Category Archives: Poetic Musings

A Sketch of my Lifelong Companion: Happy Birthday Hubby!

A spouse, a lifelong companion and path to holiness, is not something stumbled upon. It is a hard won quest for unconditional love, and once discovered, it becomes the work of a lifetime to nurture and grow with each other.

We certainly aren’t perfect, as like every couple we have our challenges; but, I have never encountered another heart filled with such a deep love and a desire to do good for God, Our Lady, family, friends, and me – as humbling as that is. I am a better version of myself today because of you, and even amidst the moments where the dying-to-selves part of life may become palpable, always know that I am thankful for the gift that I, and many people for many years, prayed for — YOU.

So, in honor of your 40-something Birthday today, drumroll please… a poem for my beloved husband.

A Sketch of my Lifelong Companion

As I am pensive, he is dreaming.

As I am eager, he is enduring.

As I am consumed, he is consuming.

As I am riotous, he is calming.

As I am solid, he is bending.

As I am abrupt, he is deliberating.

As I am spicy, he is moderating.

As I am strategic, he is improvising.

As I am trustful, he is protecting.

As I am witty, he is conjoining.

As I am sentimental, he is romanticizing.

As I am cheerful, he is reveling.

As I am creating, he is supporting.

As I am beloved, he is loving.

As I am blessed, he is blessing.

©Lisa Martinez, August 13, 2015


A little photo montage of our earlier days, moments where you found your way deeper into my heart…

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The Heart Will Not Be Silent

heart door

You can bury it, push it down until you feel the hurt won’t threaten to break you.
Press it down by keeping busy, busy, busy on top.
Roadblock silence by pushing your earphones in.
Post filtered pictures of a wonderful facade.
Put that nose to the grindstone, late hours and weekends, getting after it.
Numb it, sniff or shoot whatever fix you can get.
Place everyone else’s problems as your priority.
Keep that smile ready for when someone checks in on you.
Still, the heart will not be silent.
But, He’ll never let you go.

Let love and faithfulness never leave you;
bind them around your neck,
write them on the tablet of your heart.
-Proverbs 3:3

The Sea of Sunset

Some moments demand to be captured.  Tonight’s sunset was one of them.

And what words could seek to rival God’s painted sky?  Dickinson’s poem “The Sea of Sunset”, of course.  Her verse moves me from my rooftop view all the way to the salty sea!

My own "Sea of Sunset", taken today from our balcony. God's artwork


This is the land the sunset washes,
These are the banks of the Yellow Sea;
Where it rose, or whither it rushes,
These are the western mystery!

Night after night her purple traffic
Strews the landing with opal bales;
Merchantmen poise upon horizons,
Dip, and vanish with fairy sails.

– Emily Dickinson

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A Valentine for Him

With only five days until Hallmark’s lottery of a holiday, one cannot enter a store without the visual bombardment of heartshaped overkill and death by chocolate, make it a double.  Yet at the heart of Valentine’s day (ba dump bump), the memorial of a Saint who gave his life for Love, exists noble intentions still.  It is from there that I have decided to allow my pen to try and release a bit of what is contained within my heart.

There is a love which has changed me, a love from which I will never recover even should I desire to do so.  All from a man who selflessly provides for me daily, accepting and appreciating me always just as I am.  Everyone who really knows him can’t help but love him.  He’s incredibly gifted and all too generous. He’s doing very well for himself considering he has abundant resources at his disposal, yet remains so humble.  I could go on and on…  You may be thinking, why have I not heard about this amazing relationship – what?!  But you have, I talk about Him often.  You see, there is none but Him, none but Jesus.

I share my love poem to Jesus with you, so that maybe you too will look within your heart and share with Him what is there, or perhaps even what you want to be there. You don’t have to write it out, you could pray it, sing it, YouTube it, skywrite it or whatever.  Love is not meant to be contained, so however you do it, let it be a true expression from you.  After my poem you will find a video of what I imagine could be His response to my Valentine.  With a moving slideshow, “God Is” by Danielle Rose, is the musical pairing I’ve selected.  Her voice, those words – well, just listen, you’ll understand.


His is the heart from which all desires emanate and actualize.

