Thursday, January 6, 2011

This is Life.....


The high, the low
The ebb and flow
The giving and the taking
The calm, the storm
Chill wind and warm
The molding and the breaking
A smile, a tear
A day, a year
A dance of song and weeping
The joy, the strife….
….ah, this is life
Held in the Giver’s keeping

Janet~

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Thank-you.....


You were my little 'extra-ordinary'
In my day today
Not so much by what you said
As what you didn't say...


J~

From My Window....


The air is still and yet intense
From my wee sill night seems immense
Grave, the blue and purple sigh
Emanating from the sky
Yet, He who walked upon the sea
Holds in His palm...….eternity
I look up, up and feel so small
Amazed that He sees me at all……….

Janet~

Victoria and I discovered that we share the same
‘favorite verse’……

How great is the love the Father has lavished on us
that we should be called children of God. 1 John 3:1

Wishes.........


I do not ask for understanding……
Only patience
I do not ask for knowledge…..
Only wisdom
I do not ask for healing……
Only strength
I do not ask for answers…..
Only trust
I do not ask for trophies……
Only vision
I do not ask for beauty……
Only Heaven
I do not ask for riches…..
Only enough
I do not ask for power…..
Only love

Janet~

The Unlovely..........


Mankind may love earth’s beauty
The oak, the river flowing
The towering peak, the wooded hill
The mellow breezes blowing
The fragile bud on hearths of spring
The passion of the thunder
Each single ecstasy may bring
A sigh of awe and wonder……….

Mankind may love the hand it clasps
The comfort of the moment
As he sees lights of home at last
His haven from life’s torment
Within the arms of love’s embrace
There is no realm of wanting
Gazing at each child’s wee face
Earnest, fearless, trusting

The crimson glow of twilight’s snow
The murmur of the ocean
The sacred calm after a storm
Arouses pure devotion
To love life’s gifts of excellence
Seems to come naturally
But only God can help us love
Life’s truly unlovely……….

Janet~

Hierarchy......


In dulcet tones the soft wind moans
Through dark and pine-brushed awning
The deep blue eye of yonder sky
A-thousand memories spawning
From somber lips a whisper slips
Into the midnight bower
It sirs in me a melody
Of one fair, faded hour

The sanguine lay of summer’s day
Grows faint, but not forever
The gilded kiss of August bliss
Lies just beyond the river
It seems to me that I can see
The shimmer of its splendor
In dulcet tones the soft wind moans
A love song, warm and tender

It drifts to me from distant sea
A sonnet with no pardon
Falling upon the argent lawn
And memory-gilded garden
With silvered wings its cadence rings
Across this tranquil hour
As I resign this will of mine
To its hierarchal power

Its strains portend imminent end
To winter’s frigid sorrow
The bright bloom lies in cold disguise
Beyond some near tomorrow
In dulcet tones the soft wind moans
And wraps its arms around me
A melody of reverie
I let its pain surround me

Janet~

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Safe Harbor


There are moments and memories I’ll share with you
Many words I will share as well
There are miles I would gladly retrace with you
And even some secrets I’d tell….
But then there are words that are sacred and rare
Music of memories I’ll never share
Oh, you may know me and know me quite well
But there are some memories I never will tell

There are some memories I’ll keep to myself
To share them would tarnish them sadly
I keep them hidden in my soul on a shelf
And there I will harbor them gladly
Though many the moments I’ll happily share
Never will I my entire soul bare
For here and there is a memory
Intended wholly and solely for me

Janet~

If I Could Meet Me......


If I saw myself cross the street today
On my way to where I was going
Would I watch me go and hear myself say
‘Now there’s someone I wouldn’t mind knowing’
Or would I be in a hurry with no time to pause
To wave or catch my eye
Too busy with me and my life because
It’s just me, myself and I

If I saw myself cross the street today
Would I wish to get to know her?
Or would I hear my other self say
‘We’re better off without her’…….
If I could meet me unexpectedly
Which one of me would be showing?
….oh I can walk away from everyone in the world
But one; would I be worth knowing?

Janet~