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Showing posts with label
Poetry
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Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Forget Blackberries!
Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
But only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit around it and pluck blackberries.
(Elizabeth Barrett Browning)
Monday, April 6, 2009
Ode to Wife
I love my wife
and she loves me!
It's just as it ought be.
She bakes me cakes,
Loves eating steaks,
Makes me feel great,
Stays up talking late.
I love my wife
and she loves me!
It's just as it ought be.
She has blonde curly hair,
And a big heart to care,
For others with needs,
(She's a rose among weeds!)
I love my wife
and she loves me!
It's just as it ought be.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Prodigal Blogger
I left my blog
Sought a new, cool blog
One that had a cool look
And savvy widgets
But I wasn't happy
I was out of place
I missed blogspot
I wasn't quite sure
If it missed me
I came back to check
And was welcomed
With open arms
And I'm home.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Daydreams of Genesis
I daydream of Genesis:
The Creation, Destruction
The Promises, and Lies
And people call on the name of the LORD.
I daydream of Grace:
The Provision, Fulness
Purity, then Pollution
And the LORD covers man's nakedness and shame.
I daydream of Beginning:
The Newness, Life
Assurance, but Barrenness
The LORD making his people a Great Nation
The LORD, the LORD:
Creator of all.
Sustainer of all.
All in All:
Even before the Beginning.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Sleepless
The nothingness of silence creeps in
right on time
loud and announced
fanfare and fireworks
the life of the party.
I lay here awake--
thinking,
praying,
pleading with God
for a still whisper to creep in,
"It's okay, my son, sleep."
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Jesus is not JUST a band-aid...
He's also kind of like a rose covered in thorns.
We reach out and grab hold of Him
And bleed.
It hurts.
Grasping the fullness of His call
We feel the pain of a life of suffering and anguish.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Graces...
Graces upon graces
Lavished on my head
Perfect, Holy Righteousness
Not mine, but His instead
Gifts defying logic
They baffle young and old
I'll believe, not understand
'Till I cross Eternal threshold
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