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Wednesday, May 30, 2018

Three short poems


Brave
Beauty
Immeasurable,
Free

Giving
Given
Gave
--
Descubrir
You reveal revelling
The thought of longing 
Shouted! ego protracted, 
phone cord wrapped around your finger.
The wooded walk;
Sated yearning
Salient words
Soothed soul
--
Stomp romp jolts rambles
The herd freed taste and sample
Grass nature's menu

Monday, May 28, 2018

Lakeside sound

Highway 23, Lumberjack Road
We pass sauntering birch and wooded grove
Pastured horses and cattle wading, calves lying down
The crow flies, eyeing fields among the immense clouds
A blue freightline
Until dispersed and scattered rhyme
Reflected on the water’s hide

Underneath sky
Shade of last year’s cattails
Speckled loon egg on matted reeds
She guards while he feeds
Dragonflies by the dozens orbit
Four winged synchronized knit
Circling round

Sun sets, hummingbirds zip
And sip
Cicadas and frogs release their symphony, a cacophony
Of sound
The lakeside psalm




Sunday, May 27, 2018

Aaron’s son

Cut your locks of depression,
Peel back your armor of self protection,

embrace joy, smile satisfaction,
run from the cynical tomb
and succumb to the seed.
The real death to self,
Finally free.

O David's branch springing
Rod of Jesse;
You measure up
Take off the badge of ‘passed over’
You are not a Leftover
Once and again, forgive their trespasses.


I pray for you with Aaron’s words,
the Lord bless you
and keep you
make his face to shine upon you
Lift up his countenance upon you and give you peace.

Bless your offering as a beloved son:
Heal your pain
Remove your shame
Become fully alive
Boldly pursuing, destiny-fulfilling
Singing the songs of Heaven’s Son.

Saturday, May 26, 2018

O God

To have and to hold;
but God if you will not give that (now)
your life I still receive, 
your life in me
your breath through me
O God,
life of life.

Thursday, May 24, 2018

Up too late mad poetry

I've got that fire and God I'm mad-
Her rattling disclosure,
Mad at our fathers abandonment and neglect,
The pain that still springs while shards reflect.

Up too late and self-pity sad
With all the white lusting poets heeding only bread
That tastes like death
With hubris and dedication they stampede
Invoke the idolatry and commission the feed.

You, spotless One,
Can lead, and do, and will.
This disconnection is not a drill
It's real
It's a reminder not to sidestep
Not to blunt line the heart-time
The only connection worth living for;
All the others poor.

Forgive me,
My comparison veil.

My paltry giving.
My weak loving.
My shame keeping.

Redeeming One,
Rescuing Son,
Come, please.
In my need
Your voice,
let me hear it.
This ship
please steer it.
This wreck
write it.
This wretch
ignite it.

Quench my mad fire with Your ever-consuming flame.

Tuesday, May 22, 2018

Beauty's offering (Indebted to Hannah Hurnard)

crescendo to the kitchen table,
dazily laying, split in thirds 
tripartite papaya colored curves
naked stalk still stretching above like a humming bird's beak
detached from stem, severed from root,
inevitable fading
The stamens slope, pollen spills
gently arching petals like crumpled tissue paper,
the gift opened, the wrapping discarded

Still, an offering
'I blossomed'
I gave myself and will give myself
to the end

Friday, May 18, 2018

I will (A birthday reflection)

I will try to live life, my days, 
In ways 
That are marked by love
And radiating joy

I will not fear the failure
The disappointment 
Bound in Self, placed on others
expectations, perceptions 

I will keep learning to grieve, well 
To let go
To seek comfort and healing for pain in Father’s hands

Held,
Humbled
Hopeful.

Wednesday, May 16, 2018

Inspiration


A line, word, idea or scene,
to try and turn a pretty, pithy phrase
to satisfy the hunger to create

The drive to release, planting the seed for fruiting
no more buried within but set free

The anger, infatuation, the rising charge
to enumerate on a fa-fa-feeling

The awe, the prayer, the exposition, the humiliation
to prostrate in worship of Divinity

Inspiration:
it's the sunlight glancing through the birch leaves in spring,
newly fledged and fresh and green
before the summer's sun fades the vivid stage
and wind and dust coat the frame

To pause beside beauty and
just be.

Monday, May 14, 2018

Power of bended knee

Satan trembles when he sees the weakest Christian on his knees.
-William Cowper

Sunday, May 13, 2018

To release / John 12

I am perishing
Without your vision
I am craving
Your direction
Confirming the desires I’ve been carrying

Oh galaxy spanning story spinning matchlessly redeeming One!

This is dying is painful
I am this seed
Falling to the ground like wheat
The germinating in cold and darkness
Unseen, underground
Rebirthing
Growing into a new stalk
With hundreds of generations
To release.

Truly, truly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit. Whoever loves his life loses it, and whoever hates his life in this world will keep it for eternal life. If anyone serves me, he must follow me; and where I am, there will my servant be also. If anyone serves me, the Father will honor him. - John 12:24-26

Saturday, May 12, 2018

Peniel / Genesis 32

Let me wrestle with You 
Until I get my blessing.
Striving
Until day breaks,
Unrelenting 
Until I get what’s entitled to me.

It’s the naming
It’s the scarring
It’s the Named One proclaiming, “the battle is won”
It’s the hopeless one left alone,
Prevailing as the sun is rising.