Visitor

There is something about a knock that really gathers our attention
Hastening, we open up the door
To greet a friend or stranger with a cordial invitation
As they proceed to tell what they’re here for
Do we smile and nod and listen offering a cup of tea?
Do we quickly bid them farewell or enjoy their company?

Have we heard a steady knocking that we’ve chosen to ignore?
Yet still it seems this Visitor won’t leave
Why are we so reluctant now to open up the door?
To cry, “Come in” and whisper, “I believe”
What a moment of great sorrow, what a sad and dismal day
If we should wake tomorrow, but our Guest has gone away

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Janet Martin

Behold, I stand at the door and knock.
If anyone hears My voice and opens the door
I will come in....Rev.3:20

My Muse

You hover in
The dimly-lit recesses
Of my mind
Warm and indifferent
At the very
Same time
Your shadow
A ghost that will
Not stay away
Your mystery
A chill that
Invites me to stay
A stranger
A friend
A quiet smile
In the back
Of my mind
You are there
In a file
That is just
A breath,
A thought-click away
Making me wonder
How long
Will you stay?
I’ve never seen you
Just heard
Your heart-beat
In the hush
Of the night
Or the rush
Of the street
I’ve resigned
Myself to
Accept the thought
In the back of my mind
In that dimly-lit spot
There you are
And ever will be
My muse
My friend
My mystery……
Won’t you
Turn around?
So I can see
What shade of
Love
Your eyes would be

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Janet Martin

Choices

It’s not like a new pair of shoes that youre choosing
Or a fashion accessory
Its not like a sundae that you are refusing
Or…fine if it works for me
It's not a preference like music or silence
Or a moment that steals your breath
We all are choosing, even in our refusing
Eternal life or death

It's not like the weather and choosing sunshine
Over a rainy day
We cannot assume in our indecision
Eventually it will go away
And we can't decide on Judgment Morn
To decline our lifes reward
Hope that was born neath a crown of thorns
Cannot be ignored

It's not like the choices which seem to abound
Here on this troubled earth
It's an invitation wherein is found
New life and a new birth
Will we choose Jesus and His gift of love?
Our hope when life grows dim
For there is no grace that can replace
The life we find in Him

Yes, we are choosing even in our refusing
And in our dying breath
We'll hear the voice of our choice
Eternal life or death

July 27 2009
By Janet Martin
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If anyone’s name was not found written in the Book of Life, he was thrown into the lake of fire. Rev.20:15