Wednesday August 31 2016  WHAT TO WRITE?

A blank white screen stares back at me and I have absolutely no words fighting within me to come out!  I really haven’t talked all that much today but it seems I am fresh out of things to say.  So, I will write a poem and include some poetry I have previously written and you can have a night off too!  I hope you enjoy the poetry.

 

SO WHAT DO I WRITE?

By Kathleen Martens

August 31, 2016

 

So what do I write when I have nothing to say?

Perhaps I should just close the end of this day

Without searching too deeply into my brain,

And from unnecessary expression, simply refrain.

 

Or should I ponder a bit to find the right words?

Or perhaps just twitter like a little bird?

Maybe think nothing and allow thoughts to come

Whether serious or sad or about something fun?

 

Somewhere on my shelf way up in the sky

There should be a poem that would get me by.

So if I type long enough this page will be full

Even if the meaning doesn’t have much pull.

 

So rather than type and say nothing at all

From poems of my past I will simply recall.

I hope you enjoy what I will pick out for you,

And perhaps their message will ring true.

 

MY FAVORITE TIME OF DAY

By Kathleen Martens

July 29, 2013

 

Oh to awaken

To a brand new story

The beauty and sounds

Creating morning’s glory!

 

My favorite part

Of each day’s birth

When the rising sun

Kisses the earth.

 

Noontime comes

Ever too swift

And the brilliance of day

Cause my heart to lift.

 

It the very best

In my 24 hours,

By light and energy

I’m renewed with power.

 

Then afternoon comes

With cooling breeze

And the melodic lull

Of the honey bees.

 

My most ideal time

For a cup of tea,

A most welcoming place

I choose to be.

 

And then the evening

Bringing day’s end.

Each hour the day gives

Is My Favorite Friend!

 

I love them all!

Every moment I Iive,

Each moment that passes

A new gift it gives.

 

And then the next

That I like best

Is when it’s time

For bedtime rest. 

 

All are favorites

When in joy I receive,

For each moment God gives me

In Him I believe.

 

TIME TICKING AWAY

By Kathleen Martens

March 15, 2011

 

I sit in silent reverence,

Hear the ticking of the clock.

Time passing second by second

And I hear God’s gentle knock.

 

“I am present—I’ve come to speak.

Open Your heart to hear.

When you call out My name

I am always near.

 

I call you friend, I call you child.

I love you beyond all measure.

You come to Me and give Me time,

These hours with you such treasure.

 

Not only friend but Sovereign God!

Power of creation I hold!

As you worship and praise My name

I nestle you in My fold.

 

You cannot imagine My depth of love.

I died for you on the cross

So with Me you will be,

And Your soul will not be lost.

 

So gently listen to the sound

Of time ticking away.

Each hour that slips by

Means sooner with me You’ll stay.”

 

I HAD A LITTLE BOY ONCE

By Kathleen Martens

May 4, 2010

 

I had a little boy once

And my heart remembers so much

From the earliest fluttering in my womb

As well as the kicking and such.

 

Such a tiny baby born too early

With such a hope for life.

He struggled for each breath he took,

His beginning was filled with strife.

 

I had a little boy once

And I stroked his tiny feet,

His unseen eyes covered by gauze

To protect them from light & heat.

 

I had a little boy once

Who one day smiled at me,

With sparkling brown eyes

He found my heart’s key.

 

I had a little boy once

Who crawled, walked and played.

And he gave his heart to Jesus

At four years old he simply prayed.

 

I think back to that time in life,

Unending questions and happy smiles.

All those memories of time and space,

They seemed unending miles.

 

I had a little boy once,

Each day sweeter than the day before.

The days did not last for ever

And oh how I long for more.

 

I had a little boy once

Who at my table did sup.

But that little boy is gone now

He had the nerve to grow up!

 

HIS SONG BREATHES ALL

By Kathleen Martens

April 27, 2014

 

Worshipping My King

My heart does sing,

My words lift up

Above angel wings.

 

And the Glory of God

Received at His throne

All the love of my heart

That now is His own.

 

What I sing to Him

Is the return of His song,

 The song of His sacrifice

So to Him I belong.

 

The song of His love

 He sings in the night

And the bursting of glory

Awakens the light.

 

His majesty and beauty

Overwhelms my soul

As His song breathes all

That I need to be whole.

 

TO LIVE IN HIS GLORY

By Kathleen Martens

April 28, 2014

 

Children of worship

Children with song

A heart with melody

All the day long.

 

With lips of praise

Lifted on High

As on wings of eagles

To glory fly.

 

The heart bubbles forth

With pure delight

As strands of music

In heavenly light.

 

God the Father

The Redeemer His Son

Jesus our Savior

Is planning to come.

 

He will take us home

And finish the story

That we are His

To live in His glory.

 

Thank You Father that I still have thousands of poems to share.

Thank You Lord for the stillness in my heart tonight.

Thank You for Your peace.

Thank You for Your love.

 

GOOD NIGHT AND GOD BLESS YOU