Best Episcopal Poems
food, god, and the universe as you
You are the universe (I insist and will prove it)
So say grace before you eat ...
You agree we are stardust, the stuff of the Universe
So say grace before you eat, but think productively ...
If stars & humans are stardust, why not the food we eat?
So say grace before you eat ... and respect the food you become
Like the sun, we turn a piece of bread into bigger humans
So say grace before you eat ... know why Jesus did so
We have been recycled here, not dumped from another "place"
So say grace before you eat ... we are in this together
Listen: like water is not created, only recycled, so are we!
Say grace before you eat ... or drink!
We are eating the sun daily, in terms of food pyramids, the food chain
Say grace before you eat, drink, or go fishing ...
We are recycled energy from sun, recycled water, modified fish, meat, fruit
Say grace before you eat fruit, fish, fowl, or larger mammals or snails
And do not let THEM tell you where you stop connecting with YOUR universe
Say grace before you eat, and during cooking, by thanking life in the pot
Jesus made much of the communion; you let RELIGION stick you a ritual:
Lapsed Episcopal Minister, Alan Watts, said: "Cooking is a process of loving"
Say grace before ... during ... after consuming the Universe
Because you are consuming YOURSELF: You The Universe Disguised!
What Jesus Means To Me
This poem is based on sermon by Father Dave Davis,
Rector of St. James Episcopal Church, Shallotte, NC
on March 22, 2015. Gospel for Day was John 12:20-23.
Maybe they might put my poem on their website.
What Jesus Means To Me
Who is this Jesus supposed to be?
What should He really mean to me?
Of course, He is our Lord and Savior
And want to find myself in His favor.
There are things that I do not deny
Want Jesus to be a nice, great guy
Being available and also convenient
And like Him best when He is lenient.
What is it that we want Jesus to do?
Be nice and make dreams come true;
Answer prayers each and every one;
When He's around have a lot of fun.
Have Jesus help me grow and grow
And where it is I might have to go
Be with me up until my dying day
To heaven be sure to take me away.
Do I have to be much more direct?
What is it I am supposed to expect?
From Jesus but know that I am glad
His big job to do I never, ever had.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and
Member of Board of Vestry
and 2d Helpings Program
Only way I could figure out how to print out my Vestry
email letter. Jim Horn
Dear Friends,
Just a reminder of our upcoming meeting this coming Tuesday (Jan. 12th), 5:30 pm in Bliss Hall.
An agenda is shown below.
Also, note that the Sr. Warden has asked each vestry member to provide a 'brief' intro of yourself along with a short comment on why you felt called to serve on the Vestry and what your expectations are. This will be done during the Liaison remarks portion.
Peace,
Fr. Dave+
ST. JAMES THE FISHERMAN EPISCOPAL CHURCH
VESTRY MEETING, January 12, 2016, 5:30 p.m.
AGENDA
1. Opening Prayer
2. Approval of December Meeting minutes
3. Approval of December Financial report.
4. Old Business.
a. Cleanup of parish grounds (Jim Horn & Wayne Campbell).
b. Exterior painting estimates (Wayne Campbell).
5. New Business.
a. Fundraising Campaign for Exterior painting costs (Fr. Dave & Cai Raber).
b. Diocesan Convention: Delegates, & Pre-Convention Mtg. (Fr. Dave).
c. Services of Reception - Feb. 14th/15th (Fr. Dave).
d. Security Light (Fr. Dave).
6.Liaison Remarks.
7.Closing Prayer and Adjournment.
Next Meeting: Tuesday, Feb.9th, 5:30 pm, Bliss Hall.
