Best Triune Poems
A tradesman’s son and temple secrets die
in sixty nine years, never knowing why.
Contempt delivered their first child perfect,
your childhood gauntlet galvanized neglect.
A mother’s son and her abuse still lie
in sixty nine years, never knowing why.
Too something when her final moments came.
Without confession laid to rest the same.
So was it from the bosom or the flame
the day you heard her call your name?
Consistent honor you bestowed on them,
corollas shredded by thorns on the stem.
Forgiveness took away the rage and strife.
I saw in you, The Way, The Truth, The Life.
With mind and humor, your genetic gifts.
Denatured strands surrendered protein fifths.
All needs provider who was always there.
Divine command parental judgement fair.
Devout corrections laid by word or hand
within a dying culture’s screams withstand.
Alone in Scripture’s cords you did demand
of God’s own virtue, I was taught to stand.
Around your house, collect and to revive
those things of a past that keep you alive.
In every dream that keeps you coming back,
contorts the dawn and colors out from black.
For just a moment, it’s time they defy,
recasts the morning of our last goodbye.
To take a final look and to work through
regrets till each tear welcomes a thank you
When given no tomorrow to be sown,
has sin become the marrow of the bone?
Eternal light now nothing left unknown,
divergent gateways from the triune throne.
The flesh, the bone, to bits, to grit, to ash.
The fires refine the gold and purge the trash.
A common trust in blood for us he died,
to keep our spirits, Hell to be denied.
Forgotten wages slowly turn a knife,
see you again, The Way, The Truth, The Life.
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Form: Iambic Pentameter
Written: 06.13.19 – 06.14.19
Contest: Move Me
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
[This poem first appeared in the anthology, "The Soul and the Singer," Young Publications, c. 1968. It was reprinted in my first poetry chapbook "The Lady in the Pink Hat," Candor Press, 1969.]
God rises from that distant hill
And surveys His wonder in silence still
Without reproach or bitter muse
For mankind's hostile subterfuge.
Not yet incensed with holy wrath
Against the impoverished aftermath
Of beauty laid in ruthless stubble
Amid earth's bent and broken rubble.
The mount remains in glory crowned
Majestic height is capped and gowned
And quietly repairs the ravaged simple
Chosen for the Almighty's temple
God rises from that distant hill
To frame the noble triune will
Responding to inhuman guise
With piercing but loving emerald eyes.
[From the note at the beginning, this poem was written sometime during 1967. I was twenty-six years old, at the time, but I had been writing poems since I was in elementary school. Most of them have been lost over the years.
This particular poem was always one of my favorites, and I was delighted to have it appear in an anthology by Young Publications, 1968.]
FIRST PLACE WINNER
for "The Throwback Challenge" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Natasha L Scragg
March 8, 2022
I praise You the great Triune God:
the Father, Son and Holy Spirit
who was; who is; and who will be
forever and ever through the ends of the earth
Your heritage is beyond measured time
The earth formless, void with darkness
You moved over the surface of the deep
Larger than time or space
Yet, gentle as a little lamb.
You’re the color of sunshine’s radiance
of twilights last gleam of reds and gold
of the rainbow arching from horizon to horizon.
I see you in the mighty ocean and the lady bug beetle
I feel your presence as the wind blows softly
Or when the spray of waterfall kisses my face
You walk in the world; the world does not see
You tell mankind how to walk
“He has told you, O mortal, what is good;
And what does the Lord require of you
But to do justice, and to love kindness,
And to walk humbly with your God?”
But, how am I to live?
I praise you Lord Jesus
You came and walked healed taught and loved
You bore the sins of mankind
Your shoulders heavy with the weight of generations
From alpha to omega
You died that I might live forever;
But, how I am to live?
I praise you Holy Spirit
You came down as Jesus the Son ascended
You live within me because I believe
The Lord Jesus Christ is my Savior
Sweet Holy Spirit stay here with me
Empower and enable me to know;
How am I to live?
Open my eyes that I may see
Those hungry -- physically and spiritually help me
Those thirsty -- a simple drink to quench their thirst
Those naked – my closet is full
Those in prison – but, there are so many who are different
Those who are sick –a kind visit touch of hand a smile
May they see glimpses of you in me
I praise you God: the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit
King of king Lord of lords
The Yahweh of history
Ever-present ever-powerful everlasting
I am but a speck in your grandeur;
Yet, you guide me and show me
How I am to live.
