Poetry by Jennifer Olston

Love...



































Love


Love is a constant reminder
Of the time we shared

Love is looking in your eyes
And not having a regret

Love is you, love is me
The time we met and our sincerity

Love is in your hug, in your smile
I let go and feel loved

Love is all of you and nothing else
It doesn't matter what happens next

Love is sharing our dreams and letdowns
Just being with you makes me smile


(C) Jennifer Olston 2010 02 01


Just a kiss






































Just a kiss


Just a kiss
Awakens my senses
I long for you
Day and night

Just a kiss
Is all I want
When I look in your eyes
I lose control

Just a kiss
Being in your arms
Feeling your body
Against mine

Just a kiss
To seal our love
As a reminder
Of more love to come

Just a kiss
To remind me
Of the love we share
Now to eternity

(C) Jennifer Olston 2010 02 01

In love










































In love


I feel you
Close to me
Your body
Urging me
To hold on
To you
In a sweet
Surrender
We embrace
Falling into
Each other
We taste
The very
Essence of
Our love
With a kiss!

(C) Jennifer Olston 2010 02 01

* Where do I find...

A personal note...



Where do I find...



Oh! Where do I find kind words
Love, kindness and a good soul
One that never tires of giving praise
Good advice with a smile
Reaches for my hand when I fall down

I look no further for he is right here
He's my friend and will always be
For he has touched my heart
In such a way that we will never part
For he is love


(C)Jennifer Olston 2009 11 30

Peace on Earth























Peace on Earth

Peace on Earth
Means so much for you and me
Feeling it in our hearts with joy
And being sin free

Peace on Earth
Means loving each other always
In good times and bad times
Being a helping hand with a smile

Peace on Earth
Means giving and giving
Not expecting anything back
And yet feeling loved

Peace on Earth
Means every day makes you smile
For you are happy being you
And just being able to love

Peace on Earth
Means so much to a child
He feels love and comfort
And warmth in his heart

Peace on Earth
Means we feel loved within
Not pain and sorrow
But peace in our being

(C)Jennifer Olston 2009 11 30

For her name was Grace

Jennifer's response to Deborah Munson's "The Gift of Grace"...



For her name was Grace


For her name was Grace
And her passion was life
For which she deeply believed
There was no afterlife

If life is a virtue
And love a sacrifice
Her life was commendable
In which she felt chastised

For love is not love
But merely a thought
A flame put out
By the rancor of lust

For that eternal flame
Was all that she hoped for
Somewhere it existed
And she knew it in her heart

From eternity to eternity
That will, that driving force
Was her heart’s desire
Not just a thought

The warm tears that she felt
Were merely an embrace
Of a life full of promises
She once contemplated

In her heart she felt a thump
Of promised love far too long gone
That forever she would remember
But time forgot

For her name was Grace
Her heart’s desire?
Was to always embrace
Life as a challenge

(C)Jennifer Olston 2009 11 30

The Gift of Grace

On Jennifer's post 'Thnakful' posted at AOM on Nov 17th, 2009,
Deborah Jeanne Munson commented with this...



The Gift of Grace


Somehow, she always knew….even though
Such love and peace resided deep within the
Folded wrinkles of her life in which
Sometimes she forgot….but
Would always turn back to Him
Ever aging during this brief existence
Though created for eternity
Eternity, a word one cannot fathom
From the depths of even the most
Striking of imaginations…

Somehow, she always knew too
That true love hung on a tree
Wounded for our transgressions
And bruised for our iniquities
The chastisement of our peace
Was upon him and by His stripes
We are healed…

Somehow, she always knew that if she
Clung to her life she would lose it
But if she gave up her life to Him
She would find it…

Again someday in yet another new world
Where all things are made new
As the lion lays down with the lamb
She will know true and lasting love
When He wipes away her tears
And she sees the nail scared hands
And death swallowed in sweet victory…

Somehow, she….always….knew, but
She still had a hard time understanding
This beautiful gift called Grace.

(C) Deborah Munson 2/7/2009

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