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 kicked 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. 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

 

 

When the foundations are being destroyed, what can the righteous do?  Psalm 11:3

 

 

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?

blacksmith bellows

“…They will beat their swords into plowshares and their spears into pruning hooks.  Nation will not take up sword against nation, nor will they train for war anymore.”  (Isaiah 2:4)


 

hammer clangs anvil

iron thrust into fire’s white heart

sweating over forge

skilled craftsman shapes legacy

in horseshoes and kettle hooks

 

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photo by lynn


Find more information on the process at:  Beautiful Iron      Linking to CDHK 

ephphatha: be opened

Prayer in “quadrille” form, exactly forty-four words…link to dVerse Poets


 

Open my hands

to receive extravagant grace

Open my ears

to hear shepherd’s voice

Open my eyes

to see beauty of narrow way

Open my mind

to know transforming truth

Open my mouth

to speak words of hope

Open my heart

to love courageously.

 


Jesus spoke “Ephphatha!” to deaf/mute man (see Mark 7:31-37)

vulnerable-ability

we come needy,
“damaged goods”
in pretty wrapping
eager for relationship
a safe place to unpack
the assortment of our
mismatched baggage
yet we unintentionally
wound each other
with wary words both
spoken and unspoken
gestures misconstrued
whether subconscious
malice or callous
thoughtlessness
we’re here together
with scars and scabs
as we pretend to
search for fresh
bandages even as
we hope for real
healing found only
in true forgiveness.

“Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you.” (Ephesians 4:32)

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