The dew, a drizzle, drenching rain …
When water falls upon the ground
the barren earth is slowly changed
by echoes of the dripping sound.
A cloud far off collects, descends
and rinses air of dust and dry
as God directs the whirling winds
and hears the holy farmer’s cry:
to gather as a roaring flood,
the fuel for some fragrant thyme,
transformed as trees and creatures’ blood.
Its constant motion measures time
erodes hills, deepens valleys, fills
the rainbow, quiets games, then sparks
the lightning-thunder dance; distills
the oceans and leaves dried drops as marks.
A raindrop from the household eaves
now falls upon and glistens lips
and then the fallen raindrop leaves
as it goes on its way and drips.
Bright summer sun shines down: it sends
the morning shadows far away
yet draws out lonely, home-bound friends
and turns the dark of night to day.
The earth is filled with rainbow shards:
the autumn leaves have left the trees,
fell down to color children’s yards.
If set aflame at night, they’d see.
A snow flake comes into my hand;
It’s carried by the winter wind.
I do not fully understand
how snowflake met its brutal end.
Creator comes to earth;
as sinful nations eyed
the One with virgin birth,
fulfilled His pledge: He died,
yet rose, as preachers cried–
revealing God’s own worth.
Categories: Good News, Poem
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Rather unique, yet we’re related
distinct, but not too different
pride is humbly dulled
vital part of the whole
the team is made full
fruit is lovingly culled
no longer are we indifferent
rather together, we’re elated.
Faith proves what is unseen like dust
makes evident the hidden wind.
With a simple promise heard, one trusts
for pardon for the times he’s sinned.
Hope presses on with certainty
because at hand is proof of more
to come. Sight sees what was unseen:
Our rising promised by the Lord’s.
And love perfects the rest by service
to the least, the gift secured
by joyful deeds that do not swerve
away from faith and hope assured.
When heaven fin’lly kisses earth,
we’ll know the fruit of our new birth.
I am a very selfish person.
I smirk, when I should serve.
I gather when I should scatter.
I hold on to things when I should let go.
I beg when I should offer.
I consume when I should produce.
I pollute when I should come clean.
I get the best of things when I should help things get better.
Let me not clatter meaning like a gong, but speak with simple courage.
Let me not be proud of my knowledge but use it conscientiously.
Let me not give merely of my time, nor my things, nor offer my body without offering my heart.
I long to be kind to both kin and kings and commoners and cursors of men.
Lord, let me love you and let me love my neighbor,
But do, Lord, simply let me love.
Waiting to get there.
Waiting for a friend to come back.
Waiting for grandma to get in the car.…
Waiting for eternity.
Waiting for now. …
Not everything happens at once.
Not everything is fast.
Not everyone has the courage.
Not everyone is in a hurry.
Not all dreams come true quickly.
Not all days pass in a flash.
… still waiting
will be waiting still when the end of all things come.
And so I won’t pass by the roses,
their thorns or fragrances,
eternity won’t pass me by
for it is in my life today,
for my heart has found the way.
How in the world can I be sure?
How can I forever be secure?
I take refuge in the truth
that the Messiah came from Ruth
and David, Abraham, and Isaac and Jacob
Judah and yet his still had taken
a throne but still poured out His Life
for His own. He obtained a bride
by serving the least, preparing a feast,
called insane when fasting and choosing to eat
with sinners from the south and seekers from Greece
and making the poor rich and the weak
he made strong. He trough us to do right
and not to get worried or all uptight
but to rest in the hands of the King
His Joy descends on those who seek him and sing!
From Rocky Mountain High,
to back alley lows
now in a pseudo-pharmacy
raised by pharmo-farmers,
sold by semi-pros,
smoked and swallowed by licensed sufferers,
deals with doctors:
now welcomed in the gates,
sold civilly in cities.
Chemical inspiration: no more pain;
lack of motivation: no more gain.
Grant each of us
seeking eyes to see Your face,
listening ears to hear Your voice,
outstretched hands to serve the poor,
a loving heart to embrace the stranger,
an honest tongue to bring justice in the earth,
and moving feet to go where peace is not yet found.
In the Name of the Word-made-flesh,
because You dwell among us.