With radiance that shatters obscurity, He illuminates the path of hope.

He is mercy that is unfailing, inexhaustible, crucified, and conquering.

Endlessly outstretched, His arms ache to impart the redemptive embrace.

Shrouded in humility, He remains incomparably reknown.

The purest proposed, His love is eternally in pursuit.

All-consuming is His enkindling fire, which purifies where it blazes.

Then quenching is His ocean of peace which pervades.

His faithful gaze is ever watchful, guiding, protecting.

The existence of all creation rests in His generous hands.

Who am I, that even a whisper to Him should escape my lips?

Though gently He takes my hand, dazzlingly adorns me, and draws me near.

In Love’s victory our hearts rejoice, each beat releasing restlessness and fear.

Mine is the heart comprising all I have to return to Him, which is His delight.

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Hymn of the Phoenix

Phoenix detail from Aberdeen Bestiary

Phoenix detail from Aberdeen Bestiary

Several mythologies – including the Greek, Phoenician, and Egyptian – have provided us with the enigmatic image of the Phoenix, or sacred firebird.  In appearance, it boasts a regal array of colors in its plumage.  Nearing the end of its 500 year life-cycle, it configures myrrh twigs into a nest that it then ignites. Despite that the consuming fire has reduced all to ashes, a young phoenix (or phoenix egg) is reborn to rise anew, living as long as its old self. Some myths even claim that the new phoenix uses an egg made out of myrrh to embalm the ashes of its former self and carries it off to the Egyptian city of Heliopolis (sun city in Greek).

Beyond the beauty of the bird, this myth bears greater relevance still when considering the Christian typology it is laced with.  For the follower of Christ, the resplendent image of this sacred bird rising from the ashes reminds us of His victory over death and sin. The image also lends itself to be applied to our faith walk, in terms of “dying to our former self” and “Christ making all things new”.   In Paul’s letter to the Romans he stated, “If we have been united with him like this in his death, we will certainly also be united with him in his resurrection.”  Two chapters later in Romans, Paul also provides an eternal perspective on suffering, “Now if we are children, then we are heirs—heirs of God and co-heirs with Christ, if indeed we share in his sufferings in order that we may also share in his glory.”  All things have a purpose, and there is purpose in all things.

A dear friend of mine always reminds me that “the Lord does not tear down without restoring”.  This promise is one that causes me hold fast in a time filled with what I will henceforth call The ‘S’ TrifectaSacrificial love, Suffering, and Surrender. You’ve heard of a colon cleanse?  The ‘S’ Trifecta has a similar effect on your soul in that it flushes out the impurities.  The old Steubenville adage of “hard but good” that we tossed around back in my University days is readily applied to the process involved with the “Soul Cleanse”.  Delaying it or fighting against it only creates further issues, as you must let the cleanse run its course in order to reap its benefits.  The choicest of blessings often awaits for those willing to endure what the Trifecta reveals and the cleanse purges. The combination of patience, perseverance and determination teamed with fully relying on God’s grace are the keys that unlock The ‘S’ Trifecta. For a Catholic, the richness gained from participating in the Sacramental Life of the Church also provides strength and solace.

With my cleanse currently underway, I was reminded of a poem I wrote during another difficult time.  Without further ado, I share with you…

The Hymn of the Phoenix

In searing embers I lie and wait,
To be consumed by the fire that bore me.
Set ablaze to bear new life,
Arising from darkness, like the Morning Star.

Burning blackness confines once scarlet wings,
Returning to the dust from which I came,
So that I may know as I was known.

The soot of former things begins to drift,
As my life fades, so do the wounds I carried.
No longer the sting of that Judas’ arrow,
What remains is my triumph o’er his snare.

Ashes to ashes, fresh wings now bring me home,
Fading the soft blue I once glided upon.
I am the burnt offering so another may take flight,
And lay me down in the City of the Sun.

Departing amidst the flickering flames.
My heart nearly dares to whisper,
“Come sweet redemption, come,”
As I am carried off into the Eternal Light.

I also love this song, the movie “The Prince of Egypt” that it was in, as well as the video.  Very inspirational and uplifting, even though it cuts off at the end 😦

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