Something about The Quiet

Something about the quiet

As tomorrow becomes today

Aches in the touch

Of thought and such

As moments slip away

…and in its ephemeral being

The warmth of you lingers near

As somewhere in my mind

Joy and sorrow align

In nothing but the hint of a tear

Something about the quiet

Of dark pouring to emptiness

Stirs in my thought

Things better forgot

But taunt now in sudden caress

…as today slips into history

And present disappears round its bend

I feel the embrace

Of a tear I can’t trace

The quiet tonight is my friend

© Janet Martin

Something about that Box...

Something about that box

Of mortar and wood

…of lights beckoning

Warm

Makes me feel understood

And welcome

And though I quite delight

In the still of this night

And being wrapped in blue

I am drawn

To that box

Of mortar and wood

Because inside that box

Life is good

So as I come

And gaze for a moment

At its humble form

I thank the One

Who gives us glimpses

Of heaven

In boxes of mortar and wood

Called…

… Home

© Janet Martin

Poetics aside Prompt: Something...

Something...edited re-post

Something tells me not everything
Is quite as it appears
Something in me is whispering
From outer atmosphere
And I can feel something stirring the air
Intangible mystery
Something is always waiting somewhere
I wonder what it could be

Something is urging me to arise
As daylight creeps over the brink
Something brushes the star-dusted skies
With whispers of coral and pink
Something quivers deep in my soul
Surging as waves on the sea
Something over which I have no control
I wonder what it could be

Something inspires me to get up
and welcome another day
Something replenishes my empty cup
While night hours meter away
Something draws me from yesterday’s pain
To welcome this measure of sod
Something beckons me to do it again
Something…or Someone…maybe God?

© Janet Martin

Something Good from the Something not so Good...

Don’t count your mistakes…

…count your life-lessons

Don’t count your failures…

…count your stepping-stones

Don’t count your regrets…

…count your moments of grace

Don’t count your misgivings…

…count your opportunities to forgive

…and don’t count them as nothing…

…count them as jewels

In a crown of wisdom

© Janet Martin

Poetics Aside prompt: Something...

Something...because of Faith

When we fold our hands

Close our eyes

Whispering thought to the still of the air

It would be nothing

But for faith

And faith turns our whispers into prayer…

© Janet Martin

Something about Gardening

There’s something about

Fresh garden-dirt between my toes

That stirs images of lush

Pristine and perfect rows

There’s something about

Fresh garden dirt between my toes

That washes the mind

Of former gardening woes

There’s something about

Fresh garden-dirt between my hands

That makes me feel

Like a dreamer of youth again

© Janet Martin

Poetics Aside Prompt: Something...

Something about the Silence

 Poetics Aside Prompt: Something...

Something about the silence

After you said goodbye

Expanded my perception

Of days gone by

And of appreciation

Something about waiting

For your return

Gives me the impression

I have a lot to learn

Of patience

Something about the emptiness

Where you used to be

Gives me a vague glimpse

Of eternity

And love

J~

Something about His Hands...

Poetics Aside Prompt: something-blank( you fill it in)

There’s something about the way

He tugs the sun to the day

Dissolving the barrier twixt twilight and dawn

And how each blade of grass

Gleams like frosted glass

A sea of diamonds on the front-yard lawn

And how the breath of God

As it warms the bud

Clothes the stark and barren lands

With vesture so fine

Beyond human mind

This makes me believe, we are in good hands

There’s something about seeds

The hope for man’s needs

Knowing when to stir while asleep in the earth

I marvel in thought

At how nature is taught

And yet, within man He placed greater worth

If we would obey

As easily as they

Life would be spared of many an ill

But He imbued in mankind

Something called a mind

And with it the blessed curse of free will

There’s something about spring

It makes the heart sing

As hope and renewal swell in emerald waves

There’s something about dawn

That urges us on

In spite of the dreams we relinquish to graves

There’s something about the way

Night is swallowed by day

Over and over and over again

That speaks of God’s love

And His mercy for us

And the assurance that we are in good Hands

© Janet Martin

Time Marches On...

Time Marches On  
(I thought about this song while I was running:) it makes me feel OLD! If you click the center wheel on the mouse on the link it will open to the song...it suits the slide-show somehow, impressing on the heart, the passage of time...Live laugh, love, pray! That is my motto every day!

We wrote about seasons today on the Poetics Aside prompt....obviously that draws the mind to the swift passage of time...as I was out tonight it felt like last spring was only an arm's length behind me, not a year's length! I'm sharing the photos I took on my evening trek:)

How swift the little seasons pass
A sigh upon earth's plot of grass
How soon the daffodil will lie
Against the mulch of days done by
Back to the earth where life began
And every fickle day of man

How swift our little toil is done
A transient moment in the sun
How futile life would be; how vain
If it were merely mortal gain
Without a soul hope would be grass
Beneath a sky where seasons pass

Janet Martin~

And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground,
and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life;
and man became a living soul.Gen.2:7

Strength of Endearment

Oceans of yearning

Can swallow the sky

Its lone hint of existence

A tear in the eye

Heartache can dwarf

Eternity

Yet is quietly shouldered

In humility

The strength of endearment

Is in love’s release

It is in relinquishment

That we can find peace

Butterfly moments

Flickers of gold

We ought not to squander

What we cannot hold

© Janet Martin

Watching the Sky Go By...

They swell; vast, billowed vessels

In twenty shades of gray

Suspended, low and lumbering

Adrift on heaven’s bay

Above them azure nothingness

Extends to heaven’s door

I watch from earthen thresholds,

Just a speck upon its floor

The sassy breezes tumble, stumble

Laugh and sob and weep

Confused as I beneath a sky

Of dizzy, drifting deep

© Janet Martin