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They say a woman’s brain is like spaghetti
My only reghretti
Is I forghetti
which strand of spaghetti
I was following
Yetherday I think I thunk
But Thurthday’s thinking
Thlipped…kerplunk
I think I need a new thunk
…no, I’m not drunk
I don’t thunk tho anyhow…
Think-you very much
Janet
Friday, January 20, 2012
Answered Prayers
Lord, when you answer in ‘yes’ or ‘no’
I resign and contemplate
But oh, it tests my patience so
When it seems that Your answer is ‘wait’
Janet~
Victoria was elated this morning as she saw more snow...
"Finally", she exclaimed, "winter is here for real, not just in little clumps!"
I didn't have the heart to tell her that there is rain in the forecast for the week-end;))
Drops
To a Loved One...
You are never far away
though miles separate
and life seems designed
to keep us apart
you are always near me
for I hold you close
in my thoughts
and my heart~
Janet
The 'Love Test'
Lust is stirred by the visual
Love is stirred by the Invisible
Lust is limited
Love is eternal
Lust is selfish
Love is selfless
Lust is a fool’s gold
Love is wisdom's pearl
Lust craves
Love satisfies
Lust demands
Love is patient and kind
Lust takes
Love gives
Lust thrills
Love fulfills
Lust is restless
Love is peace
Lust is always seeking
Love waits
Lust is imprisonment
Love is freedom
Lust dies
Love lives
Lust is vanity’s deception
Love is pure and true
Lust preys on weakness
Love is unfathomable strength
Lust doubts
Love trusts
Lust is a roaring lion
Love is a steadfast hope
Lust flaunts the obvious
Love is a beautiful mystery
Lust is base
Love is divine
Lust flatters
Love praises
Lust wears many masks
Love, none; Truth needs no disguise
Lust is a jealous god
Love is God
Janet~
This New Day
Feet touch down on pristine crest
Of unmarred Time
Aspirations of hope persuade
My will to climb
Beyond the benediction
Of failure laid to rest
I close my eyes and whisper, Lord
Help me to do my best
Upon its flawless tarmac
I brush soft threads of prayer
And shed the cloak of longing, wrought
By echoes of despair
The unknown lies before me
The known is left behind
I exist somewhere betwixt
In moments un-designed
The purple-gilded sky-line
Declares that night has fled
As duty’s iridescent rod
Beckons me from my bed
I cradle for a moment
Dear loved ones in a prayer
Feet touch upon life’s pristine crest
As hope breathes on the air
Janet
What then shall we say to these things?
If God is for us, who is against us? Romans 8:31
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Seasons
Snow covers the earth
In argent sheaf
Time covers the heart
And heals its grief
Earth cannot rebel
Against Time’s season
We cannot fore-tell
Life’s rhyme or reason
Soon bitter cold
Must relinquish its grip
Soon we are old
As moments slip
Snow covers the earth
Beneath its sod
Springtime waits
For the whisper of God
We pass the way
Of life, but once
Only what’s done
For others, counts
We cannot re-arrange
One jot of the past
But live each day
As if it were our last
Janet~
I Remember
The night dips low in a forlorn tune
Her robe is heavy, blurring the moon
With silver breath, yet no limb stirs
Inaudible song; unscripted word
As I remember…
The darkened hue of her moody eye
Deepens the blue of the night moving by
Gone is the frolicking laughter of May
Cold and silent, it slips away
And I remember…
The air is keen with memory's sigh
Pushing the snow-laden dark awry
The hush of midnight sprawls on the air
A hymn of longing, love and despair
While I remember…
... the cooling of lips as you walked away
the aching of words that we could not say
the bleeding of anguish against the sky
the echo of years in one word...good-by
Yes, I remember
Janet~
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