Let's Make Love

 Let's make love a daily celebration

Welcome (Lord-willing) to two weeks of focusing on the tenderest, testing-est,

loveliest, trickiest, truest topic above all; Love

(one of my favourite love-songs of all time!)

And above all these put on love, which binds everything together in perfect harmony.

Col.3:14

Let’s make love the utter reason

For each darling dream and dare

Touch the timbre of each season

With the reverence of prayer

Let’s be nicer to each other

Who knows who is next to fly

Past Passion’s dust-to-dust border

Through the reaches of the sky

Let’s dance, not like one-night lovers

But with a lifetime to learn

The fine art of hearts that hunger

For more than Time’s no return

Let’s be brave enough to utter

Words like ‘not my will but thine’

Let’s make love the bread and butter

In this life of yours and mine

Let’s not try to plan tomorrow

Let’s make love patient and kind

Oh my darling, joy and sorrow

Are like lovers, intertwined

For the laws of imperfection

Makes life’s making love far more

Than the intimate affection

That a kiss likes to explore

Let’s cast off our inhibition

Brave the fear of letting go

Bold enough for true submission

To the One who Loved/loves us so

© Janet Martin

Here's to two weeks of a whole lotta love songs

 

Happy February!

Because of schedules that keep me housebound more than I would choose if life was like that,

I feel like I didn’t quite get my fill of January’s thrills but better that way than the opposite, right?

Hopefully we live each day as if we didn't get quite enough of live-laugh-love,

always eager for a little more in the morning. 

A prayer of Dedication

Make me thankful for the moment

For the gift of now and here

Let me live as if the Present

Was about to disappear

Make me hungry for the hour

Tasting it with diligence

Counting blessings like the miser

Counts his dollars and his cents

Make me useful, careful, prayerful

Make me humble, helpful, kind

For with moment-measure’s sparkle

Soon a life is left behind

Amen 

© Janet Martin

 Remember your Creator
    in the days of your youth,
before the days of trouble come
    and the years approach when you will say,
    “I find no pleasure in them”—

Eccles.12:1

 Now all has been heard;
    here is the conclusion of the matter:
Fear God and keep his commandments,
    for this is the duty of all mankind.
¹⁴ For God will bring every deed into judgment,
    including every hidden thing,
    whether it is good or evil.

Eccles.12:13-14

This Plain, Age-old Appeal

 I laughed out loud when I saw this Bing-search on my blog; 

what is the point of a poetry-blog? someone asked

I hope when they find out they let me know😉

Below, part of my poetry-collection...

...this poetry-thing has been going on for a long time

but at the end of the day we still are not quite sure what to do with it;

especially in this day and age where poem-books are not on the Best-seller list

but rather perhaps on the Best cellar list😊

 Still, art has never been done for the money of it but rather for the love it

and I suppose a poetry-blog is one way to share the love!

There is no money in poetry

and no poetry in money!

Most publishers care more about the money than the poetry 

for obvious reasons so what does one do with poetry?!

From fathoms hung upon the air

As old as faceless Father Time

With seasoned hope and common care

The poet spins her winsome rhyme

And paints upon parchment-terrain

Scenes soft and oft somewhat surreal

For troubadour cannot contain

The ink that poets think and feel

Emotion’s oceanic crest

Is hard to harbour in the heart

The crash and surge of urge and quest

Ah, some must wrestle into art

Where skin and bone alone are small

For we are all mere mortal men

But what, after the madrigal

Makes worth the call of ink and pen

A poem seals upon a page

Time’s places, faces soon forgot

It sets upon thought’s open stage

The crashing sea, a flower-pot

It tugs at years and sets them free

It kindles fires with a spark

And stirs a tender melody

Where silence would be cold and dark

The poet, none can quite explain

Her heart and soul, thirst-cursed and blessed

Her Task-Master asks her to strain

And garner from life’s worst it best

But after thought has spilled its reel

(Heart-pieces for the world to see)

Remains this plain, age-old appeal

What does one do with poetry?

© Janet Martin

Game-changer

"I would go CRAZY after about 30 minutes of your life", remarked one of my dearly-beloveds

 as they helped themselves to a bowlful of homemade granola, (before heading out)

while surveying the wreckage of living in the 'not-so-background music' of tots!

Well, replied I, If it was the mere mechanics of Doing it would be dull indeed...

Life would be a doleful, soulful hole full of fear and despair

It would be a lonely, loathsome, longing-laden weight of care

Toil would be a mundane, mocking, morbid money-driven taunt

Where its filthy lucre’s purchase would be lacking what we want

And the most that we could cope for is to hope for bitter death

Without Heaven as the outcome as it severs soul and breath

But for this gear-grinding, mercy-finding, sorrow-binding Best

Love; ah love and only love makes worthy all the rest

© Janet Martin

 Love is the game-changer, I continued,

It makes all the difference in all we do!

I love making life lovely for those I love.

So, it's not always what we do but why that makes what we do worthwhile!

Though we give our bodies to be burned and have not love it profits us nothing...

1 Cor. 13

January and Juxtapositions

It's so cold

and so awesome!

Hard to hate a postcard heavy with the handiwork of God

Worship overcomes the burden; love makes worth each mile we trod

Beauty begets humble wonder while we bear The Ways of Life

Of Night always hinged to morning; of joy always hinged to strife

Of hope, always hinged to heartache, of delight hinged to dismay

Of desire hinged to blessing, of heaven hinged to today

© Janet Martin