When
alone
imagine
that beauty in
us,
deep,
unique
long-lasting-
infinite as
love.
Simplicity
for today
in the light
of His existence.
invisible but liberating
everything
that separates
man from self
in
a permanent home
avoiding
abandonment
discovering
things
forward
backwards
collections
of
cataclysms
reign forever
dying
silent
valid
the desire to live
sheltered
from the storms
a
normal existence
intelligence
&a skill
sans
risk
on
this mysterious
path
bitterness
dies
a way back
for
inhabitants
outside
of themselves
motionless
a
place of eternity
glimmers
glimpsed
for a moment
then hidden
but
He is
still alive
to those
who
turn back
& confess
will find Him
&
see the reality
of
I am
in whom
the new life flows
to
the reborn
a chance
of new birth
necessary
for
the living
to
see the light
GOD THE FATHER
In
Heaven's
patronage
rophi,rophe shammah
our shepherd healer
who comes alongside,
our jireh & shalom
from you we cannot hide,
our jireh and shalom
bring wholeness & provides
rophi,rophe shammah
are always on our side,
HALLELUJAH SONG
Praise be-
God made me
Praise be-
Holy Spirit helps me,
Praise be-
with new eyes I see
Praise be-
I'm free-to-be
Praise be-
a kingdom child,
yours truly
Praise Jesus
ever,only,Thee
As in worship,these hands I raise
from this mouth,these words in praise
Truth sets us free,
His perspective to see
Set out in an upper room,
passover made new;
wine,unleavened bread
with thanksgiving said-
Then a hymn of Praise !
in the Book of Life,my name,inked...
Free from sin's hold and self-blame
The fallen world to save
a sinless life,Jesus gave
Good Friday sunset begins our play
Easter morn,dawns infinite day
EASTER TIDE
Christ becoming a man
His sinless life,He gave
Far and wide,these truths we forthtell
in our joyful hallel,
these songs of Easter praise now heard,
we proclaim the Gospel word.
Upon the glen, the sun is born,
an orb as yellow, as the corn.
Today upon this blessed morn,
The veil of death and sin was torn.
How bitter sweet our faith does lie,
the son of God we did crucify.
Yet death our Lord did defy.
What love, our God, did bestow,
No greater love we'll ever know.
I ponder this on pastures green...
What reason can we be forlorn?
For we should know that when we die,
bought by his blood, as white as snow,
we shall enter into his grace, clean.
Minuanetta Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Date: 04.20.2020
Celebrating Eastertide
Pretty bonnets worn with pride,
Chocolate eggs all wrapped in foil
Paste eggs bubbling, on the boil.
Children making no connection
Between Easter eggs and resurrection,
Dragged to church they sit and giggle
Mothers chiding " don't you fiddle."
Row upon row of well dressed sinners
Thinking about their Sunday dinners.
Numb behinds on ancient pews,
How long to go? they look for clues.
Mouthing hymns, too shy to sing
At last the bells begin to ring,
A sign the service is now done
In collective sigh, they rise as one.
From the endless sermon at last released,
Now it's home, to drink and feast.
Eastertide.
A cloud of polished steel hangs over
The village, hollowed eyed people
Look up to the sky
Where is spring this year?
Like the man on the bridge they can
take no more.
For Paulo, the old carpenter it was
all too much, no wine could still his angst
of not seeing another spring and
his nightly screams echoed till dawn.
Dogs barked his time was over
hanging in the shed between his tractor
and work-bench.
This shook the village out of stupor
No more waiting for what may never come,
a pig was slaughtered its blood an offering
to life itself.
The feast lasted for days.
My spiritual umber a-rose
Full in bloom, as in an erupt!
There was the a sweet scent of flora
Too… the frisk, of spring feeling fauna”
I viewed through that verdant screen
From my bough brushed tranquil dene
As all on the Easter time
golden daffodils silent bell ringing did,
in innocent pantomime."
© Joe Maverick 3/3/2013