sabbath lament

In sympathy with families of Jewish victims at Tree of Life synagogue in Pittsburgh

 

worshipers struck down—

husband/wife
brothers
doctor

how long, O Lord?

 

madman with weapons—

radicalized
paranoid
hateful

how long, O Lord?

 

anti-semitic violence—

old testament
middle ages
world war

how long, O Lord?

 

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“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted…”    (Psalm 34:18a)

 

 

personal notes on 23rd psalm

 

The Lord is my shepherd,

i admit to sheepishness; like a foolish, fearful, lost lamb

 

I shall not be in want.

Jesus is all i really want, all i’ll ever need

 

He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters,
he restores my soul.

my provider sustains and renews me with peace for body and soul

 

He guides me in paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.

he leads me on the right path for my good and his honor

 

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil,

the world is a dangerous place but i need not fear evil’s threats

 

for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me

my shepherd is ready to protect, defend, and rescue me

 

You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies.

i will sit at the king’s table and enjoy his triumphal feast

 

You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.

you raise me up to all i can be; my life spills your joy

 

Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life,

you are the Lover who pursues me… relentlessly

 

and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.

abiding in his presence is my true forever home

 


– Inspired by summer sermon series by Dr. Justin Bailey 

mortal immortality

And the Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.   -Genesis 2:7  (KJV)

 

the soul

is a spark

is a flicker

is a flame

 

lit by holy fire

fanned by living breath

 

exhaled into existence

encoded in DNA

embodied in flesh

enveloped in love

 

to live

to learn

to laugh

to lament

 

until death separates.

 

never extinguished

ever released

 

to an eternity of life’s choice:

with or without the Keeper of souls.

 

 


Inspired, in part, by the scribblings of the beautiful souls who are dVerse Poets.

inheritance of fools

Wrote this “grey haibun” to share at dVerse Poets pub…

 

A mist of grey grief hangs over us all. Roll call of promising youth, senselessly gunned down before their prime, grows irreversibly longer even as numbers of disconnected, angry youth swell precipitously. Education leaves God out, letting demons in.

Hate disrespects human dignity. Rage destroys human life. Violence disregards meaning of community. Selfishness and rudeness rule (un)social media. We refuse to walk in the life-giving Light; choosing to crawl into the darkness of our own souls.

The civilization of Man is graying fast. Without fear of God, we will fear each other.  Beauty of human culture  fades. We follow a suicidal path and wonder how to write our own obituary.

 

ashes to ashes

ravens cry over ruins

grey twilight descends

 

 


An insightful article regarding philosophical reasons for school shootings HERE

 

rooted faith

 

tiny mustard seed

birds find shade in its branches

surprising kingdom

grows into life-spreading tree

from minuscule beginnings

 

 

 

Luke 13:18 & 19

our hope rises

 

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from Colossians 1:27  –  photo by lynn

creating beauty

 

creating beauty

spiritual transformation

God is the potter

 

steady pressure on life’s wheel

reforms wet clay in love’s hands

 

pottery
title and image from Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

 

He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end.

Ecclesiastes 3:11 (NIV)

rainbow colors

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photo by lynn

 

 

Red as sunrise before looming storm

Orange as gopher wood bark inside ark

Yellow as fierce eyes of boarding panthers

Green as wild foamy breakers of floodwaters

Blue as heavens after dark rainclouds clear

Indigo as robe of Noah, kneeling by altar

Violet as passion of God’s forever promise

 

I have set my rainbow in the clouds, and it will be the sign of the covenant between me and the earth.   (Genesis 9:13)

 


You can participate  in colours writing prompt at Ramblings of a Writer 🙂

hope not seen

Sharing with dVerse…fits earlier prompts for list poem and sensory play.

 

hope smells

like fresh petrichor

of welcome spring rain

 

hope tastes

like first juicy tomato

of sun-ripened summer

 

hope sounds

like migration call

of swan o’er autumn field

 

hope feels

like flickering flame

of log in winter hearth

 

For in this hope we were saved. Now hope that is seen is not hope. For who hopes for what he sees? But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience.

(Romans 8:24-25 ESV)

what wondrous love!

 

greek word “agape”

God’s unconditional love

reaches for rebels

 

he humbly disrobed

to wash Judas’ dirty feet

king assumed servant role

 

he lay down own life

to pay ransom for captives

sweat pressed in garden

 

Jesus’ sacrifice

blood shed on altar for sin

perfect Lamb of God

 

remembering him

my first love, true love, best love

sing with gratitude

we can only imagine

There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God…    Ps. 46:4

joyful
river of
liquid glass
crystal clear
stream of
perpetual
living water
flows, grows
ever deeper
cleansing
quenching
refreshing
as peace
passing
through
the new
jerusalem
eternal city
of God’s
kingdom
and our
forever
home

O little town…


 

“You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace;
the mountains and hills will burst into song before you,
and all the trees of the field will clap their hands.” –Isaiah 55:12

 

Everyone lives in a little town

obscure village, speck in space

lost in universe we are but dust

 

Creator sees, our father knows

us too intimately, enters a virgin

(god in a womb)  angels sing glory!

 

He came and is coming still to

every little town, knocks at door

will you let great JOY move… inn?

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