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She no longer wears a habit, our nun.
Does this make her less holy?
Certainly not.
She has been called penguin, our nun.
By those who have not been called to serve
And are confused by her faith.
She does not seek extra attention, fortune or fame.
She works selflessly
Helping others
She spends her life mothering children not of her loins
But all God’s children, for she believes we all are.
Sometimes uplifting them more than their flesh mothers
She works tirelessly, our nun
Even if we are not Catholic, we can claim her.
She belongs to the world, a proponent of Godliness and the trilogy.
Written 5-23-2020
Contest: Nun Poetry Contest – free verse
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Oh, the Vespers!
The day is coming to a close.
And the Scriptures!
Can words our sins dispose?
And the Evening,
With my head so lowly bowed.
Those Bible Proverbs.
Will they clear away the cloud?
I've been knocking all night long,
But the Church's door is closed.
I look through a crystal window.
I see the followers reposed.
I knock twice on the door,
Hoping for an invitation.
I only hear voices singing-
Singing "Jesus is Salvation".
I am knocking.
Please let a sinner in.
I knock louder,
And start prayful meditation.
The door opens,
But I see no people there.
Only a Bible on a pulpit
And the message becomes clear.
Jesus May Save but God Certainly Kills
How many people did Satin kill?
We don’t know and never will.
But we do know of many that God has killed.
Entire populations’ death he fulfilled.
Kill them all, God would command.
The Israelites obeyed and did what God Planned.
Excuses given, we’re told so many.
But never a good one although they are plenty.
The Passover story is known to all.
Blood on the doorpost so God would not maul,
The Hebrew first born but everyone ignores,
The Egyptian babies killed by the scores.
What a God!
The Egyptian army following behind?
God killed them because He was so inclined.
What a God!
Sodom and Gomorrah, cities of the plain,
Totally destroyed, God could not abstain,
From total destruction of the land,
Only because of a local band,
Of men?
What a God!
Amalekites, Canaanites, He ordered all dead.
God couldn’t just move them, a nod of His head?
And when Saul allows one to survive,
God chastises Saul who would no longer thrive.
What a God!
And of course, we have the flood of Noah,
Killing humans as well as all Metazoa.
That which was created was no longer good.
Wipe it all out, God said He would.
And He did.
Sacrifices galore, so many animals killed,
Because God liked the smell and felt fulfilled,
By the odor of the burning meat,
Which to His nose, the smell was sweet.
What a God!
And then there’s Job, whose life was destroyed,
By the will of God because the Adversary annoyed,
Him.
And why torture Job? All for a bet?
Would an omniscient god need to fret?
What a God!
Wherever we look,
In the Holy Book,
We find God’s gifts come at the price,
Of killing people or sacrifice.
The very land given by God,
Involved genocide but given a facade,
Of being a gift but what a cost,
To Amalekites and Canaanites, a holocaust.
God is great and just love in heaven?
Not according to Isaiah 45:7
When the autumn fades,
Behind soft clouds,
Leaving dancing leaves, rustling so loud,
Inspiring me – to hear the music in my doubts,
To see the joy in the light, to feel…
The song in my life, the song that never fades,
The song that love has made…
Reflected on my soul, there is the knowing,
Glowing like the lavender sun, the light reassuring,
Intimate as the wings of a butterfly, suspended…
Near the bud or a rose, reflecting all the gentle,
Peaceful as the rainfall, sprinkling hope
Through laughing oaks, priceless moments…
Kindling dreams, abiding in fires – flames burning
Away the past, the darkness, the shadows…
The gasping tears and silence,
Fears who tremble in the heart, silent
But never lost, always testing the hope –
Prayers risk their voices to be heard,
By the One who knows HIS WORD is the beautiful
In the timeless flow, the river of happiness.
Pure like the dream, flowing over smoothed stones,
Love like the wonders of a grace, stirring light,
Feelings believed to be forever – blowing on the night,
Insights and lasting peace, intimate as the wind,
Silent as the breathe, just as much a miracle as the grace
Abiding in those who know Him as Savior.
