Almost Nothing

Majestic in nature, miniscule in size

Ethereal stature we simply surmise

Essence of eons, invisible jot

Elusive chalice where living is wrought

Wee wink of wonderment, gargantuan gasp

Half-breath allotment that no one can clasp

Intangible, all-consuming chrysalis

Warrior’s weapon and motherhood’s kiss

You fill the ages like drops fill a sea

Weeping in fathoms of fancied filigree

Almost your nothingness dares me to laugh

You sign my forehead with your autograph

Over and over your phantom parade

Silvers sun-sparkles; flicker-escapade

Dreamer’s cornucopia, miser’s lament

Everything, almost nothing…ah, little moment

© Janet Martin

Midnight's Metamorphosis

We pause at dusk to gaze where none a glimpse beyond can borrow

…life’s ever-foreign territory remains thus; Tomorrow

For when daylight returns to warm night’s charcoal over-lay

Time’s metamorphosis has turned tomorrow to Today

Thought for its countless trickery and quick, quiet perception

Reaches in vain; it cannot see tomorrow’s veiled direction

Though we have waited, balanced on a fulcrum formed of clocks

Midnight’s muted transaction in one micro-second locks…

…its present day to Past; what was tomorrow is today

And still tomorrow wafts so near in eons far away

No braggart, sleuth or warrior out-wits Time’s mediator

We cannot see beyond today; so we trust its Creator

  

© Janet Martin

 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.  Matt. 6:34

To Readers and Writers I Will Never Fully Meet...

I love you though speech-silence must remain our meeting-place

And miles we cannot travel our sole soul-sweet embrace

I love you though we’ve never met to touch, save on this stage

Of poetry; strange how a friendship forms from page to page

I love you and I miss you like a drifter far from home

How is it, soul-mates sometimes never fully meet, save in a poem?

I love you, as together far apart our hearts are stirred

To share a mystic kinship through the wonder of a word

© Janet Martin

Praying a special blessing on you today~

Thank-you for dropping by.

He That Keeps Thee

‘He that keeps thee will not slumber’

While we sleep He tarries still

And His mercies far out-number

What our earth-framed thought can will

What a friend we have in Jesus

He that keeps us remains near

Holy, healing Hope appeases

Dark and death-demonic fear

Come, a new portion of hours

Waits for us where dawn ignites

Heaven’s footstool; God empowers

Us to persevere and fight

‘He that keeps us will not slumber’

What a friendship fills the air

Where-so-ever we may wander

Ah, His tender eye is there

© Janet Martin

While reading Psalms 121 this morning this line struck me ‘He that keeps thee will not slumber’ .

Happy Day

  

Oh, happy day, the flower splay their colors glad and bold

To satisfy the drifter's eye with purple, blue and gold

The Artist spills to ditch and hills those gardens undefiled

As fair and free their filigree embellishes the wild

Oh happy day, we turn to stray from Duty’s beaten path

Bumblebees drone in monotone; zephyr tickles the grass

Somewhere a robin trills and spills its praises heartily

The sun is bright; the clouds are white on heaven’s azure sea

Oh, happy day, where willows sway and we lie there beneath

Its filigree of poetry and yellow-gilded leaf

Oh happy day, we pause to pray to He who holds in place

The gold, the gray, the come-what-may, kind signatures of grace

© Janet Martin

I thought I should finish this poem before I turn in…mostly I write them all at once but this one was up most of the day; I would add a line on my way through the kitchen before returning out-doors. It was a happy day!