too busy for God
past moment of redemption
forever thirsty
Linking to The Lent Project which includes a powerful poem by Billy Collins…
distracted to death?
11 Apr 2025 6 Comments
in senryu Tags: distraction, God, hell, redemption, thirst
who will save the poets?!
17 Mar 2025 26 Comments
in prosery Tags: creation, destruction, hell, life, light, lullaby, rebels
Bjorn invites us to write 144 words of prosery incorporating a specific line from Leonard Cohen…check out prompt at dVerse Poets.
We desire the source; seek essence of light, love, and life itself.
Recognize great I AM who ignited the sun, hung the moon, sparked stars, spun planets. He formed man in His image from earth’s dirt and breathed life into limp lungs. Ribbing aside, he brought woman to help lonely man and declared pairing to be very good. Their love would fill the earth with children.
But the Enemy, who hates God and his creation, deceives willing humans with promises of autonomy, wealth, and power. We’ve become a race of rebels, bent on destruction of ourselves, each other, and our garden planet. We turn away from a loving Father and insist on choosing shadowed paths.
So you want it darker? We can blow out flickering candles of hope one by one …but do you ever wonder if there’s a lullaby for suffering in hell?
who has ears to hear…
01 Aug 2018 14 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: demons, ears, fire, hell, silence, sin
Hell may
assault ears with
unearthly shrieks of
self-condemned rebels
tortured by vicious demons,
an infernal crackling
of eternal fire,
but worse yet
will be the
echoing miseries of sin,
utter absence of love,
awful silence of God.
meditation
14 Apr 2017 6 Comments
in free verse Tags: blood, cross, hell, Jesus, rescuer, sinners
La via dolorosa
the way of suffering
tell me, Who would
choose to suffer?
Plenty of suffering
here to go around:
pain, grief
rejection, loneliness
bullying, abuse
derision, disease, death.
None of us immune
all of us sinners
except the immutable Son of man.
He chose the via dolorosa
only he could
only he would
bear all our misery and loss
on rough wooden beams of
a Roman cross:
ugly method of torture
cruel means of execution
for common criminals.
What crime deserved piercing?
His uncommon love for us
pierced his magnanimous heart
spilled gracious agape love
to wash our dirt clean away…
His via dolorosa is
our way home to the Father,
who turned away from
our hideous sins
borne on the bleeding back
of his beloved son.
Shadows fell on his
forsaken and disfigured form
when he descended into hell
Praise God, now we will never be forsaken
we need not smell the sulphur or feel the heat.
Let us kiss the nail printed feet
of our Redeemer – Rescuer
who walked the cobbled streets
of the via dolorosa uphill to Calvary.
a poem in my pocket 