Best Sabbath Poems
-continued from "Sabbath Morning Rap".
..and so brethren,
We're lost in the lust of loving lies
Conceived and retrieved as alibies.
to woo what we would instead of should,
To deify deeds ordained to deny
that Jesus Christ was crucified,
For you and me and he and she,
He lived and loved and agonized,
to dis the devil and tear his ties
to the role of the soul in his hellish hole.
Cause the devil is real and that's the deal
So if hate is your food and your crude and lewd,
you're flirtin' with hurtin', you're comin' unglued.
The devil is there so ya better beware
You're struttin his stuff and doin' your share.
Take a look around before ya drown
in the fire of his fate and the heat of his hate.
But Christ is saying :
My Peace I leave, My Peace I give
to those that ask Me to help them live.
And if you don't believe I can show you the way'
open your heart so you can pray.
Ill give you a sign for you to define.
What do you say gotta do it today.
Now it's up to you, whatever you do.
Don't wait too long cause the chance'll be gone.
Amen, I say, Throw your pride away,
I want you Here ...with ME ...to Stay.
Sunday afternoons,
or Saturday afternoons,
look and feel richer,
dense relational liturgy of mundane ritual,
often more sabbath quiet.
Quiet neighborhood school playground
celebrates more solitary visits
seeking silent sensory selftalk,
muse swings back and forth,
happy slides up elational,
processional,
then downright ecstatic.
Sunday's GratitudeGoRound
of a warm winter's sun
pretexting Spring's redemptive dance,
prancing across wet jungle gyms
of mythic pirate romance,
swinging Tarzans and Janes
flying rope to rope
bar to bar
beating outdoor kettle drums
of Sunday's sacred playground joy.
This light we bring to sabbath
Sunday's sun absorbs
full resolved through echoing play,
a child again
in love's sequestered Solar System womb
giving happy birth to weeks
becoming strong,
EarthBound PlayGround
ecstatically beloved
Queen Shabbat's weekly baptism
in love child's regenerativity.
For some the beginning.
For some it's the end.
For many; days just merging
Into the blend.
But the concept of Friday
Is simply this;
It's the end of the work-week
Sealed with a kiss.
It's assurance of respite.
It's that glorious space
Loaded with promise.
It's the end of the race.
That comfiest armchair
Those slippers so snug.
It's like greeting a friend
With a lingering hug.
Is it really enough
If it's one out of seven?
Or should we be seeking
A little more heaven?
I think as I drive
Through the Autumnal streets
That all days are precious
And while life repeats..
Relax and enjoy them
Wherever you are..
For loving the journey
Will help take you far.
So Fridays, we love you,
To the end and the start.
And thank you for helping me
Reset my heart.
Sabbath
Her Peace Descends
Welcome, Angels and Men
Candle Flames Bright, Radiant Light
Braided Loaves of Bread; Closed eyes, Blessings said
Delicacies before Guests Spread
Songs sung, Thoughts to Inspire
Grace Soars Higher
Shalom
'Shalom' means 'Peace,' (lit: Completion, Wholeness)
For some the beginning.
For some it's the end.
For many; days just merging
Into the blend.
But the concept of Friday
Is simply this;
It's the end of the work-week
Sealed with a kiss.
It's assurance of respite.
It's that glorious space
Loaded with promise.
It's the end of the race.
That comfiest armchair
Those slippers so snug.
It's like greeting a friend
With a lingering hug.
Is it really enough
If it's one out of seven?
Or should we be seeking
A little more heaven?
I think as I drive
Through the Autumnal streets
That all days are precious
And while life repeats..
Relax and enjoy them
Wherever you are..
For loving the journey
Will help take you far.
So Fridays, we love you,
To the end and the start.
And thank you for helping me
Reset my heart.
~ A Sabbath Dream ~
When table's set in purest white
Candles lit and shining bright
Two ministering Angels of Peace
Blessings for the Sabbath do release
May each family blessed with their grace
Display Sabbath's holy radiance on their face
And bestow that flame upon all mankind
The Hosts of Heaven in Peace aligned
Wishing one and all a Good Sabbath
Shabbat Shalom
Babbit’s Sabbath
Sundays still come
at least once a week
and I look upon them
as a special treat.
A day set aside
to give both praise and prayer
opening to the Lord on high
that I’m still down here.