Finally went to church today-Ash Wednesday
I went for company, communion and to pray
Liked the new people, what priest had to say
I really felt like I was forgiven for sins today
It used to be only God, hard to get Jesus into
My life and prayers, now it's bound like sinew
For money owed, no longer feel a need to sue
All's forgiven. Still talk to Bruce and sister Sue
Everytime attend church, learn something new
Everyday I pray alone, today was I born anew
I will go again, really enjoyed myself, the brew
Was wine in a silver cup with bread pieces new
Dipped into the wine and eaten with the others
Fellowship in God's love with sisters & brothers
Told female priest - many fathers and mothers
Baptized/confirmed Episcopalian and my mother
Sang in her Episcopal church, so sweet a voice
Larry dropped me off/picked me up, his choice
No singing, just prayer and sermon - REJOICE
When Jesus so returns - Will I hear his voice?
As I do every night, I will pray for redemption
I believe it will be later in the souls convention
I will see my beloved brother, parents, baby
I will go to Heaven all around us, just maybe
37 Jesus replied: “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’[a] 38 This is the first and greatest commandment. 39 And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’[b] 40 All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments.” NIV.
Two Great Commandments
We must praise God with our total being;
With newfound faith in Him are believing;
Yourself forget;
In neighbors let;
Help those in need who will be grieving.
Jim Horn
St. James Episcopal Church
Shallotte, NC
lord 127 End Rhymes
One-syllable rhymes
board
bored
chord
cord
cored
cured
fiord
fjord
floored
ford
gored
gourd
gourde
hoard
hord
horde
lord
moored
oared
pored
poured
roared
scored
shored
snored
soared
stored
sword
toured
ward
warred
whored
Two-syllable rhymes
abhorred
aboard
accord
adored
afford
award
backboard
baseboard
billboard
blackboard
breadboard
broadsword
buckboard
cardboard
chalkboard
chessboard
chipboard
clipboard
concord
contoured
corkboard
dashboard
deplored
discord
duckboard
explored
floorboard
footboard
freeboard
hardboard
headboard
highboard
ignored
implored
inboard
keyboard
landlord
lapboard
moldboard
outboard
outscored
pasteboard
pegboard
prescored
rancored
record
restored
reward
scoreboard
seaboard
shipboard
sideboard
signboard
skateboard
slumlord
soundboard
springboard
surfboard
switchboard
tagboard
toward
uncured
wallboard
warlord
washboard
whipcord
Three-syllable rhymes
aboveboard
centerboard
checkerboard
clavichord
coinsured
fiberboard
fingerboard
harpsichord
mortarboard
notochord
overboard
overlord
paperboard
pinafored
plasterboard
pompadoured
prerecord
reassured
shuffleboard
smorgasbord
stevedored
underscored
unexplored
unrestored
untoward
weatherboard
*** Life’s Growing Joy Poem Within a Poem ***
My 70’s may be the decade
For reaching my pathway’s
Ends and Epiphanies: a service of ‘Lessons and Pains’
— To help my growing….
For example, Truths that I heard repeatedly,
I now believe well enough to take
My spirit from Dreams to Actuality — metaphorically then —
— I lean into the sky as a noteworthy Gnarly Tree…
Also a lesson such as, ‘God lives within us,’ although
It’s hard for me to understand why Our Holy God opts
To be threading through these rickety,
— These creaking and oddly angling limbs….
Plus, like so many of the eternal, quite externally-wrought necesities
Are thought to bring to us every happiness: from wealth or friends;
Or, all the sweet, easy hours of comfort soaking in starlight and sun,
— Ignoring the wildly waving grass underneath…
The knowing of happines raises its cherished supports not from beyond,
But from within hearts treasuring freedom and wonder,
Focussed on what is Other — in those moments when ego’s set aside —
— While divinely coaxed roots of Joy, grow deeper, longer
Through time, betwixt Heaven and Earth to blessedly radiate and thrive…
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(c) 6/22/2023 sally young eslinger
Thanks be to God—
* (In the Episcopal Church, just before Christmas, there
is a service called “Lessons and Carols,” telling the story of the birth of Christ.
