Wednesday January 4 2017  MY PLACE OF SACRED ROMANCE

 

MY PLACE OF SACRED ROMANCE

Kathleen Martens

January 4, 2017

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Standing in my library

An amazing view I see.

Years of accumulation

Is staring back at me.

 

A photo of my mama

Reading a Bible on her table.

Her memory long left behind,

Her body no longer able.

 

A little plaque high on a shelf

Has spoken daily to my heart:

“BE STILL AND KNOW THAT I AM GOD”

With these words each day I start.

 

Lots and lots of journals

All written by my hand.

I figure that in the future

They won’t be in much demand.

 

My life written on the pages

But who in this world will read?

I wrote them for my growth

So I could become a better me.

 

A little house of handmade paper

Makes me smile each time I think

Of my little boy who proudly gave to me

This piece of art in grey and pink.

 

My eyes travel to a shelf

Filled with favorite books.

Many varieties of Dictionaries

If you but take a closer look.

 

Kaleidoscopes and a paper pig,

A unicorn in stately white,

An interesting bowl filled with quarters

For placement they all fight.

 

Love letters in a box

Words of love and words of hope.

Written during World War Two

As a groom helps his wife to cope.

 

Vases and angels scattered about

And baby albums of daughter and son,

Priceless little treasures found,

On each self there is at least one.

 

A folded flag with memories

Folded to the sound of taps.

Was presented to my sister

When it was placed upon her lap.

 

An empty bottle with no purpose

Stands by  the flag.

It is one of the unnecessary things

That visually is beginning to nag.

 

A ceramic bowl with a lid.

I wonder what I’d find inside?

Even if I took a peek to see

I might not want to confide.

 

And I forgot to mention the lotion

And scotch tape and scissors too.

And even more importantly

Are the books which are quite a few.

 

Books, books, and more books

Line most shelves two rows deep.

And I know where each title is

Because the same place they always sleep.

 

Constant companions looking at me,

They are longtime favorite friends.

Books are on the floor and line the wall,

Because my collection does not end.

 

A closet full of must-reads,

And bags and bags yet unknown.

Some were purchase at library sales

And their titles yet un-shown.

 

Hundreds of books already removed

For the new library which is planned.

But many will be given away

Since I have too many on hand.

 

I will choose carefully which ones I give

For my books seem alive to me.

But I will look for the silver lining

Because from clutter I hope to free.

 

My chairs are full from sorting.

Manuscripts are piled by.

And a lofty hoard of poetry books

On my sofa stacked waist high.

 

My beautiful old secretary

In regalia proudly displays

A full assortment of angel stories

And old Bibles of yesterdays.

 

And there are hundreds of other things

But I’ve no time to mention each one

Knowing my sister will be in distress

Reading this poem until it’s done.

 

But for me it is nostalgic

To view before dismantled.

Just think of what I’ve left to do

Before everything is handled.

 

I bid farewell to my library.

Many hours spent in this room.

My place of sacred romance

With Jesus, the coming Groom.

 

Solitary moments of comfort

Wrapped in God’s loving arms of grace,

Sharing my most intimate thoughts

As our spirits sit face to face.

 

Years and years of heartfelt solace

As I penned words from my heart.

And I will soon have a new nest

Where my morning with Jesus will start.

 

 

The above poem was inspired this day because I have been carting books out by the box load and wanted to remember what the shelves looked like before I begin dismantling them.  The New Year’s rush is on!

 

GOD BLESS YOU!