enduring enigma

two beings, alike yet
opposite, attracted
like magnets (even
at times, repulsed)
will dare commit to
co-join in covenant
for a lifetime…how?

puzzling pieces fit,
monogamy wasn’t
meant as monotony.
God’s created design
established in Eden
cannot be denied,
ignored or forgotten.

patterned after Him,
the self-sacrifice is
worth it, revealing
true love is faithful,
life can be renewed,
and His eternal love-
stronger than death.


I  wrote this poem (unknowingly) the same afternoon my son asked his sweetheart to marry him, so I joyfully dedicate it to Lorn & Jessica!

 

12-14 weeks conceived

 

 

developing young one

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photo by Lennart Nilsson

learns comfort of thumb

inside warm, watery world,

of safe and secret sanctuary

 

tiny ears tuned to listen

to thrum of momma’s heartbeat,

fetal heart swishes double-time

in syncopated love song

 

ineffable miracle of life,

daddy anticipates the birth

by considering unique name,

for precious persona.

 

under his wings

 

God covers me

with his gentle hand

like a warm coat

in winter winds.

 

He covers me

with his wide mercy

like a big umbrella

in spring downpour.

 

He covers me

with his tender love

like a bridal tent

in summer sun.

 

He covers me

with his life’s blood

like a full pardon

in fall starkness.

 

He covers me

with his eternal grace

like a safe shelter

in all seasons.

 

“We live under an umbrella of goodness and mercy.”  (Pastor T. on Psalm 23)

“I am my beloved’s and he is mine…his banner over me is love.” (Song of Songs)

 

tears or…tears?

 

old quilt fabric thins

sewn in love by aunt now gone

accept the finite

_______

Linking with CDHK today…

driftwood

–dedicated to my brother, Dale, who is a safe harbor

 

“i am an island!” he declared,

staking his flag in the sand;

she shook her head laughing,

“how so?” but she already

understood his answers.

 

other shores beckoned her

yet he seemed content to

stay, digging in soft sands;

she paddled to a far harbor

uncertain when she’d return.

 

aren’t we all little islands?

“i mean, you’re there and i’m

here with an ocean of words

between us”…not to mention

thoughts, plans and dreams.

 

always creating ripples in

concentric circles, our ever-

widening waves roll outward

to crash in foamy surf upon

others’ glistening shores.

 

“why not leave your island?”

she urged but he insisted that

he liked his own beach view;

so we keep paddling rowboats

to reach each other’s worlds.

 

in space between, we send sea gulls and

glass bottles carrying messages of love.

 

 

______________

Thanks to Claudia at d’Verse for challenging us to use conversation…

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thank you, Jesus,

for crediting my debit

account with your

righteous deposit;

paying my bail bond

with forever love that

is more than enough,

adding the generous

interest of God’s mercy

and writing my name

into your will as an

unlikely heiress of our

Father’s kingdom with

free daily benefits of

the Spirit’s gifts plus

an out-of-this-world

retirement plan;

such an offer i’d be

a fool to refuse.

 

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shared with Love Idol movement, based on book (of same title) by Jennifer Dukes Lee

 

 

capital crimes

 

how dying

Jew on cross

draws all

of us to

him?

 

bloody bruised body

exposed thirsty agony

shameless naked gore

 

sacrifice paid as ransom…

how do we understand love?

 

 

 

my valentine

 

He said, “I do”

so he did, does,

and will too!

 

with heart and hands

he works the land,

tends to livestock,

builds a farm,

loves his wife and

babes in arms.

 

thank you, honey,

for the sweetness

you’ve stirred into

my life’s cup!

 

sentimental sonnet

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dear valentine, please take me for a drive

and even though i sit on the far side

just reach for me and pull me close tonight,

forgive the angry words or times we’ve lied.

yes, you work hard to earn a farmer’s wage

and for our farm and family i have saved —

our sons, five strong; each one best work we made.

my heart still leaps to see your smiling face!

but if old age or health demand a nurse

remember promises we vowed in church

together stay for better or for worse,

so we will always share a common purse.

on thirty years of love we now look back

and know we have the Lord to thank for that.

___________

 

…and a “thank you” to tony maude at d’verse poets pub for the “bouts-rimes” (rhymed ends) provided

poiema

 

farmer

so solid

yet sweet

as Iowa

corn

blond

and tan

radiating

the sun’s

warmth

honey

you will

always be

my golden

boy

 

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