** Please note! This could be considered an “Experimental” Poem, because, in a 2nd read, following the dashes, there IS to be found a poem-within-a-poem. Hope you enjoyed them both! Hugs & blessings,
sally
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Read My Poems Will Not Wait
Put poems in church newsletter, I certainly do dare
All poets say mine have become beyond compare
Can constantly forever hold you in suspense
Give in by reading poems and be one that relents.
My great poems have often been read out loud
Other poets with ability know that I am endowed
Even if going gets tough my poems must read
To fulfill numerous desires along with each need.
By God have been blessed with an extraordinary ability
To write verse well invariably in form of a soliloquy
When rationally trying to find rhyme and reason
They are both in my poems during any season.
God immediately helps me and He will not wait
And my moving reflux reaction is to regurgitate
Words up that at a time or two I was dreaming
More smoothly flowing while they were streaming.
Some say you like literally being a literary scholar
Maybe what you should do is to give Horn a holler
In church newsletter begin and start to advertise
Horn's poems which would be word to the wise.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran and Poet
And Adjunct to the St. James Episcopal junk
Along with cleaning up tarnished landscape
Which to some is a sour grape.
Dedicated to Bishop Curry, Skirving and Father Davis
Why do some people have to be hurt?
By despicable person and treated like dirt
Trying to gun down everyone in sight
Either during day or else late at night.
Is it disorder related to a personality?
Someone who has trouble facing reality
Maybe mind warped from being mistreated
Never reaching goal and is always defeated.
Regardless of what happened God forgives
And His spirit in us does continue to live
As well as love, patience and complete purity
While we exist in his presence, not obscurity.
God's Son Jesus died to save us from sin
And later to earth will return back again
Should seek to find what They are about
And Episcopal Church be sure to try out.
That was me sitting in the front pew.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran, Poet and
Member of Board of Vestry
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April 17th, 4th Day of Easter Psalm 23; Gospel: John 10:22-30
St. James Episcopal Church, Shallotte, NC.
At Church Next Sunday
There are only a few who I ever knew
Of course, none could compare with you
From heaven by God had been escorted
Near and next to me were transported.
Each time by me you were often seen
Things seemed so quiet and also serene
With all my anxiousness I anticipated
Your presence you daily demonstrated.
Here it is another Sunday morning again
Certainly go to church I always do intend
Great songs and sermon are sure to hear
Knowing that my Savior is close and near.
With great singing my ears you would fill
To me, each sound sure was such a thrill
And after home again we both did return
Hear you at church next Sunday I do yearn.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Soldier and Poet
Member of Board of Vestry
I Dont Give A Fig About The Brouhaha...
of new year's eve,
yet yours truly does consider
at least one singular plum me facet by Jeeve
er...Robert (or Rabbie) Burns,
a profoundly poignant poem, he did conceive.
Anyway, this wordsmith fascinated
by historical lyricist whose unbelieve
hub bull lee brief life, nonetheless
made a lasting contribution,
a psalm burr tune folks across webbed
wide world sing to grieve
of recent sorrows past, plus pay
homage to joys summoned from
deep within core of soul bellowed
forth with an exultant heave
perhaps unbeknownst to most Robert Burns
(25 January 1759 – 21 July 1796) did leave
his lasting legacy, sans (as national poet
of Scotland celebrated worldwide)
particularly the classic traditional chestnut
auld lang syne rendered in many versions
waving white capping
New Year's eve celebration proud
accomplishments one did achieve.
Coincidentally, "Auld Lang Syne"
and "America the Beautiful"
at which juncture, I interject
a historical grace note to mull
how latter named above patriotic
song in the United States,
(lyrics written by Katharine Lee
Bates saw many occasions
after music composed by church organist
and choirmaster Samuel
A. Ward at Grace Episcopal Church
in Newark, New Jersey) dull
lighting oomph and pizazz, extant
since early 1900s, origin gin null
intent format arranged as poem,
"Pikes Peak first published
Fourth of July full
edition of the church periodical
The Congregationalist in 1895,
now sung by mull teat hoods at Super Bowl
every year since 2009, and appeared pull
say ting stadiums at some sports events
after the 9/11 terror attack hull
lob bell loo in 2001.