Micah 6:8
Above these trees towering
Above these deep blue seas
Above these clouds soaring
Above these mortal fears
Beyond these steep mountains
Beyond these battered slopes
Beyond these wasted plains
Beyond these shattered hopes
Through these shifting shadows
Through these darkening days
Through these shuttered windows
Through these dim lit doorways
Triune God, hear me pray
Let my people find their way.
IN THE SEASON OF HOPE THEREOF
In the season of hope thereof,
There seems to be
Little justice, peace and love
Meted out to you and me;
Except for what comes from above.
Yet, let us not allow the deceivers
Sway us to be as erring as they—
Let us not be duped by Wall St. persuaders
Out to make a profitable mockery of the day.
Peace, love and justice—the triune for which we pray;
Will continue to be the reality we seek on this glorious day.
So in all the merriment thereof, let us not forget the true reason
We pause and reflect on peace, love and justice during this season.
OUR RESPONSE TO JESUS: MAGNIFICENT PSALMS
Glory to this confusion: man and God
So simple, and so mysterious, a Triune Godhead!
Glory, glory, glory to our glorious God
LORD and King, Yahweh and Adonai, Elohim and El-Shaddai
We all must have, all must sing, Magnificats
Like Mary, who had heard of the LORD
Through Gabriel, Archangel and awesome:
(Yet in her day, a teenager dare not fall pregnant)
Faith comes from hearing … and she had heard of Israel's hope and salvation, The Messiah, and when Gabriel said the name, YESHUA, God is Salvation,
Knowledge and wisdom invaded Mary's mind, then her womb
Would I be willing to speak to a man in authority over me
And let him know he will not receive my first loyalty (Less than Mary)
Luke's Gospel contrasted a literate Priest Zechariah's disbelief
And possibly the "illiterate Mary's" question of a similar kind
He was muted (He had received much; was punished for believing less?)
The Virgin Mary willed herself to be used for Israel, for her LORD …
Yet she did ask, How is this to be since I have not known
A man, Aha! “Seed of woman” dispenses
With the seed of man, for that of God
Praise to the Holy Spirit, our Comforter
LORD we magnify you, glorify thy name
We are saved by faith, that begins with hearing the WORD
We can't do enough to be good; Adam showed that
The love of Jesus makes all things that are impossible, possible,
By faith in He who died on a Cross, the cursed tree
We have become children – to become co-heirs with Jesus still -
Beyond friend, as with Abraham, where we begin
Glory to God for Abraham and his obedience
Now we have surpassing access to God and Jesus
Yet, like all freedoms, this is not free ...
Were you there when My Savior hung on a Tree?
The psalmists and the poets, the singers ... know mysteries.
(c). Anil Deo, Good Friday 2017
What Love Is This
When I first saw your face
I knew you had some grace
- I did not know how much
Having seen you, I also knew
You were not my type: I was Hindu
- I didn’t know: not very much
Your Spirit is so gentle
Your siblings have that mantle
- I know you have love and Truth
When I live out your dying for my family
When your words carve messages inside me
- LORD JESUS I can only weep at such love
The mystery unfolds with the Holy Spirit
Gentle Spirit, always One, triune as a Unit
- Abba Father you direct all from above!
© Amen & Shalom by Anil Deo, for EASTER: 03292017
I am the river that flows into the sea
I am the river bed giving passage to the river
I am the floor creating the river flow, but we are one
I am both depth of heart and shallow of soul
I am the body, possessor of heart and spirit
We are union, We are single, and We are one
I am root, I am trunk, I am limb, and I am a tree
I am the river Jordan ever flowing into the Dead Sea
Perhaps a day will come to give her life and set her free
I am the Dead Sea, I am Everest, the low and the high
I am the bush of thorns and roses, but we are one
I am a sovereign one and 50 too, and I am United States
On a bush I grow, unique am I, protector of the rose
On a bush, I thrive beautifully, protected by the thorn
I am beauty, bush, rose, and thorn, and we are one
I am the father of the only son, holy spirit plus we are one triune God
I see a cocoon who through many struggles will be a butterfly soon
I am the living air you breathe and the life-giving water you drink
I am the mind so well linked to the brain that makes me think
I am a tree standing with others to make a mighty forest
I am the people of the seven continents of the earth
Many are we, separated by mountains, rivers, and seas
Out of one blood have we been created from our One God*
Many know not as do I that we are the many, but all of us came from one. I pray we all shall someday learn that standing together keeps us standing strong. Someday, all creatures near or far shall live together and never alone
070520PS*Acts 26:17
Nestled within loving home’s nurture
inside family, shielding against hatred attacks
having parents as human fortress, greatly steadfast
around siblings exuding sweet belongingness-warmth…
Verily blessed am I to experience wondrous heaven on earth.
