Having fun with grandma. But…I think it was me having fun with my grandson.
The Color of Love
Kathleen Martens
August 12, 2011
God in His love created our world.
Lavish colors sprinkled as His canvas unfurled.
The blue of the sky, and meadows green,
Flowers in rainbow colorful sheen.
What is the significance of the colors He made?
Received each season, never to fade.
If asked the color of love what would be said?
A Cup of Water
By Kathleen Martens
March 17, 2011
A soothing cup of water
Does more than just quench thirst,
When offered from the heart
A soul will be submersed.
Perhaps it is not liquid
But “words” that are a balm.
Healing pain and sorrow;
Creating peace and calm.
My Private Heaven
January 2, 2013
Kathleen Martens
The thoughts on which I dwell,
My private heaven or my private hell.
What I think – so become I,
Succumb to the pit – or soar and fly.
It all depends who lives within;
The God of salvation or demons of sin.
We have choice – to become who we desire to be.
As for me –I choose to be free,
All Because I Thought to Think
By Kathleen Martens
September 13, 2014
Thinking — Thinking
That’s what I must do.
But it takes a lot of time
And my moments are so few.
And then I must think
About on what should I dwell?
And do I keep thoughts private
Or to others tell?
Wow! If I only knew months ago how much it would take to get ready for the planning of a four month adventure I might have started sooner.