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
* 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
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
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
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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