A Chill in the Air

On Tuesday you cried

upon my shoulder,

trusting Jesus to save

your soul.

On Friday you played

the entertainer, making light

of fearful faces in the room.

~

You left us in November

as the cold was setting in.

~

You danced in the face of death,

a can of beer in your hand.

But morning came with raindrops,

in your bed you would remain.

You communicated in silence,

lids weighted with eternal sleep.

~

You left us in November

as the cold was setting in.

~

We ate brownies topped

with ice cream, while the lesbian

hugged the Catholic and God’s

Spirit sweetly smiled.

We laughed through tears

as we remembered; said

our prayers to fill the void.

~

You left us in November

as the cold was setting in.

~

I said goodbye on Thursday,

and left roses in the snow.

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The Lamb Is Slain

Unimaginable Love pours its richest perfume on dusty feet

Innocence drinks of death’s dark poison

Holiness breaks forth in bloom

Let Me Not Forget

From all fear You’ve set me free.
From all sin my heart does flee.
From all doubt I’m clear to be
From all You gave upon the tree.

It is Your sweetness they taste in me.
It is Your love, in these eyes, they see.
It is Your peace that floods like sea.
It is You — it is not me.

Published in: on May 29, 2011 at 7:33 pm  Leave a Comment  
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Mortal’s Marquee

Facades of granite can’t displace
the reality of this solemn place
Souls of those in heaven’s embrace
Peacefully abide

No pretense found upon the face
of stones that mark this resting place
Runner has finished his final race
Pride now laid aside

Numbers etched on mortal’s marquee
Speaks of time which passes swiftly
From my grasp it will always flee
Can’t hold back the tide

Gather round me spirits set free
Sing songs of sure eternity
Whisper to me beneath this tree
Do not my presence chide

Long on this earth I shall not be
The face of God I’m called to see
No fear in that, you will agree
Loves us as His bride

We leave this world with little trace
(except for love seen upon our face)
Placed there by touch of Maker’s grace
With Him we will reside

Published in: on September 29, 2010 at 4:19 pm  Leave a Comment  
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By Darkness Bound

 

She clutched an ancient crucifix
Ebony amulet of religious lore
Crushed her flesh with fearful grip
Trembling steps on cold stone floor

Eyes send darts to shadowed corners
Chaos reigns in her heart and mind
Surround is painted in hazy blur
Hand outstretched as one who’s blind

In cathedral walls she places trust
To keep her safe from evil foe
Hiding from the vampire’s lust
Cloaked in night to drain life’s flow

Faith is put in wooden symbol
Peace for her cannot be found
Outer darkness makes her tremble
Inner darkness keeps her bound

Love’s Transforming Gaze

Want that I could find, just words to describe,
Love felt at Your Touch, heart’s vision of Eyes
Known fully to be, and quite wholly Other,
Yet voice and vestige seeming all familiar

Infinite Love of perfect heart
Caresses deeper than all can know
Pain of sin’s temporal anguish
Entwined as one within pith’s flow

Humble face (I see it still)
Love and pain remit their gaze
Will you trust, is all I’m asked
No promise made or fears allayed

Reveals of Spirit doth soul awake
No deeds suffice a Love so grand
Bequeaths an answer of me to make
Life’s choice this night was in your plan

Nail scarred hand, who can reject,
When offered with such gentle care
I’ve walked with Thee from then till now
My life transformed– beyond compare!

Published in: on June 29, 2009 at 2:27 pm  Leave a Comment  

Wings of Prayer

The strength and beauty of the Family of God as they carry one another’s burdens in prayer.

Heaviness lifted
Darkness dispelled
Sun shines brighter
Anxiety quelled

Sister and brother
Their burdens share
Answer comes on
Wings of prayer

God’s design
It’s perfectly fit
Within His family
As one we’re knit

Loads are lighter
Joys increased
United in Spirit—

Father is pleased

Published in: on June 25, 2009 at 3:53 pm  Leave a Comment  

Grace and Mercy on the Table

Grace and mercy, they’re a common staple,
found often on the Christian’s table.

Definitions abound in theological text.
Fed to us weekly in our worship mix.

Yet the taste of these delicacies
seem hidden from our pallet.

But guilt and duty, these we savor,
a steady diet to be consumed.

It’s easy to blame those who’re serving.
It’s they who make us feel undeserving.

But who changed the menu thus?
Was it really them? Or was it us?

In the end it rests with me,
that the Lord is good, to taste and see.

If this we should now discover,
perhaps we’ll then apply – to one another

Published in: on May 27, 2009 at 11:16 am  Leave a Comment  

Resurrection Found in a Place of Death

Ode to a man esteemed of God, Joseph of Arimathea, puller of nails.

Man of wealth, member of the Council
Secret follower, waiting for the Kingdom
Made to choose.
Can’t condemn.

Go to Pilate, ask permission
Buy some linen, ask for help.
Can’t leave him there.
Can’t leave him there.

Nails pulled, body taken down
Blood stains on my clothes.
Why am I here?
Why am I doing this?

Wrap in linen, add the spices
Nicodemus give me help.
Where are his friends?
Where is the family?

What good will it do?
He’s dead, he’s gone, miracles are over.
What will it cost me?
My position, my status, my wealth?

Nothing to give him but a tomb in the rock.
What do I get back?
What difference will it make?
My tomb, my site of death,
is now a resurrection place.

Published in: on May 11, 2009 at 2:28 pm  Leave a Comment  

Casting of Stones

Tisk, tisk. Isn’t it sad? So caught in their religion.
Repeating prayers and holding beads.
Hallelujah! Amen! Another chorus, please.

They kneel when they pray, the sign of the cross
We know better than that, much more holy
We lift our hands and shout out boldly.

Chants and hymns, a polka mass?
Robes and caps, incense swung widely
Will they never learn? It’s just not godly.

We’ve learned the language
We know how to talk.
Are you saved? Been blessed?
Do you walk the walk?

No sprinkling here, we’ve been immersed.
Bread and wine, crackers and juice
We don’t do the Eucharist.

It’s a little sad don’t you think?
All this posturing and puffing of chests
Us evangelicals are really a mess.

Yes, I’ll own up to it.
I’m part of your clan.
Well versed in scripture that I am.

Love my brothers and sisters too
But it makes me cringe from time to time
As I hear the others that we malign.

Can’t we show just a little grace?
Step on down from our ivory towers?
Are THEIR traditions really worse than OURS?

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