The struggles both losses and gains
seem to be the present life’s relief
remnants of youth that remain
waiting on the final tally sheet.
So after all the years of passing
solace comes in the silent inner burn
with faith returned and lasting
reminiscent of the lessons learned.
The knees don’t bend as easily
but still I make the attempt
bowing my head with wheezing
asking God I be exempt.
The words slip thru my mind
blending hope and dreams deeply felt
searching for the God I long to find
as daily tasks express gratitude for the life I’m dealt.
No work today, no laundry or gardening
just peace, quiet and reflection
as God grant me pardoning
for the past wrong directions.
So Lord, here I am on Sunday, Babbit’s Sabbath.
As the sun preaches,
The birds chirp religious hymns:
Gospel of the rays.
Sacred Saturday
Sibling Saturday Sabbath
A special sister
Fresh cut flowers from a sister brings such a peace in the heart and soul
Glitterin' gold wuz struck along Alder's Gulch in eighteen sixty-three!
Potential prospectors came frum as fer away as Knoxville, Tenn-o-see!
Hordes uv soiled doves and gamblers migrated to the Gulch as well,
Along with platoons uv ruffians and barkeeps, their potent booze to sell!
Fellers labored hard all week pickin' and a-shovelin' at their claim.
But Sundays wuz set aside to raise 'oly 'ell, much uv it to their shame!
Baptist preachers thumped their Bibles tryin' to preach above the din.
There warn't no churches so they preached in saloons aginst the wages uv sin!
Hurdy-gurdy gals roamed about 'neath the steely-eyed gaze uv their 'madam'.
Guns and bowie knives wuz rife and wuz brandished by the dudes that had 'em!
Brawls erupted resultin' in blackened eyes and numerous bloodied noses,
Leavin' heaps uv rowdies sprawled on sawdust floors in grotesque poses!
Pie-aner players added to the din beltin' out their bawdy songs!
Preachers gave up and said to 'ell with it and joined the festive throngs!
Poker games wuz proceedin' in ever' saloon, usually endin' in a ruckus,
Since there seemed to be an excess uv aces held by some cheatin' cuss!
Fallin' down drunks wuz nuisances that bouncers simply booted out the door,
But they somehow meandered to another pub to imbibe a little more!
On Sundays they had their spree - on Mondays though sick and broke,
They panned fer 'dust fer another Sabbath frolic - the aim uv ever' bloke!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Seeds of the Savior's garden
Advantaged by the early rain
Bud and bloom in grace and pardon
Bearing fruit that love sustain
Acres to be reaped, hands like buzzing bees
Teachers making the reapers bold
Holiness of word performed is holiness of soul
Send them forth to sow and garner
Christ the vine master empowers all
Heaven's storehouse becomes the richer
Omitting judgment, helping those that fall
O Lord, our God, we surrender all to you
Lead us to green pastures, your vessels true
I guess we missed chapel again
But rugby is never a sin!
We pray for the ball
If that don't beat all
We pray our opponents won't win!
Day of Sweet repose
It is I you chose
To catch verily
oh so merrily
A glimpse of glory
To tell of you a story
How privileged I must be
That you have chosen me
So bless the lord
For revealing in His word
Your inexpressible beauty
That carries His children to unity
Bless the Lord, oh my soul
For after my troubles into you I roll
And you bask me in your enormity
Preparing my heart for eternity
To set apart time for my heavenly Father
To spend time with every sister and brother
Learn not too late to halt the hate,
Bound to be ground in the dust of disgust
We're pierced and fierce, fulla rings and things
We're blued and tatooed and God is booed.
Crude dudes are misconstrued
with actions vulgar,vile and lewd.
We're found down ground in sound,
totally tatooed in terrible taste,
in a mindless race for the loudest base.
Hate to dis your myth but God exists,
'Tis a truth deduced by the less obtuse,
You understand He did become man
For His love of us all because of the fall.
He suffered and died being crucified,
He pulled His people from the pains of hell
and rose from the dead He's alive and well,
I tell you no lie He's got no rival,
It's right there written in the holy Bible.
He arose to heaven so to send the Spirit
to His brothers and sisters who wished to hear it,
He said I leave you my Love I leave you my all
but you gotta say yes to heed my call.
Don't follow the world that ain't the place,
You want to be with Me when you finish this race,
Orphans you're not you have been taught,
I will help you find Me if I'm sought.
Amen