Monday, October 5, 2015

Sometimes, After Years of Marriage...







Sometimes, after years of marriage
We lose sight of who we are
Familiarity unsacred
After we have come so far
Sometimes we forget to treasure
That which we have held for years
And that Thing once full of pleasure
Weighs us down and disappears

Darling, we should guard with kisses
That which nothing can replace
Sometimes apathy dismisses
What a heart should full embrace
Sometimes after years of marriage
We lose sight of its appeal
Darling, we should guard and cherish
That which only death can steal

Sometimes it seems we’ve forgotten
The Commitment of a vow
Or because its cloth seems common
We forget its worth somehow
Darling, in this flight of moments
From the cradle to the grave
We should safeguard with devotion
Each other and what we have

© Janet Martin

  a very caring man knows that the soul of a woman needs to feel a deep safeness before you ever touch the skin of a woman...Ann Voskamp 

...an article for every married or unmarried person!!

Love's Strange and Timeless Art




 (photo courtesy of google)


The hope of it
The need of it
The want of it,
My friend
Becomes the very
Air we breathe
Where prayer
Cannot pretend

The will of it
The thrill of it
The spill of it
My dear
Rides soft within
Our laughter,
And so hard
Within a tear

The trust of it,
The Must of it,
Can hurt or heal
The heart
The rush of it
 The brush of it
A strange and
Timeless art

 

© Janet Martin

linking to OctPoWriMo 
day 5

Sunday, October 4, 2015

Magic or Miracle?





Vowels and consonants shape words
Words correlate with thought, soft stirred
Thought threads their will then sets them free
To stir a heart with poetry

Ah, poetry, thought’s finest urge
Where common ground and heaven merge
Within the heart that learns to dance
With simple vowels and consonant

Now suddenly the silence sighs
And lures us like a lover’s eyes
That dares us to taste the romance
That waits in vowels and consonants



© Janet Martin

Saturday, October 3, 2015

My Quest...





Then let the west beguile the east
And let the sky lay out its feast
Where the sun climbs Time’s azure hold
And while its spills its bit of gold
Let me learn, by its grin and grit
To make the very best of it

Then, when the west becomes the seal
That snuffs this spiral from time’s reel
And when its last ray disappears
Into that place of bygone years
I’d like, as I think on its bit
To know I made the best of it

Then, when I leave this trace of sod
To look upon the face of God
And touch that Hand, gracious and kind
I’d like to leave this proof behind
A life of pure and noble quest
A legacy of Humble Best

© Janet Martin



Today's sunny, cold and soon turning to cloud-rain Best looks quite domestic; baking, cooking, cleaning, laundry, taxiing,

Wishing you a blessed Best Saturday!

 "His master replied, 'Well done, good and faithful servant! Matt.25:21

Time-glass (OctPoWriMo)




Dawn breaks the Dark, Earth wafts in space
We rise and shine but by God’s grace
Time trickles through man’s needy
Clutch, while we exhaust its
Taste and touch with
Have and hold
And dreams
And such
We
Groan
Beneath
Love’s letting
Go while moments
Wear our want and woe
And hours bear our sweat and
Tears and all the while days turn to
Years where dawn breaks dark, earth wafts
 in space, we live and love but by God’s  grace

© Janet Martin