She nudges the dark and it recedes
Like a spineless coward toward the shadows
Or does it melt, helpless and wanting beneath her touch?
She softens the horizon line
Etching the night with a pale, gauze ribbon
Pushing aside its heavy robe and kissing it with silver dew
Soundlessly, effortlessly she overtakes
The force of the deepened sky in wild exultation
For Lady Dawn waits for none; and the night can never resist her
J~
Time and Death wait for no man
Time is that thing we measure life by
In death there is no Time…
Simply eternity
Time multiplied infinitely
Cannot begin to fathom
Eternity...
Time gives you to me
And steals you away
Time is the hour
Of duty and play
But Death is waiting
At every man's door
Where there will be
No Time anymore...
Time is one tittle
And one Tiny jot
Time is one little
Intangible dot
A speck of blue
In infinite space
What would we do
Were it not for Grace?
Grace waits for everyone
But only 'til death
Our destiny sealed
In life's final breath
Death is not dark
In the light of God's love
Time is a spark
That death will snuff
Janet
Lips accustomed to spewing sarcasm and criticism
Do not turn butter-soft when kissed
Life splashes us with sudden unexpected beauties
Rosy autumn apples reflecting in the cheeks of a child
Heaven opened its window and released to the earth
Ten-thousand golden angels shaped like leaves
When you came home today with arms over-flowing with awards
I did not love you any less, or any more
Beauty really is in the eye of the beholder
As I behold you walking toward me beauty has outdone himself today
Cyber-space is crowded with the lonely looking for love
And she wonders why he will not come to bed
Do not darken my doorway if you are seeking perfection
But if you are simply looking for a cup of coffee or home, come on in
J~
The other morning we all stood amazed, not at one, but two crosses in the sunrise.
You can tell me quite easily
What I should have done
As you extol life's clarity
With visage of the sun
I know you mean it kindly
As a true and caring friend
But you have the great luxury
Of starting at the end
We never start with the intent
Of making a mistake
Or choose the road to tragedy
In choices that we make
It’s easy now to be so wise
And lend flawless advice
If I saw then what you see now
It sure would have been nice
Janet Martin
A story unfolded in our neighborhood a week ago…
When a kind lady involved in ‘helping’ what turned out to the perpetrators
was asked why she did it she replied, ‘you know the end now. When this began
I was in the beginning and simply thought I was helping someone. Truth be told, if the same thing happened again I would likely do the same thing…again.
I thought it was a great answer. How often we are apt to ‘judge’ after we see the whole story. The person involved is at the beginning…
No one saw it.
Death
Flickering in his eyes
Or the way his cheek twitched
Or how his breath caught
At the mention of a certain word
No one saw when his last thread of hope vanished
His crooked grin replaced by an empty stare
As he gathered strength from a bottle
As he carved his initials on the wall
No one heard the thump of his head
As goodbye trickled in a bloody gurgle
Onto the sidewalk and into the gutter
Janet~
Written in loving memory of Darryl
Beneath my disappointment
Discouragement, regret
Beneath a selfish mountain
Of thoughtless words I’ve said
Beneath a shrine of failure
Excuses weak; slipshod
I found a thing of splendor
I found the grace of God
Janet~
http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2011/11/thursday-think-tank-73-waning-days-of.html