Called to be a part of the body of Christ
worshiping the Lord with brethren in spirit and in truth
praising, adoring the Saviour for His compassion so great
midst ministerial stewardship for reaching-out along caring bliss…
Indeed privileged am I to have a part in fulfilling heaven-propelled endeavors.
Illumined with the Holy Spirit
bought with the blood of my Redeemer
sustained against ephemeral cravings of the flesh
geared to behold magnificence of the Deity by trust’s vision...
My heart longs to dwell in heaven where the Triune Providence reigns forever.
Steadfast in advancing God's kingdom
declaring the Gospel according to the Bible
that the Father, love-driven, sent His only begotten Son
Who did sacrifice Himself willingly for mankind’s redemption…
Here am I prayerfully leading others via the ordained Way to heaven.
Thanking the Almighty for gift of eternal life
through faith in the Messiah --- the way, the truth
now ransomed, re-created, imparted with divine nature
to please Him, walking in His righteousness along holy paths…
Privileged am I to be among His peculiar people, sanctified heaven* residents.
Excited for the celestial abode with streets of gold
delighted to inhabit great mansion built by the Sovereign
persuaded upon Scriptures’ truth that in His realm peace dominates
of no sickness, no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither pain**…
I exalt GOD, Who in His mercy, grace, and kindness, ushers me to heaven!
*Revelation 21:1 And I saw a new heaven and a new earth: for the first heaven and the first earth were passed away; and there was no more sea.
**Revelation 21:4 And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.
May 31, 2020
3rd place, "Heaven" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina Riddle; judged on 6/2/2020.
Leading The Way With Your Blessed Amazing Grace!
Inspiring blessed God: "Trinity of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit."
Inter-connectedness of the most gracious Triune Creator of life.
Good Friday to Easter Sunday requires rolling the stone away
Erasing life's sting with everlasting resurrection inspirational grace.
Judas symbolizes Goliath to many in opposition of their faith
We believe in doing all things through Your omnipotent strength.
Doubt was never meant to be an aversion in Your kingdom
The shining path of light illuminates the way to Your holy ground.
An inspiring vision of not turning back stimulates enhancing spirits
Removing dark clouds for the arriving golden sun rays at dawn.
Darkness only last for a moment in time for resting the body
Gathering valuable thoughts of great news to share along the way.
With love, self-discovery, and stimulation of the senses, we embrace
You’re leading the way, and we're abiding with Your loving grace!
Author's Notes: This "Blessed Trinity" poetry form meets all the requirements. It displays a foundational thesis. The theme is evident. It surpasses the octave length of eight lines and is written in a sonnet format. The rhyming scheme is absent. The trilogy is evident with the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Hindrances are defeated, and the journey ends in abiding grace!
I
Twelve tribes and apostles
for Comprehensiveness
Eleven steps to Heaven
Start with The LOVE Command of Jesus
Who ALONE in the Universe fulfilled The First Ten
II
Ten, let's say it again
The Complete Expectation of Heaven
For God is Holy, Holy, Holy
And twice He gave Moses those Ten
III
The number for Patience is NINE
God's Patience Before Judgment
While we abide in Jesus, True Vine,
And thus bear Nine fruit of the Spirit
The last digit before the SHUNYA
That cousin of INFINITY from Hindu and Buddha
(SMILE: You will get over it; we have Infinity to argue)
IV
Let me sing of the Number EIGHT, shall I
The end of a week, then Circumcise
Even Jesus was circumcised on Day Eight!
And my Old Week, the Old Man, bury
On Day 8, so New Life - wine -born again
Begins. Even 800 spells "FAITH" in Greek, and "LORD"
V
From the Seven Days of Genesis to the Seven Seals
In the Book of Revelation, SEVEN conveys perfection
And may we enjoy seven-fold increase in faith and favor
Juxtaposed, never fear, with the Sign for Man
Good to bad, especially SIX followed by more sixes
Both Man and Serpent were created then; perfection & rebellion
Take heart, as we climb - look up to Jesus - GRACE with Number Five!
John 1: 16 hides openly 25: Grace Upon Grace, Coco Chanel knew
Apart from 5 digits, toes, senses, Five Elements (Bhutas) India knew
VI
So may I tell you about the Fabulous Number Four?
