The Perfect Poet

His poems are not constrained by words

They shout from sky and land and sea

For who on earth has ever heard

A purer form of poetry?


The poet of this humble sod

Could not one stroke of beauty pen

But for the poetry of God

Written on the hearts of men


Janet Martin~

You Are Not Alone

When midnight is lonesome and heavy and deep

When need in your bosom is stronger than sleep

When longing is clenching the hope from your soul

And life is a journey without a clear goal

You are not alone

When empty arms yearn for someone to embrace

When love’s loss has stolen the thrill from life’s race

When cold lonely hours bleed away, undefined

And night’s endless hollow expands in your mind

You are not alone

When tears of desire and helpless despair

Weep in every heart-beat and breathe on the air

When only the darkness responds to your plea

And nothing but silence keeps you company

You are not alone

Someone is waiting to be a true Friend

Arms full of mercy and grace without end

God so loved the world that He sent His dear Son

He is a true, faithful Friend to each one

You are not alone

What can we do His fellowship to receive?

All we can do is simply believe

His grace sufficient is love’s offering

Tender, omniscient are the words of a King

“You are not alone”

Janet

For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten son

That whosoever believes on Him

Will not perish but have everlasting life. John 3:16

I will never leave you nor forsake you. Heb. 13:5

Love's Parting

There is parting, in love
But never good-bye
Though its force like an ocean
May flow from our eye
Sweet, ever sweeter
Its memories gleam
Caught in the current
Of Time’s hastening stream

There is pain in love’s parting
And an ache in its thought
But love overcomes
What desire cannot
Though oft, for a moment
A tear dims the eye
At the thought of love’s parting
…but never good-bye

J~

Moments are like bubbles..
we cannot catch them, but simply marvel at their
delicate beauty as they pass.

Revelation

Beneath the sea
Behind your eyes
Under the snow
The 'hidden' lies
Beyond the hill
Around the bend
Above the sky
At rainbows end
In your pocket
In your pen
In your mind
Hidden, but then
In just one tremble
Of your lips
A universe
Of 'hidden' slips

Janet~

Tango

Paramount passion
Legion of sorrow
Tonight we dance
and weep tomorrow

Never once
did it enter our minds
that both are intricately
Intertwined

Janet

Touching the Bottom of the Sea

She clung to his words
like a drowning man
but he let go
and she couldn't

Swim.

Janet

Blessing...or Curse?

http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2012/01/thursday-think-tank-80-choices.html

Choice…the blessed curse

Wake or sleep?

Coffee or tea?

Toast, eggs or cereal

Or all three?

Milk whole, skim, low-fat, no-fat

Hair-style, straight or curl?

Or an up-do in a clip?

Mother-ish or girl?

Flats or heels?

Skirt or jeans?

Black or denim?

Dirty or clean?

Wing it alone?

Or, pause to pray?

Say, Good job, son

Or have nothing to say?

Consume longing?

Or be content?

Seek or observe?

Music or silence?

Hope or despair?

Foolish or wise?

Laughter or self-pity?

Truth or lies?

Peace and deliverance

Or anger and strife?

It’s up to you, my friend

But we get only

One life

Janet

We become the choices we make!

Life is a sequence of choices.

Choice is free, but consequence is inevitable.

Choose, this day who you will serve...Joshua 24:15

The Clear Winner...

http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2012/01/thursday-think-tank-80-choices.html

Prompt: choices

H-m-m-m

To write or not to write

An addiction is never

Really a fight

Unless we desire to over-come

I’m addicted to the love of word

So writing wins

Every time

Janet