The song comprises four verses,
one of isung before kick-off
in NFL's showpiece game.
Just by giving cerebral activity free rein,
this inquisitive mind of mine
learned how twenty first century New Year's
celebration include auld lang syne
linkedin with feted mid eighteenth poet
laureate, whose death at thirty seven, his spine
tingling spirit issues forth to give
him immortality almost divine
everlasting longevity within the pantheon
of August artists who humanity did assign
an eternal place future generations will
revere such metrical design.
Yesterday Was Transfiguration Sunday
Did you know that there are three heavens?
Was at St. James Episcopal, Shallotte, NC
listening to sermon yesterday.
Father Bob Hobgood said that we might,
Be awakened by God in middle of night;
Poems will appear,
So nice and near;
With ideas and thoughts did have a flight.
When I awoke in the middle of the night,
Of poems would appear their very sight;
After I adulated,
Poems created;
Did start writing down with pure delight.
Beneath roof of barn in cradle Jesus lays,
While outside in field flock of sheep graze;
No longer a slave,
Our praise we gave,
All things about our Jesus truly did amaze.
Remember time there was a transfiguration,
And in every nation had been much elation;
Light grew and grew;
Was Jesus we knew;
We ended up with an incredible celebration.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Bolivia, NC
For Love of Lynott not Pete
(Stephanie and Bob Lynott are my neighbors.
We also go to St. James Episcopal in Shallotte, NC.)
What God intended for both you and me
Is place for people always being neighborly
Which we have found to be here at RiverSea
In such a friendly and not stuck up society.
They say playing cards and any other game
Will never again ever possibly be the same
Until at Clubhouse games were all played
After plans by Stephanie have been made.
She seems to have a handle on everything
Sits in back of church and does not sing
Should hear her husband sing a harsh tenor
Said to be enough to scare away any sinner.
So why not before our weather is now hot
Start loving and appreciating each Lynott
Can't come to conclusion or reach an accord
Bob for quite a while has been on our board.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
Dying Is Horrifying
Has been sad to me;
Dying is horrifying;
Will never forget.
My wife Jill is in intensive care right now
under sedation. Sunday morning she had
shortness of breath. An aide car came out
and gave her oxygen and she started to
get better. They said to take her to the
Emergency Room at Novant Hospital in
Bolivia, NC. She was admitted to stay
overnight for a check up. The next day
in the morning she received a call from
Stephanie Lynott then was visited by
the Jones's who had dropped by. She
received an email on her cell phone
of the choir singing Sunday on January
27, 2019 at St. James Episcopal. At
around noon yesterday she had more
severe breathing problems. They had
diagnosed her as having Pneumonia
and fluid on the lungs. The put her
on a ventilator but that did not solve
the problem. She is now in ICU and
they have put a trachea in her throat
and inserted some other things in her
throat. Needless to say, I am scared
as hell and have been crying and
really upset. She is under sedation
right now and won't be coming out
of it until about eight am. I cried
myself to sleep at around nine last
night. I awoke at midnight thinking
that I was hearing Jill calling me.
Shawn just had his 50th Birthday
on January 24th. I am afraid to call
him. I am driving over at eight AM
to see her again. She is supposed
to start coming out of it by then
and I should be able to talk to her
hopefully. This is the latest and will
keep you updated. Dr. Doran is
her doctor. There is a Doran Garage
in Shallotte, NC but she is not related
and is here from New York State.
I still am afraid to call Shawn.
Love,
Jim Horn
Hands of Surgeons
Our friend Bob Lynott is undergoing
cancer surgery today at Duke University.
God, hands of surgeons be sure to guide;
Who we trust and on them have relied;
Now is not near;
Our prayers hear;
Give them things needed and not denied.
Jim Horn
This should be sent out to each member of
St. James Episcopal Church, Shallotte, NC.
Hope he will be here singing in choir this
Sunday with his great tenor voice.