It is impossible to find fulfillment in the things we see
Until we look through thankful eyes of kindness and
humility
***
No matter what we may achieve
No boast let thought suggest
For only through what we receive
Makes possible the rest
***
Pity not he who cannot see
But those whose sight is blind
So full of animosity
The good they cannot find
***
If we thought less of self and more of God the world would
see
Without a word the proof of love the way it ought to be
***
Darling the day is dying
Darling, ah, we are too
Then pray Hope is relying
On God, faithful and true
***
I love the way the birth of day
Soft-ushers earth back into view
And whether it is gold or gray
I love the way it looks on you
***
Aubade and lullaby, oh my
Time’s music-man is sweet
He spills the fathoms of the sky
In shadows at our feet
***
Maybe you think a rhyme is a sad waste of Time and ink
Well, that’s okay but I must say I dislike how you think
Maybe you think a poem is word’s weakest enterprise
But I dare you to try a few before you roll your eyes
***
Oh, isn’t it exciting when your toes first touch the
floor
To wonder what is waiting where dawn swings ajar its door
Ah, what and who will paint the pictures that only
thought sees
After the laughter that is waiting turns to memories
***
Rock-a-bye-river
Wherever you be
You are a Singer
That sings to the sea
Sometimes your chorus
Is muted and mild
Sometimes the roar of
Your paean runs wild
Rock-a-bye-schooner,
And hush-a-bye lea
Cradle the crooner
That sings to the sea
***
The colors of mid-afternoon
on a mid-winter's day
are blended to perfection
In a tea-pot of Earl Gray
***
When daylight disappears
and adds its weight to yester-years
Pray, should this be our final one
The Lord will greet us with "well done"
on a mid-winter's day
are blended to perfection
In a tea-pot of Earl Gray
***
When daylight disappears
and adds its weight to yester-years
Pray, should this be our final one
The Lord will greet us with "well done"
© Janet Martin
