The Complexities of the Heart

The greatest complexity I know

Is the convenience of your eloquence

Pleasing, tormenting me so

You woo in whispers laced with death

Deception shapes such pleasantness

While disassembling bastions breath by breath 

Janet~ 

The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure. Who can understand it? Jer. 17:9

Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it. Prov. 4:23

The Complexities of Love

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For love we suffer to find its comfort

Its beauty runs deepest in rivers of blood

Love is a word best-spoken with action

We cannot love and yet deny God
 

© Janet Martin

No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, 

God lives in us and his love is made complete in us. 1 John 4:12

The Complexity of Word

 

April's PAD Challenge: Write a Complex poem.  Complex is a complex word that can refer to mental state, apartments, difficulty of a situation, and so many other complex situations.

Words are fickle, winsome things

With which to build our boasts of sand

Unless their guise is augmented

With upright action of the hand

The logic of the human heart

Is quick to defend and to blame

We ought to ponder carefully

These rudiments of hope and shame

How smooth these syllables ally

What credence fills their guild with voice

Yet, we do well to recognize

The silence thunders with our choice

© Janet Martin

Beyond the Sparkle of These Eyes...

Beyond the sparkle of these eyes

Beneath the dust-breathed veil of skin

Exists a soul that never dies

That God alone has woven in

Man cannot reach to purge from him

This mystery saved by Love’s grace

The soul is not a dust-formed limb

And only God beholds its face

Janet~

And do not fear those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul.

 Rather fear him who can destroy both soul and body in hell. 

Matt. 10:28

The Great Beyond

  

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April PAD Challenge:For today’s prompt, write a beyond poem. The poem could be beyond human comprehension. It could be from the great beyond. It could be from beyond–another city, country, planet, solar system, dimension, etc. Don’t be afraid to go above and beyond with it.

This world is full of vengeance and hate
and all manner of evil
We reel 'neath the impact of its reach
And love seems the weaker vessel
But this gasp of mortality
Comes with an ultimatum
Beyond this lies eternity
In breadths we cannot fathom
And though we groan beneath the pain
Of hate and its un-reason
Love will not fail, but is the Way
To heaven's glorious kingdom

This life is but the stepping-stone
leading to hell or Heaven's throne
We ought to pay more earnest heed
to the Beyond where these stones lead.

Janet~

Where Streets are Stained With Blood...

 

We live where streets are stained with blood

And even where the grass is green

A soldier’s body paid for us

To breathe the air of freedom’s sheen

Look down, look down; behold your feet

One in the cradle, one the grave

Look up; look up, for only He

Is God and mighty yet to save

The gutters swell with evil’s flood

Where hatred, hurt and hunger wail

A brother spills his brother’s blood

It seems the gates of hell prevail

We stagger low beneath the grief

Of Ramah; here our children die

Before they breathe; their right to live

Decided by a 'mercy-lie'

The roar of guns deploys its noise

The river runs dark and blood-red

Daughter or son is everyone

And love will mourn her precious dead

For love, this universal thread

Will bind and heal hate’s wretched wounds

Look down, look down, there lies our dread

Look up, look up, His love abounds

We live where streets are stained with blood

And gutters surge with filth and fear

We live where our forefathers stood

To face the Foe; love brought us here

And hate can never slay the One

For God is Love; He will prevail

Look up; someday hate will be done

But Love will never, ever fail

© Janet Martin

  

When the Earth is A-wash...

 This was my view from the kitchen window while making supper last night. We kept our eye on that cloud but it dissipated shortly after I took this photo into this...

When the earth is a-wash with blue rivers of spring

And the yard is a splash of verdant rendering

When each ditch is a brook and each stem bronze with bud

When young lads find heaven in meadows of mud

Then our dreams burgeon and hope is renewed

For surely the winter’s last blast is subdued

When robins are saucy in breast-coats of rust

When nooks wooded, mossy stir our wanderlust

When the breeze is imbibed with blush-pink apple-bloom

And trees are like brides all be-decked for the groom

Then we feel the joy of our care-freer hours

As spring comes a-dancing with arms full of flowers

When dark-days of winter expand then grow pale

Twixt autumnal splendor and spring-time’s regale

When we drink the nectar of sunshine and rain

And join in the laughter of violet-fringed lane

When daffodil-radiance beams from umber sod   

Then we sing for Spring and the mercy of God

© Janet Martin

As Long as Long You Can...to Victoria

I will not ask too much from you,

But I must ask enough

 This is the duty kind and true

Of a mother’s love,

So I have one small wish, my dear

Time waits for no man

Then will you just stay twelve, my dear

As long, as long you can?

Your other sisters seemed to rush

The hours through a year

And soon the days when they were twelve

Dissolved, a bubble-sphere

So, if you could, my dearest dear

Elongate this brief span

And just stay twelve in spite of years

As long, as long you can

© Mom aka Janet~

12 year olds are SO carefree!