Synopsis

The tempest sweeps the whitewashed sand
The dawning sweeps the sea
The springtime sweeps a dormant land
With emerald chivalry
You sweep me off my feet, darling
When you look at me

The rose will bloom one season, dear
And youth few seasons more
Time is nothing more than years
That washes earth’s small shore
We face each day with faith or fear
As we stand at its door

The tempest rises but to fall
The sun shines but to set
Too soon the fields of greener shawl
Are planted with the dead
We too must heed a Higher Call
And bow the stubborn head

We are but legends in our mind
The only strands of worth
Are not in things we leave behind
To clutter God’s green earth
Things pass as surely as the wind
Or fleeting hour of mirth

The tempest rises but to rest
Within the quiet deep
The sunlight gathers in the west
Time’s shadows quickly creep
Eternity waits in each breath
The soul will never sleep


Janet~

~But by the grace of God go I...

Self-discipline

I must space each little sigh
Lest it becomes a drawn-out cry
The hinting of perpetual tears
Weeping far across the years

I must quell the sudden urge
Restrain the unabashed surge
To drown within a silent thought
Bleeding from the wound it wrought

I must resist the solitude
Of darkened oceans, vast, subdued
And I must space each little sigh
In unspoken soliloquy

J~

Tread Softly on this Summer Day

Tread softly on this summer day
Yet boldly seize the hour
Before it slips its while away
Beneath the bended flower

The breezes fuse the morning light
Birds join with ardent trilling
Whilst shadows creep into the night
And dawn its dream is spilling

The melody of want and will
Within my heartbeat wakens
The tangent shrines of living fill
The moments still un-taken

The Hand that draws this summer morn
And stirs the slumbering dust
Knows the hour we are born
And in what gods we trust

Within my empty out-stretched palm
I sense the tug of duty
Though it may seem a cheerless crown
I see its humble beauty

Tread softly on this summer day
For soon its verdant hour
Will weep its minions in decay
Beneath Time’s bended flower

Janet~

No Such Thing

There's no such thing as too much love
Too many kisses, hugs or prayers
and it is impossible to have
One too many teddy-bears

Janet


Mom; Victoria, we NEED to get rid of some teddy-bears!
There are just too many!
Victoria: Mom, there's no such thing as too many teddy bears.


(Tonight she was complaining that it's too hot to sleep.
When I came up too see if this was true
I found her....covered in teddy bears:)

July Quiet

The sliver of a moon dangles from the sky
The quiver of dusk deepens in its eye
The soft caress of a sultry breeze
Teases the dress of the willow trees

The edge of the world falls into the palm
Of darkness unfurled in a moody calm
Gallant the dreams of noon-day’s lust
Sleeping in streams of dew and dust

Weary the wind lying mellow and still
But never the mind; roaming at free will
It is not released from its deepest muse
Quietly thought claims its just dues

The night can never be truly dark
It cannot relinquish its final spark
Flickers of wondering in charcoal and blue
Whispers of loving and longing and you

A silent tempest sweeps the low mist
Desire and day-dreams glow, half-kissed
The sliver of a moon dangles from the sky
It is a quiet night in July…



J~

Miles From Me

You’re miles from me
But I can feel you
Hear your whisper in the air
You’re miles from me
But I can touch you
Hold you to me in a prayer

You’re miles from me
But tonight
Somehow you feel much nearer
You’re miles from me
But in the twilight
Thoughts of you are dearer

You’re miles from me
How can it be
That I can sense you near me?
You’re miles from me
But suddenly
I know that God can hear me

J~

Embrace

Sometimes when I think about
The road that lies ahead
I look at you, my little one
And I am filled with dread
But just when I’m about to weep
And crumble in despair
I remember who will keep
You in his loving care

There is nothing I can do
To shield you from life’s rain
We all have valleys to walk through
A little joy and pain
I wish that I could tell you
There is nothing you need fear
But all that I can say for sure
Is ‘God is always near’

The highs and lows that shape our lives
Are molded by His love
In all the choices living gives
Not one will let us move
Beyond His pure compassion
His mercy or His grace
And everyone who trusts in Him
May lean on His embrace

Janet~

The End...

We stood there and watched you drive away
Beneath April's branches, weeping and gray
In the silence that followed all we could do was look
To the spot where we heard it; the closing of a book

Janet~

Jane,
I never told you about those moments
As we watched you disappear
Each of us quiet; lost in our own version
Of thoughts, prayers, memories and tears

p.s.
Jane, if you click on the picture you'll see it better.
Doesn't Victoria's little wave say it all?

The Treasure of You

On some days the missing of you
Quivers in shadows against the blue air
A toss-up between a smile and a sigh
Caught up in whispers I form in a prayer

On some days the missing of you
Is like a punch in the stomach, stealing my breath
Yet there is nothing that I can do
But let my thoughts wander the premise of the earth

On some days I collect love’s little pieces
And cling to them desperately
Convinced that if I release them
You would slip too far from me

But Time is a subtle surgeon and unwillingly
Though I fight back with memories and tears
I see it carving pieces of you from me
With the passage of days and months and years

On some days when the missing of you
Rolls over me like a wave on the sea
I let it all go in a deluge of tears
And savor the treasure life gave you and me

Janet

Yes Jane,
It is now months, but it feels like years!
Love and prayers:)