Sunday, December 5, 2010

Moment.....



One little moment
Does it really matter?
This tiny, insignificant thing
A tick of the clock
A breath in the air
One note in a song that we sing

But the tick becomes minutes
And minutes, then hours
A soft breath becomes two, then three
Each breath a heartbeat
That becomes a lifetime
Before eternity

The note that hovers
For a second or two
Forms a grand symphony
A moment, a moment
It slips from our view
One strand in our life’s tapestry

One little moment
May seem on its own
Tiny, worthless and trite
But moment by moment
Priceless measure
That softly becomes a life

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Janet Martin

Moments matter!!

It Must Be Christmas....


Children’s laughter fills the air
Hearts beat lighter as we hear
Baby hugs his teddy bear
Oh it must be Christmas
Candle glow and firelight
Decorations twinkling bright
What a perfect silent night
Oh it must be Christmas……again

Snowflakes dancing to the earth
Heralding a Savior’s birth
Baby Jesus songs are heard
Oh, it must be Christmas
Memories of seasons past
Glow upon the fire-place
Reflecting in our eyes and face
Oh, it must be Christmas again

Candy-canes and ginger-bread
Poinsettia blooming, brilliant red
Tuck away that silent dread
Oh, it must be Christmas
Bells and stars and little trees
Cookie cutter memories
Melt like shortbread, one more please
Oh, it must be Christmas again

Hearts beat lighter for awhile
Hope shines brighter in each smile
As we meet our inner child
Oh, it must be Christmas
Season of remembering
Birth of Jesus, baby King
Come and join us as we sing
Oh it must be Christmas….again

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Janet Martin

We were decorating the tree the other night
when suddenly one of my daughters asked me
Mom, are you happy or sad?
'Well', I replied, 'I guess a little of both.
I just cannot believe that it is Christmas ....again.
I honestly feel like we just did this and it
reminds me again of how fast little moments
melt into years and lifetimes!!!

Friday, December 3, 2010

Of Memory...


More powerful than a hurricane
Or storm upon the sea
Is the passion and the pain
Of memory..........
The wind may rage
The rain may pound
Memory plagues
Without a sound

Janet~

Madness....


It seems intentions cannot compete
With the madness of desire
It seems that I cannot delete
The fuel that fans the fire
It seems that I must write instead
For better or worse, forever
It keeps me sane, yet drives me mad
The love of pen and paper

Janet~
I keep telling the kids
I’m going to take a break from writing……
Soon,

Perimeters.....


But the cold, harsh truth
blew across the landscape this morning
lodging unabashedly
where it is most keenly felt............
within
The wind may blow in its wildest fury
but it cannot alter boundaries
written in stone
Words flow from a pen silently
but the perimeters of sorrow or joy
are not over-thrown
nor the laws of love and longing
borne quietly,
alone

Janet~

Black and White Night


The silence is amplified tonight
The world is a canvas of black and white
Broken here and there by a pale twinkling light
Dimmed by the falling snow
Alone is such a lonesome word
But the frosty stillness somehow stirred
And magnified that solemn word
Alone, alone, alone


Janet~

The kids will soon be home:)

Actually, after 'lively Friday'
a little bit of 'alone' is...Bliss:)

Enough..............


The pride and passions of a man
Soon lies dormant in the dust
How quick he treads this briefest span
Of trial and error, love and lust
How fickle is our greatest plan
How brief the mortal thing we trust

There is a higher goal above
Where wiser man may fix his gaze
A higher purpose for his love
A higher calling for his days
Assurance it will be enough
When comes the parting of our ways

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Janet Martin

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Please Wait......


Please wait…..says the screen as my dial-up internet
Struggles to reach its destiny
Wait……. for what? I ask, a little impatiently
Wait while the day stretches its arms
Toward the evening sky……..
While the wind in vapid charms
Croons an early lullaby?
Wait, while hearts break as love
Succumbs to early graves
Or while we fight back
Lest we become victims or slaves………..

Please wait…..wait while little baby
Grows up and flies away
And little girl becomes a lady
While I whisper….oh, please wait
Wait, as the rose-bud blooms
Weeping withered petals at my feet
And I go searching for its perfume
On a dark and lonely street
Wait, while raven locks turn white
And wisdom crowns the brow
That is now so smooth and bright
In all her dazzling youthful glow
Wait, while she will tell me
How it’s done in the today
For somehow I grew old-fashioned
In all the ‘waits’ along the way

Please wait………while life divides its portions
Of joy, sorrow, victory and defeat
Please wait, the rise and falling of the ocean
Does not wane within the beat
That marks the silent ticks of time
Upon a turquoise swell
Nor writes how far we still must climb…..
Only One can tell
Please wait……while I live, laugh, love, weep
Hold on and let go
I have hands to hold and promises to keep
Oh, please wait until I’ve told you
That I love you so

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Janet Martin