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Thank you for visiting my poetry blog. The poems are a reflection of my life and faith in Jesus Christ. I am in the process of re-organizing the blog, adding new poems periodically. Several have been removed and now appear in Drawing Close.

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Christmas 336 A.D.

traditions
of old
mixing
in Jesus
attempted
removal
of the
disputable god
pagan diety Deus Sol Invictus Mithra
celebrating winter soltice,invincible sun
marked by drunkenness and idolotry
birthday of The Roman Saturnalia
vestiges
of paganism
Dec. 25th
evergreens
yule log
mistletoe
and holly
santa and
jingle bells
hanging to
new birth
overcome
by the
Son
on the
Cross

Thoughts From The Backyard Swing

beneath the peaceful towering oak
we sleepishly glide through the breeze of twilight
breathing in the last of cool summer air:
quiet thoughts replenish my weary soul
echoing come, sit, rest with me,
untangle from the chaos of the day.
the two of us, together, in moon-made silence
watch evening settle over dusty distant fields;
earth's parched dirt, rises up, crumbles
the rose petal's fragrance dissipates with season's end;
sounds of today whirl around me.
I pause, listen, head bowed
a child's sleepy whisper of prayer
drifts through the solemn hush of neighboring yard;
praise His name,
His word endures forever

Light of The World

The veil drawn
darkness smothers the sun
one perfect flesh
suffers alone
in deathly silence
for man's seething mass of
corruption
torments of hell
for a lost world
uttered cries of woe
Eli Eli lama sabachthani
a ransom for all
redeemed by the
blood of Christ

still...

the veil torn
at Calvary
hangs opaque
in the hearts of many
laced in self
by threads woven
of earthly desires
broken communion
lost in darkness

arise
oh troubled soul
sing
with one voice

Jesus is the Light of the World

World Without End

in communion with the
Creator of heaven and earth
I am partaker of
a world without end

assured of eternity
my life in His
immersed in the goodness
of the Kingdom heart
filled with righteousness
peace and joy

no longer poor in spirit
now a companion of the most High
residing in holy union with
the infinite mighty God

where light overcomes dark
faith withstands doubts
where the need to love
is greater than being loved
and death has no reign

I belong in His land
redemptively pursued
where there is no soul destruction
to a life lived in response
to Bethlehem's miracle
and Calvary's sacrifice

partaker of a world without end
safe in the Kingdom of God

Anticipation

she wakes and unlocks all the streams
jeweled fingers
break the icy bonds
scattered seed yield fragrant flowers
swollen buds burst forth in fruitful bloom
over the hills a balmy breeze is felt
swaying branches of leafing trees
antlered deer quench their thirst at dawn
along the streams enchanted path
flashy robins in scarlet vest
return with morning carols
to a gaily painted sky of morning
crimson
blue and yellow
later slashed with whips of fire
as the sun dips to rest

you are loved more with each return
oh gentle maiden Spring

Ordained Participation

He hears:
a simple euphonic call
from the sparrows tiny syrinx
filling the air with song
~
the flutists' embouchure
as each breath resonates
warm enchanting expression
~
the soft cadence
of a nightime lullably
silencing the newborn's cry

He sees:
the lonely soul
dismissing years of yesterdays
reaching for harmony
in hope of tomorrow
~
the blood of the martyrs
as seeds for His church
each bearing his own cross
~
the innocent child
confused alone and weeping
on bended knee with head bowed

He touches:
the most desolate
conditions
rejuvenates with His presence
~
bittered and angry hearts
and transforms
with understanding and forgiveness
~
wounded and suffering
bodies
with healing and answered prayer

He said:
"And behold I am coming quickly
My reward is with me
to give to every one according
to his work.

I am the Alpha and the Omega
the Beginning and the End
The First and the Last"
(Rev. 22:12,13)

Beloved

may our children see
you and me
our bond complete
withstanding the differences
threatening to separate
two lives joined, perfected in Him

through treacherous mountain pass
or quiet winding stream
let them see our lives
flourishing and fragrant as
the plush green meadows of spring

draw close my beloved
find rest in the soft whisper of
evening's breeze
live in the quiet of my heart
in this journey of forever

My Heart's Joy

here You are
in between the
winter storm of
whirling snow

clinging

warming

a treasured
breath of love
my heart's Joy




"Fear not, for I am with thee"
(Isaiah 43:5).

Sunrise/Sunset

Sunrise
daybreak,Creator
awaiting, arising, fascinating
east, dawn, west, dusk
stunning, descending, evening,
nightfall, Creator
Sunset







Footnote:Poetry (A Diamante)

Good Morning

I arise from quiet night

of roaming in fields of dreamland
walk arm in arm with Love
to gaze upon the water
as waves dance at my feet

pebbles chase
one another shoreward

trees cast their shadow
over
wildflowers heavy with dew

a gentle breeze
soft as the breath of an infant
whispers through the branches
kisses each blossom
angel fingers touch them
awakening their sweet fragrance

Good Morning

Love's Breeze

I sat with the wind
felt it caress my face
gently flowing at first
like a breeze
a whisper of love
bringing the sweet taste
of freedom
a song to the soul

it swept over me
gently
swiftly
careful in its approach
with no warning of it's struggles
until its momentum
twisted
powerful in its force
rushing mighty
beating at the heart
now a giver and a taker

mystical is the wind
like a love that
becomes your every breath
controlling every move
it surrounds never to be owned
consumes the whole being
the wind like love
free to fly
created and tempered
tamed by His command

Press On

Do you hear the agony of the
scrape of the reed across
the parchment crammed
with empty words echoing
the ache in the heart of
darkness and despair
under-currents of lusts
and desires of this world,
failures, rejections, twisted thoughts
turned inward to self

or

Do you hear the gentle glide
of a gold filled quill
of His precious inscriptions
abundant and flowing from the heart
of His course pre-destined
and mapped with
sanctification, grace, mercy,
love and hope in a re-newed
spirit of committment

You, whom He has met
on the road to Damascus,
are a new being now,
bursting with words of truth
having tasted plenty
of the sweet honeycomb
regrets are no cause to
deter and stagnate
let the pen be raised
to pursue His will and
and proclaim His victory

A Little Haiku

our history
with its flickering lamp



stumbles along the
trail of the past

reconstructing scenes
reliving  it's echoes

re-kindling with pale gleams
the passion of former years......