The congregation eyed him skeptically
Long hair, a beard and sandals on his feet
Beyond his exterior they’d not see
This rambler had just come in from the street
He blessed himself with the sign of the cross
And joined fully in each hymn that was sung
It was soon apparent it was their loss
When he greeted God with a gentle tongue
“Lord, You sent Your Son to roam on this earth
His hair was long and to some seemed unkempt
And when He preached, insults were often hurled
But He was not repelled by their contempt
“And so, Lord, I seek forgiveness for these
Who cannot see beyond the clothes I wear
I’ll not be put down by those I displease
I ask for forgiveness, make them aware
“That Your Son sported sandals and a beard
I ask You judge them not as they judge me”
When the mass ended, the man disappeared
At heaven’s gate his name’s on the marquis
Some of the congregation dwell below
But the homeless man now sits by God’s side
For he had chosen love’s path to follow
Appearances he did never deride
*For Jared's "At First Glance" Contest
Midway upon the journey of our life
I found myself within a forest dark,
For the straightforward pathway had been lost.
Dante Alighieri -"The Divine Comedy, Inferno, Canto I"
Oh seed of Dante, does thy path
in mid-life's turning gone astray
upon a sylvan darkness hath
to tread a rut with feet of clay?
Wast thou that youth of virtue pure
who bargained not with Judgment Day
untempered green convictions sure
before life's tests induced decay?
Did compromise and circumstance
thy dreams of glory put away
to promise them a second chance
if thou but wouldst concede delay?
Rejoice upon thy wisdom learned!
With youth's illusions purged away
there's still a kingdom to be earned.
Persist, persist, and find the way!
Roy Jerden June 28, 2014
Heaven’s light source pure
Radiated light-years beyond
Man’s conscious knowledge
And cosmic understanding.
Various brilliant streetlights
Of the universe charting
Courses through stretches
Of eternal darkness deep.
God keeps this Starlight
True to his very word
For when darkness wins
The keys of enlightenment
Fall prisoner to Lucifer
Who controls them for
His advantage over Man
At odds always with God.
Starlight reflects the way
For mankind’s quest in
Seeking ethereal guidance
And spiritual illumination.
This heavenly pure light
Keeps mankind on track
Despite Lucifer’s intrigues
To do just the opposite.
Man’s Earth time is short
And his date with destiny
Finds his fate held in the
Balance of God’s Hands.
But there is always the
Chance to ask God for
His advice and help—then
Waiting for the answer.
And God’s answer is
Coming in different ways
And—at the end, Salvation
Is granted by the act of God.
Being in God’s arms and
Looking back the way Man
Came reflects that everything
Was part of God’s divine purpose.
God’s grace and protection
On each and every one of the
Stones on the way and back
Was part of God’s divine plan.
At the end it turns out that
Everything was planned
From the very beginning
By you and God together.
The godly part created in
Man is the divine guidance
Which brings everybody
Back into the arms of God.
Now being in conscious awareness
Of God’s plans and creation,
Man can enjoy with inner peace the
Starlight—Heaven’s light source!
Gary Bateman and Ingrid Krukenberg-Bateman,
A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
(January 30, 2015) (Unrhymed Quatrain)
Whisper Of Your Soul
(Soul Listens On A Whisper)
Murmurs soft are sensed, mimic nature, diaphanous clouds spread wide
Settle softer than a translucent butterfly on spring light snow
It is the moon flirting in ebullience, fog rising on a thin film on winds side
Lifting skirts or is it veils? Unknown in this muted light of whispers glow
Mist rolls across the bog, pulls along reluctant virgin night
By golden glow, that holds the sky in humble hush, abeyance in a trance
Tracking down the birth of morning, bursting full of light
Barely able to mutter the words, “the light of day”, the endless dance
You feel the vibrant tones, fold over meadows as you go
A vestigial tiny vessel of a virgin’s secret opens here
Chasing dark away along the marsh with pounding heart to know
The open glen is near, fills up in brilliant colors clear
Soft luscious sounds fall silent on the morning air and then
Listen, it whispers on the minutia of the moment something true
Holds on to quiet in the silent glen
Waiting on a whisper Imbued with truth, soft thoughts of you
Created on 12/16/14 for “Whisper Of Your Soul” Poetry Contest Sponsored by Gail Angel Doyle
Christ Jesus our Savior is waiting for you.
His door stands open wide.
Won't you accept His invitation,
to come and walk inside.
It's sinner's like you and me,
He gave His life to save.
Not one of us is worthy,
but our sins were covered at His grave.
