of what we did today
With moments as they slipped away

Janet~

True Measure

There is so much that we could say

With carefully structured word

But words alone are cold and gray

It is action that is heard

A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold

A wise and valuable treasure

But it is our action when all is told

That speaks of the heart’s truest measure

Janet~

The Best

What lies on the tip of your tongue

Beyond the words 'there is'

Seems we could add almost anything

To a phrase as taunting as this...

But the most powerful words added to this phrase

Were breathed in Holiness

'I am the Lord; there is no other God'

Is there any words better than this?

Janet Martin

"I am the LORD, and there is no other;

Besides Me there is no God.

I will gird you, though you have not known Me; Isa. 45:5

Shadows

There is something about you
That entices me
Perhaps a certain shade of blue
Or just your memory

There is something about you
That is bittersweet and bold
Yet there is nothing I can do
To turn the blue to gold

There is something ‘bout the past
That claims a part of me
And in its deepening shadow cast
I touch your memory

J~

Passion

There is a sweet and strange allure
Held on an empty page
A surface, unbridled and pure
An endless, open stage

Upon its shoulder bleeds the heart
In blood-drops made of ink
Preserved; a timeless work of art
To make us feel and think

There is nothing in this world
That moves me quite as much
As possibilities unfurled
When pen and paper touch

Janet~