Friday, August 19, 2011
The Wise Seek God...
One person dies in full vigor,
completely secure and at ease,
24 well nourished in body,[b]
bones rich with marrow.
25 Another dies in bitterness of soul,
never having enjoyed anything good.
26 Side by side they lie in the dust… Job 20.:23-26
The Wise Seek God…
Across the field the grasses blow
At mercy of the One
Who doth, as He sees fit bestow
The raindrop or the sun
And soon the feet that dance across
Life’s wee allotted hour
Like silent in the grave beneath
The windswept grass and flower
While some give some and some give all
And some not one mere thought
The body sleeps within the soil…
…the soul moves on to God
Man cannot see the heart of God
Or understand His plan
Though wicked prosper, righteous die
A death in Him, is gain
Side by side our bodies lie
Returned into the dust
We all live once and once we die…
The wise seek God and trust
Janet~
Sigh...
Was it a cloud?
Or wave-ribbed sands reflected in the sky
Was it love?
Or merely longing caught up in your sigh
Was it me?
That caused the little half-grin in your glance
Was it to be?
The day we met…or just coincidence…
Was it the stars?
Or hint of tear-drops glimmering in your eye?
Was it love?
Or merely longing as you said good-bye
J~
Senses
I cradle within my senses
The things I cannot hold
The two-toned murmur of your sigh
Your gaze, timid and bold
When the darkness closes in
I cradle in my arms
The candor of your reckless grin
The pleasure of your charms
Silence would bear a hollow roar
The night would be so cold
And moments would be nothing more
Than emptiness to hold
…if I, within my senses
Had nothing to embrace
I lower my defenses
And softly kiss your face…
J~
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Perfect Artistry
The edge of the moon is smudged tonight
A sleepy half-closed eye
The song of crickets rise and fall
In a perpetual lullaby
The wheat field, gold in noon-day sun
Has donned a muted shawl
The silhouette of elm and pine
Against night’s deepness sprawl
Starlight in a dazzling sea
Falls from a heavenly hand
The lambent wind sighs through the trees
...croons o’er the whitewashed land
The lazy river lies subdued
Beneath the silver moon
As earth is drenched in solitude
And midnight’s lonesome tune
Oh God, Your perfect artistry
To none we can compare
And then, to think that You love me…
…Oh God, accept my prayer…
Janet~
Hints of Departure...
Some day I will leave you
But not yet
Maybe it’s a shade of blue
Or something that you said
That keeps me coming back to you
When I should leave instead…
Some day you will leave me
But oh, not today
Like a wave upon a sea
You will fade away
There are still too many things
That I should like to say
I should have called you summer
You come to leave
Ecstasy with a haunting ache
Tearing inside of me
Momentary sparkle
Of sunlight on the sea
Some day we will part
But not yet
It seems you took my heart
The day we met
And without you I fear
I would be dead…
Wrap me closer to you
In your fateful shroud
I see the Autumn creeping
Upon the purple cloud
But I hear your heart beating
In love out loud...
J~
My Favorite Summer Porch (re-post)
It rests ‘neath the cry of the hovering gull
It cradles the sigh of the noon-day lull
It stretches for miles as a welcome retreat
A planet of smiles and sandy feet
And the waves roll across its tempered floor
For the porch I love most is the summer sea-shore
There is no blue-bell climbing at my side
But there is the swell of the ceaseless tide
And there are no steps of wood or cement
But sand is kinder and where I am content
The wind sweeps across this endless floor
Oh, the porch I love most is a summer sea-shore
No telephone ringing, simply a breeze
And the rhythmic singing of the turquoise seas
No duty waiting, no chores to be done
But simply the beckoning of sand, sea and sun
Of all the grand porches this earth may boast
The porch on the sea-shore is the one I love most
Janet~
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
If I Had Known...#7
If I Had Known...#6
If I had known
How much
The *('etc's' really do matter)
I would have taken note of them
and I would have cared...
If I had known
How soon
Little birds fly from the nest
I would have relaxed and added
To the moments we shared
If I had known
How the word 'mother'
Would change me
...and fulfill me
and over-whelm me
and complete me
I would have run... scared
We become 'mother'
completely unprepared...
If I had known all the answers
I wouldn't need to learn
Through my mistakes
I would be spared
Countless heart-ache
If I had known...
Him
Really, truly known
How much He cares
I would have trusted completely
In all my prayers...
Janet~
*that is not my line....
It is taken from another poem:)
by another author...anonymous~
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