And don't think good people go to heaven.
Because not one of us is good enough,
despite the good deeds that we do,
we're still all sinner's, through and through!
Yet, His saving grace is there for us.
No matter where we are,
or what we've done,
His arms reach out to everyone.
There is no entrance fee to pay.
Just say, Lord Jesus, show me The Way.
And when you enter into God's open door,
you'll hear all heaven's welcome roar.
In deep of woods, I sink into pain’s hell
As footsteps grind heavily on lowland calm,
Where a staring raven cannot foretell,
How near or far I'll be from sorrow’s harm.
While flickers of light descend on relay
Hovering on leaves, grim hues still prevail,
Yet, breaths endure the sting from evening’s play
Till clouds devour my gray doubts, I begin to wail.
And as I droop wearily in bent form,
This lifeline succumbs to uncertainty,
That beads of prayer dissolve before dawn
Compounding all fears beneath the wise tree.
Somehow, a dove climbs on my lap, to show
How the moon rises as new flowers glide;
While Heaven awaits starlight's afterglow
Enshrining this moment where peace abides.
Gail Doyle's Finding God Contest
If I were to venture a sports analogy,
I'd say life most resembles baseball spiritually.
We spend eons preparing in the dugout,
Then nervously strut out to take our time at bat.
The rival coach directing our adversaries
Is the Father Of Lies and man's false philosophies.
His goal is to prevent us from reaching home plate safely.
His team's minions outnumber us near-infinitely.
The rival pitcher has icy practiced steel-like nerves,
And he's struck out many with foul spitballs and curves.
He pitches things like sloth, envy, greed, media idolatry,
Addictions, “Pro Choice”, perversions, porn and other immorality.
Our beloved Coach whispers to us from the dugout.
HE famously scored grand slams when HE went to bat.
If we listen to Our Coach, and with spirit swing fast and hard,
We'll knock those pitcher’s balls clean out of the yard.
HE knows we won’t always hit solid homers,
So HE doesn’t expect us to succeed just as loners.
We might on our swing just make it to first base,
But the team batters behind us can help us reach home base.
Even though the adversary’s minions outnumber us,
Only our choices will allow them to defeat us.
So with our Coach and team we must stand up,
When the Great Umpire of all calls “Batter Up!”.
My heart is on Your shoulders,
And You are lifting me up.
With every spoken tender gesture,
I fall a little farther in love.
Bingo halls and liquor stores,
what's happened to this land?
They call it a reservation,
a word you cannot stand.
The deep gut ache that you feel
as native blood boils deep inside
comes from where spirits roam free
with a fiercely eternal pride.
We will cherish these moments
Because they are few,
But please always remember
I will always love you.
Love in His name.
Saved by grace;
I have some choices to face,
But these are not my decisions to make.
God told me what He wants me to do;
He said, "Listen, Son, I have a plan for you."
Follow your dreams and follow your heart;
God has shown you the path to start.
Never give up and always have faith;
Do what you love and enjoy this place!
I have fallen victim so many times
To nobody's fault except only mine.
I will ask for forgiveness and have faith,
Even though I feel like I am not saved.
On the bank of oblivion’s river
A soul hastily arrives
Wishing to cross on the other side
Where eternity resides
Has been preparing for the crossing
Since the first day of her birth
But now that the moment is so near
She is afraid of her death
More few moments she is begging
For much better to prepare
Before the Charon with his boat
Her, to perpetuity transfers
Death however is adamant
Since to delay he can not
So he is reminding the soul
That it is her mortal lot
With dread she is now boarding
For the trip of no return
But surprised she is to find
That this is of no concern
As the crossing is completed
And the soul disembarks
On the land of sanctified
This is now what remarks
All worries and all burdens
That she carried all along
When imprisoned in the body
In that place don’t belong
For first time she is sensing
Real freedom in her being
Such amount of love and beauty
This world has never seen
At an instance she turns holy
And with angels she soars
To the heavens of the blessed
Where her creator adores!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
16 OCTOBER 2013
*Reposted poem – in honor of our loving poetrysoup friend and a personal friend , Lucilla Charillo, who died on 27 th September 2014! Lucilla, we miss you already! You with God now! Rest In Peace!
Here is Lucilla’s comment on “ THE CROSSING”
Date: 10/16/2013 8:28:00 AM
My friend Demetrios; I have been sad for the past few days, but this really made me cry. This is very heartfelt and touching to the soul. A - 7 and I loved this poem. Thank you so much and God bless you always.... Lucilla
Run, run, run and give it all up!
