Once...

Because it is not in the measure

Of desire or despair

Or accumulation of

Fortune or faults

By which we are judged

When this clock halts…

And because I will never be able to reach

The point where I can

Justifiably throw stones

To hinder or hurt

Or forget that I too am

But a beggar clothed in dirt…

Or just because I cannot touch you

Does not mean that

I am unable to love you

Or meet you where

We can feel each other

In the arms of prayer…

Because this clock of life

Is wound but once

Never returning to yesterday

Or leaping to tomorrow

There is no need then

Either of its cares to borrow….

Because God will never

Discard me as hopeless

Or unworthy of His care

And because I need only to trust

From moment to moment

I can do what I must...

Because I cannot afford to squander

This gift wrapped in Time

I will choose only to love

You; for I have but a single chance

The clock of life

Is wound but once…

Janet~

http://carryontuesdayprompt.blogspot.com/2011/12/for-our-inspiration-this-week-ive-taken.html

Thoughts on Thoughts

You align your presence
to the curve of my thought
The force of an ocean
in a heartbeat, caught
somewhere between
my lips and my sigh
like a ship being swallowed
by the sea and the sky

***
Behind our eyes
Intricately designed
Is an infinite cell
Simply called a mind
And from it will flow
All manner of thought
Our action will show
What words do not

***

In every action
In every deed
Whether minute or mighty
Thought is its seed

***

Do we serve thought?
Or are we its master?
Thought is the forerunner
To success or disaster

***

I thought I knew a little
But with each passing year
The little bit I thought I knew
Has seemed to disappear

***

My thoughts are always more beautiful
With you in them

***

What is the measure
Of one little thought?
Coupled with action
I believe…quite a lot!

***

Who can know the power
Of the mind at all
By it man becomes great
And by it great men fall

***

The power of a man
Cannot be defined
By physical attributes
But the strength of the mind

***

Physical strength, no matter how fine
Is oft overcome by weakness of mind...

***

What are you thinking about today?

My thought had been to post one poem on thought but as I thought about thought more thoughts appeared;))

Janet

Someday Upon the Open Sky

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=76RrdwElnTU&list=FLsqea52gOM17vOYBlwPVKvA&index=7&feature=plpp_video
(click on the wheel on your mouse to open the link to a wonderful song)


Someday upon the open sky
The sun and stars shall dim
As all God’s heavenly angels cry
Behold, behold your King
And from four corners of the earth
Each trembling knee will bend
To see the Child of lowly birth
On Heaven’s throne descend

Dare we to scoff and jeer and scorn
The One laid in a manger
For unto us a Child was born
That day to be our Savior
Someday upon the vaulted cloud
We will look up to see
That this is Jesus Christ the Lord
Love’s sacred Deity

Then the whole earth will turn to weep
At His pure holiness
But this true Shepherd knows His sheep
And they, the Shepherd’s voice
And those who long have waited for
The coming of their King
Will rise to meet their Shepherd Lord
And join the angels hymn

Janet Martin

I'm listening to the Christmas songs while doing housework.
Powerful messages in each one, words of hope and peace and joy and love.
Hallelujah!

Thank-you

Dear God,
I just want to thank you
For you have blessed me
With love I don't deserve
But in tender compassion
You pour it out
Keeping nothing in reserve...

Janet

The little boy I baby-sit saw this photo.
He said 'it looks like fire in the sky'.
Yes, it does,

Jes' Thinkin' (Edited Re-post)

There’s somethin’ ‘bout this time o’ year
It brings us thoughts of loved ones dear
An’ we start wishin’ they was near
As it tugs at our ol’ heart-strings
We hear their laughter echoin’
Their voices on the evenin’
Of good ol’ days rememberin’
An’ it tugs at our ol’ heart-strings

I’m not one to sit down an’ cry
But sometimes I git me some dirt in my eye
An’ when you aint lookin’ I quick wipe ‘em dry
As you tug on my ol’ heart-strings
There’s just somethin’ ‘bout this time o’ year
It gets me to wishin’ you was here
Instead of just in my thoughts I hold near
As you tug on my ol’ heart-strings

So iffen yore circle aint broken yet
I’m a-tellin’ ya’ now so ya’ don’t forget
Tell ‘em ya’ love ‘em an’ tell ‘em again
Til it tugs on yer ol’ heart-strings
‘Cause afore ya’ know it they’re gone from your door
An’ they’re not around to tell ‘em no more
An’ your gonna miss ‘em, yep, that’s for shore
As they tug on yer ol’ heart-strings

Janet~

A Lesson in Love

If love has taught me
Anything at all
It is patience.

I do not know
If all things come
To those who wait…

Perhaps, we merely
Exchange what we are
Waiting for

In hope’s that it will
Arrive before
It is too late.

Janet~

Poets Are We

A shy sort of lot
Bashful, but not weak
As we unfold thought
Too honest to speak
For it seems unbidden
Our hearts are stirred
By what is hidden
Within a word
As images leap
From innocent script
And life’s passion bleeds
From our fingertips

Are you lonely tonight
And dreaming of home?
Let love hold you tight
In the arms of a poem
Poets never sleep
We are hopelessly smitten
With an insatiable need
To write the unwritten
My dear, do not fret
Over what yesterday stole
To live in regret
Is blight to the soul

The poet is a weaver
Of cast-away string
A quiet believer
Of paper and ink
A poet is a lover
And you are my love
Around me you hover
Beneath and above
Within me you bask
Torment and beguile
I tip my flask
To your lips, and I smile

Janet~

While You Were Gone...

http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/poetry-prompts/wednesday-poetry-prompts-156


While you were gone the ivy grew
To deck the garden wall
Where once I used to sit with you
And watch the shadows fall
And we would dream and we would sigh
And wish for things to come
But then you left without good-by
And now that girl is gone

While you were gone the laughing brook
Bled dry and flows with reeds
The old dirt path that once we took
Is overgrown with weeds
But I still see that secret place
Behind the old oak tree
Where first your soft lips brushed my face
And stirred the want in me

While you were gone my hope grew dim
And drifted to the sky
I learned that love is not a whim
And some tears never dry
While you were gone the years somehow
Wore out the garden gate
I see a woman standing now
Where once a girl would wait

Janet~