Four rivers in Genesis to 4 Directions in Ezekiel
Four Matriarchs and four SABBATHS before Passover
Square root of 2: Watch for Division and Separation
Watch and Pray: God is triune, NOW ONE as Past, Present, Future
Trinity and Diversity in Unity: Mystery of LORD of Infinity
VII
Two tells of balance; one for me & one for you: YANG-YIN
Number of the two, GOD-SON, the VERB in the Trinity
Chapter One spoke of His UNITY, ONE, God in ESSENCE
Chapter Two reminds us again of Division & separation: this EXISTENCE
I
I am not BIRD
Yet in the Word
I am often eagle, winged
In strength, your protection
And so, Let there be Light
(versus Love) is no oversight
Because my light is fraction
Of my love in action
Not just fancy vocabulary
Missed by all, and the seminary
2
I began creation in love and light
Only one you see, without insight
My son chose, "Son of Man,"
But told religion, "I am"
(8:58 in John, and seven others)
He also is First among sisters, brothers
Yet that True Vine, ensuring they fruit
Father God, is husbandman, not root
Yet the triune root exists
We are one in aim, objectives
There is no rivalry, jealousy
We are the first Community
The communion and union
Our Love is not thy love, til glorification
3.
I am the gate, Jesus said (John 10)
David called me Good Shepherd, 23 Psalm
I am not these, yet I AM
Can you try to understand?
You personify me, First Person
O vocabulary is nice and cumbersome
I want silence, too, communion
Humanity give me things, my own creation
Since temples, ziggurats, pyramids
I want to be in thy midst!
That's my Creative Love
You'll know if you come above
In this world full of anxieties
there seems no way of escape
our minds so full of anxious worry
this world has lost all its shape
In the midst of these times
God calls us to take a listen
to be hearing Him and His word
speaks resoundingly to the Christian
Don't be anxious about anything
yes you heard right truly anything
there's no need to for God's in control
so then keep your heart joyful and sing
Come to the Lord with thankful hearts
get on one's knees and faithfully pray
bring all your requests to the triune God
be ever thankful for every blessed day
So you see there's no need to worry
God has it all under His sovereign will
He's the creator and sustainer of all things
praise His name knowing your heart is still
' do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God.'
Philippians 4: 6 (ESV)
Jesus Christ was here ,
in another womb, holy and viable,
He trusted His mother without fear
Unlike his unloved, unborn disciples.
Oh you, little ones, who are one of these,
The essence of innocence,
Tetrarchs of the womb, teachers of trust,
Not by mere syllables do you teach the Word,
You who came forth as a gift from the loving Triune;
But by your very example you are heard.
Those who have hearts let them hear!
Let them see your little way.
Parents betray you because of fear,
Because of what the heartless may say.
You and I, dear child, are the children that God promised.
Betrothed of lady Poverty,
Train us all to be poor in spirit.
Obedient one, who by your very presence,
Honor thy father and thy mother;
Our conscience,...we cannot hear it.
Keeper of the commandments,
Pure, sinless, save the original one,
The vestige, due to Adam's lack,
Forgiven in baptism, for Christ has won.
God's own prophet of Hope, my friend,
Whose blood will be shed,
Speak to the Light you will see at the end,
Father forgive them ,
For they know not what they do.
This will I pray to our Loving Father today,
That in His Mercy, in your last hour,
The peaceful chamber from which you teach
May become your baptismal font.
And that Elizabeth's son, John, who in her womb
Leaped for joy at the presence of Jesus in Mary's own,
May by God's pure Grace, use these holy amnion waters,
To baptize you ...in the name of the Father,
The Son and the Holy Spirit.
And when the amniotic veil of His temple is torn in two,
Into our Father's loving hands,
May the Baby Jesus, .. commend your spirits.
I love you my friends .
FRAGILE HEARTS
F alse friends force me to feel fretfully furious,
R eason turns to regret as I remember the rejection.
A m I antagonistic to anybody's approach?
G uilt gives greater grief than gladness;
I ain't interested in increasing inconveniences...
L et's learn to love, laugh, live and let live,
E ventually, everything will end in an enjoyable experience.
H appy harmonious hearts happen to be healthy,
E nergised by encouraging and empathising with everyone;
A lthough all around me, angry arguments arise,
R esulting in relationships going wrong,
T o the True and Triune God, I totally turn,
S teadily, my sorrowful heart finds solace in this Spiritual solution.
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24.10.16
Look into m~y h~e~a~r~t,
A lot of doubts have piled,
Lord, let them depart,
Please, make me feel worthwhile,
This heart too i~s f~r~a~g~i~l~e.
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Form: Quintain
10.11.16