Into His arms, commend your love!
Through Him, you are saved!
What a beautiful, glorious day!
It's not the same without you;
The days are rainy and the nights are blue.
My heart is crying and God is too,
But we are smiling, waiting here for you.
Lord, I do not know what to do;
Please, lead me by Your side.
Decisions I'm facing are lost and through;
Please, lead me to do what's right.
Rob me of my purity,
But once again it's all my fault;
Fell into the trap of false promises
Because I pressed play instead of pause.
Jesus gave His life for me,
So why shouldn't I do the same?
He took our hurt and misery;
Thank You Jesus for burdening my pain.
You pick me up and fly me away;
Oh my baby, what a beautiful day!
Like a rock, you are strong to withstand the motion,
And your love runs deep, the heart of the ocean.
It's like a weight lifted off of my heart;
I am no longer torn apart.
Thank God you are safe;
Everything is okay.
Completes the Christian Initiation
Sublime cause of Holy Communion
Father Christ changed the bread and wine to His body and blood
Participate actively in the Mass
Pope John Paul II instituted a new set of mysteries
To the Rosary called the Luminous Mysteries.
It is suggested by the Church
Say these mysteries on Thursdays.
The first Christian
In the New Testament
The first evangelist
Have courage for the great sorrow of life
Patience for the small ones
You laboriously accomplished daily task
Go to sleep in peace Eternal God is awake
Another year turns over, people look to see
just what the coming year will mean for you and me.
Tomorrow's worries aren't here, and yesterday's are passed.
Daylight's your new blessing, but it's really burning fast.
The seasons change so quickly, now that we're growing old.
"Seize the day my son", seems I was always told.
You cannot live life over, and you cannot take it back,
so make a first impression, be a leader of the pack.
We hurry every day, never noticing the minutes
flying by so quickly, time has no sense of limits.
Just talking all the while, we have such tales to tell.
If only every now and then we grab a rose to smell.
Take time for those you love, and those who love you, too.
For tomorrow some of them might not be here for you.
Teach your children honesty and show them some good deeds.
Because love will never flourish if we never plant the seeds.
I see a picture painted of a kneeling man of prayer
The face of strength is beaten down with tears
Resembling the man I heard commands the very wind
And calms the tempest seas without fear
I see a man who walks on water and drives the spirits out
With power and God’s own authority
But then I see him heal the sick and hear words of compassion
As he gently holds a child on his knee
Who is this man of sorrow, crying out with tears of blood?
Willingly he drinks the cup of death
What holds him there upon that tree? Could it be his endless love
For those of us who daily fail the test?
Never have I touched the hands that gave that I might live
His spirit freed that tragic 'Good' Friday
Ever do I long to know the One who can forgive
We who drove the nails and walked away
~Christopher Thor Britt
I sought a hot and blazing sun,
a star to light my dimming sky
a heavenly form; though earthly bound
to warm my heart, before I die
I sought a power, a pull so strong
an inescapable gravitation
one that'd own my weakened heart
and safely guide my navigation
I sought a grand, magnetic pole;
an axis which I'd turn about
a bearing, constant and sustaining,
a truth of which I'd have no doubt
I sought this sun, this wondrous star
this beacon for my life and fate
to lead my journey near and far
my guiding light; my one true mate
I lost my bearings and my way
in seeking such a destiny
the journey took my heart afar
from where I knew that it should be
I found a dark and empty place
one that lived in mine own soul;
a place that only I could fill
a void that'd kept me far from whole
I seek the light now, from within
an illumination that's granted me
courage that flows from grace and good
to walk a path alone, but free
quatrain with anapestic trimeter
Jesus Christ, holy God, pardons sin;
I give praise and respect to the Christ.
His good grace as I ask - is a win
since for His love, no price would suffice.
In no way does no price mean no cost.
For God’s mercy's a gift He presents.
Left unopened, this present is lost
for eternity – wasted expense.
The real cost for our Lord was His blood;
lives redeemed, sinners suffer no loss.
And our God sends His Spirit to flood
the new life with the pow'r of the cross.
Sin's a breach between man and his God.
He deserves no mere shallow embrace.
No believer with simply a nod
understands the full cost of His grace.
When we forfeit expedience, how
does a friendship with God e'er begin?
Jesus Christ wants obedience now
unto God, the Forgiver of sin.
Hear this proverb and wonder thereof,
A friend's worth, your intent and its end.
Hear it well, "There is NO greater love
than to lay down your life for your friend.”