Jesus | a poem in my pocket

look up

21 Sep 2020 20 Comments

by lynn__ in quadrille, scripture Tags: freedom, hope, Jesus, sky, surrender

A photo and quadrille of 44 words for dVerse poets on “sky” theme…

i desire to be
a prisoner of hope
captivated by love

learning to surrender
to ultimate good will;

transformed, renewed,
impassioned and freed

to serve, unreservedly, as
we await full redemption

when Jesus, our glorious
hope, returns in blazing
sky with power to reign!

“Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have gained access by faith into this grace in which we now stand. And we boast in the hope of the glory of God. “

(Romans 5:1 & 2 NIV)

love divine

24 May 2019 19 Comments

by lynn__ in ghazal Tags: blessed, father, Jesus, ransom, spirit, true love

dear Jesus, son of Father God above
Spirit confirms you are my one true love

for you created me in mother’s womb
you chose me from the start as own true love

Father, you are attentive to my prayers
the details of my life blessed by true love

my Savior, you gave up your life for mine
high ransom paid, you claim me as true love

you have forgiven my unfaithfulness
and will remain forever first true love

sweet Spirit gently speak to weary heart
to reassure Lynn you’re her best true love!

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This is my attempt at writing a ghazal. A ghazal is usually about love, either romantic or divine. It is written in couplets with a repeating refrain. In English, the meter is natural, like iambic pentameter. The final line includes the author’s name. Gay Reiser Cannon shares samples of the ghazal form at dVerse Poets pub…

to citizens of secret kingdom

04 Dec 2018 19 Comments

by lynn__ in quadrille, quote, scripture Tags: cheer, fear, grace, injustice, Jesus, peace, trouble

“I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.” – Jesus (John 16:33)

what have you to fear?

suffering betrayal and injustice by ones you trusted

evil gaining power to wreak havoc and violence

what have you to cheer?

love, grace, forgiveness…received and given

good stands stronger than evil and will overcome

peace has your back!

A quadrille with the word “cheer” and something secret…linking to dVerse poets pub!

love’s thorns

09 Nov 2018 2 Comments

by lynn__ in american sentence Tags: die, Jesus, love, rose, thorns

Rose of Sharon

wore crown of thorns

as he stretched out arms to die

…for me

A Rose Amongst the Thorns by Reaper xxiv

none quick enough

11 Sep 2018 15 Comments

by lynn__ in quadrille Tags: court, Jesus, judge, law, supreme

De hosts “quick” quadrille at dVerse and I remembered the line from Apostles’ Creed. “Quick” may be archaic for “living” (which we use now) but still fits.

“He will come to judge the quick and the dead.”

who appoints us
to be another’s judge?

who designates our
high court as supreme?

who dares to live
as law unto himself?

Someday each one will tremble
on holy ground in Judge Jesus’ presence.

personal notes on 23rd psalm

16 Jul 2018 4 Comments

by lynn__ in scripture Tags: evil, Jesus, Lover, peace, sheep, shepherd, table

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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

crowds follow

25 Apr 2018 16 Comments

by lynn__ in quadrille Tags: confrontation, gather, healing, home, instruction, Jesus, street, synagogue

Lillian “gathers” poets to write quadrilles at dVerse this week…

Gather
for instruction
in synagogue
teacher sits down,
unrolls scripture scroll
“I have come”

Gather
for confrontation
in street
demon-possessed boy
falls, foams, rolls on ground
“Evil be gone.”

Gather
for healing
in home
lame man stands, rolls up mat
“You’re made whole.”

way of Christ’s triumphal entry (beggar)

photo by lynn

triduum

29 Mar 2018 11 Comments

by lynn__ in haiku series, senryu Tags: blood, body, cross, Jesus, passover, sacrifice

Linking to Frank Tassone’s haiku challenge…

maundy thursday meal

passover lamb serves supper

taste body and blood

good friday trial

soldiers nail God to wood beams

love’s great sacrifice

silent saturday

women weep while Jesus sleeps

he will rise again!

1510 fragment – Matthias Grunewald, Netherlands

INRI stems from the Latin phrase ‘Iesus Nazarenus Rex Iudaeorum‘ meaning ‘Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews’. This was the notice Pontius Pilate nailed to the cross.

palms for alms

25 Mar 2018 2 Comments

by lynn__ in haibun, senryu, troiku, worship Tags: beggar, hosanna, Jerusalem, Jesus, King, palms

I am that beggar on the ancient road of cobbled stones in Jerusalem, begging alms in the city of the king, near David’s tomb. The Passover crowds pass by me on their way through the golden gate to the Temple mount, singing songs of ascent. I limp out of the chaotic throng, pressing my back against the stone wall and clutching my empty cup. What is that I hear? Shouts of “Hosanna, save us”! Now I see ecstatic children waving palm branches before a rabbi astride a young horse; no, he rides a humble donkey. As they pass, Jesus looks into my eyes; a gaze that overwhelms me with compassion. I pick up a palm frond as the shofar sounds the call to worship: “Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord.”

crowds shout hosannas

rejoice in the coming king

my cup overflows

royalty free stock photo

the source

14 Feb 2018 5 Comments

by lynn__ in free verse Tags: God, Jesus, life, love, unconditional, valentines

I John 4:19

Jesus IS…the first,

best,

greatest,

true love of my life.

God IS…the author

of all real love.

He pursues his own with a

relentless,

unconditional,

irresistible gracious love.

In fact,

“God is crazy about YOU…and there’s nothing you can do about it!”

(to quote an anonymous coffee cup)

happy valentines day

falling UP

11 Sep 2017 2 Comments

by lynn__ in rhyming verse Tags: faith, fear, God, guilt, Jesus, mission, reconcile

This simple poem reads like original McGuffey Reader style!

“TRY one small Bite,”

hissed snake to Eve;

By APPetite,

they were DeceiveD.

It was our FALL

when parents fell;

As rebels ALL

were Doomed to heLL.

Adam hid from God

in Guilt and Shame;

His Son walked sod,

JESUS, his Name.

His Mission here:

Be Reconciled,

relieve our FEAR,

make me God’s Child

By FAITH we can

know Love, hold Peace

and from our bond-

AGE find Release !

meditation

14 Apr 2017 6 Comments

by lynn__ 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