Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Battered Bolt


This bolt must have a tale of woe--
Machinery that fell apart.
And how soon did the owner know
That things weren't good like at the start?

And did an injury ensue?
And did he lose a precious load?
We're only guessing (me and you)
Just why this bolt was in the road.

Some people, too, are battered: Bent
And rusty from the lives they've led.
And we can wonder where they went went
Before they looked so nearly dead.

They once seemed fresh and clean and bright...
Young children singing, playing games,
But then came terrors in the night
Or dragon jaws, or smoke and flames.

The bolt I'll throw away as trash,
But people are a different thing.
The one who seems all soot and ash
May still wake up and dance and sing.

For I am not ashamed of the gospel, for it is the power of God for salvation to everyone who believes, to the Jew first and also to the Greek. (Romans 1:16 ESV)

Sunday, April 28, 2013

The Party's Past


   The party's past.
   Balloons now gone.
   The cake is stale,
   And I am tired.
   So, would you like
   Another piece?



Sunday, April 21, 2013

Praise for the Creator


Holy God,
    Three in person,
    One in name and strength and will,
I can never praise your name enough.
You have made the worlds-stars unfurled.
You've designed the mighty mountains
And the surging seas
And the dainty flowers
And the fuzzy bees.
You have made mankind,
And you've made me,
And all the good I see or smell
Or taste or touch
Or hear.
It comes from you,
Belongs to you,
Returns to you.
Accept my feeble praise
For your magnificent ways.


When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars, which you have set in place,
what is man that you are mindful of him,
and the son of man that you care for him? (Psalm 8:3-4, ESV)
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Friday, April 12, 2013

A Great Poet and Me

Poet 1967
Poet 1967 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


His writing's quaint
  and almost prim,
But, hey! I ain't
  a bit like him!

You may have heard
  (it's not a joke)
I strangle words
  until they choke.

I squeeze their sides
  until they bleed.
I thrash their hides
  so you will read.

I make them cough
  or spit for you
And then sign off.
  That's what I do.


Do you see a man skillful in his work?
He will stand before kings;

he will not stand before obscure men. (Proverbs 22:29, ESV)

I don't claim to be a great poet...and no, the image isn't me. In 1967 I didn't think of myself as a poet...but, like this painting, I was young and emaciated and had brown hair.

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Sunday, April 07, 2013

"I Will Follow"

My pastor preached a remarkable sermon this morning on the priority and urgency of following Jesus.
(If the sermon's not there yet, it should be within a day or two.)



I will follow--so we say,
But then life gets in the way.
Sure, we'll follow for a while
If the situations smile,
But may turn around and run
If there's grief instead of fun.
We must calculate the cost--
If all earthly pleasure's lose,
Tell me--is it worth the price
To be following the Christ?

I will follow--so we say.
Will we follow all the way?

As they were going along the road, someone said to him, “I will follow you wherever you go.” And Jesus said to him, “Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head.” (Luke 9:57-58, ESV)


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Friday, April 05, 2013

Spring's Here. The winter's gone.

I found this robin egg on the ground. If it had been in a nest, I would not have touched it.


Fresh breezes blow
The robins sing
Fresh flowers grow
And it's spring

The time is past
For wintry ice
The heat comes fast
But now is nice

It's time to lift
Your voice in praise
For God's good gift
Of springtime days

Ask rain from the Lord in the season of the spring rain,
from the Lord who makes the storm clouds,
and he will give them showers of rain,
to everyone the vegetation in the field.
(Zechariah 10:1 ESV)

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