Yes, His love is the reason I feel like I’ve been blessed,
Blessed by the wind, the leaves, the prayers…
Everlasting love, it is always there,
His gift to the soul who knows… with Him,
There is real hope – there is real joy, real peace,
Real love that leaves the soul filled with the knowing…
That, with Him, there is grace that knows no doubting,
Faith that knows no darkness, love that is forever, always…
Abiding inside those who know the One who guides us,
Through the fears, the tears, the years of loss –
Into the assurance that, with Him, there is a perfect
That is beyond describing, a perfect that is alive and inviting,
The soul to believe, the heart to agree – With HIM,
There is love that inspires the sweetness of a life, the sweet…
The sweet is the life that knows Him, the light – the life…
The love that is forever and always, never fading, always abiding…
Inside, where He is the influence, the guide for everlasting…
The light who is love, the master of all that is good!
JESUS is JESUS
There's no compromise
The biggest Holy Heart
done real Divine sacrifice
Not only in the heart of Christians
though we know and believe HIM
in the name of Christian Religion
See with true humanly self heart….
A holy Angel of "GOD THE INFINITY"
Cried for the real World's of Humanity
The revelations of God – HOLY ONLY YOU O’ GOD--
"Holy you?
You are
Only, only you?
The revelations of God
And is the guiding holy text of the Christian religion.
Of holy? “blessed.” relationship between holy and whole;
In the religious sense probably developed
From keeping believers spiritually whole —
And pure Holy only exalted worthy of complete devotion SURE
God as one perfect
In goodness and righteousness
DIVINE for the Lord our God is holy
Only devoted entirely to the deity
His the works of the deity a holy temple
Holy prophets having a divine quality of holy love
Hallelujah
Venerated as or as if sacred Holy Scripture
Living word Jesus, might holy councilor
Only one thing that is true,
God’ appropriate,
Necessary in a particular situation, in contrast
He’s never unordinary
He’s all the truth the only true,
He’s in the sense of just, Merely
At the moment He’s no theory.
He’s never weary
God is just
Simply just
God is purely just
Merely just only God
He’s more than
Nothing but only God
Only
At most He’s most
Only, Always only God
My God, Our God, Our God is Holy Only-Hallelujah"
10/19/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Grace sings…
In glorious praise
Heaven’s healing, hope
Riding the waves of inspiration,
Laughter, light, gratification
Grace smiles…
Sending peace and promise
Rare joy, breathing from a heart
Felt by the music, the rhythm
Poetry, psalms, wisdom
Grace breathes…
Silencing all the worries,
Reassuring, inspiring, charming
Filling the spirit with wonder
Miracles, blessings, dreams
Grace frees…
Comforting the soul
Soothing away all the hurt
Restoring the melody of light
Sparkling, shining, rousing
Grace stirs…
Coloring the heart
In hues of serenity, amity
Peace that is like a solace
Healing, heartening, gentling
Grace whispers…
Intimate truths, belief
To the soul who knows He is
The way through every distress
Splendor, sensitivity, glorious
Grace brings…
Adoration, celebration, worship
For the One who made all life worthwhile
The One who abides inside to provide
Assurance that His love will never doubt
Grace believes…
Beholding all the splendor
His kiss against the spirit
Rustle of silent contentment
Embracing, enfolding, awakening
Grace knows…
His love is much stronger than pride
When He forgives, it is forever – surviving
All the sorrows, the darkness, the weariness
His love erases every tear that appears….
Listen to His love – grace soothes every fear
Listen to His glory – the light upon His face
Listen to His music – creating joy as we praise
The One who brings the answers, the way…
To reach beyond our concern, so we can learn…
Of One who inhales faith and exhales a way
To breathe life – real life, from His saving grace!
You keep searching for me,
On streets of hopelessness, endlessly.
Your eyes see through my life’s despair,
A silent witness to the burdens I bear.
Your heart longs for my return,
Oh Lord, your love forever burns.
Reach out your hands; don’t let me fall,
I hear your voice, your faithful call.
You keep searching, though I stray,
Your eyes watch through my coldest days.
Never resting, never dim,
Your light guides me back to Him.
Embrace me now, help me to stand,
Carry me gently in your hand.
Lead me, Lord, to your perfect way,
Forgive my sins—I’m here to stay.
You remind me of your faithfulness,
Oh Lord, your love is endless.
Reach out your hands; I hear your plea,
I’m coming home, please hold me.
You are so good, so wonderful,
Your love eternal, pure, and beautiful.
Your faithfulness never fades away—
Reach out your hands; I’ll follow, I’ll obey.
I’m coming back, with all my heart,
Lead me, Lord, to a brand-new start.
Your grace, your mercy, forever true,
Reach out your hands—I’m coming back to you.
Silent, He bore His cross
Endured the pain and shame
Under the scrutiny
Of scoffers filled with sin
Feeling their mutiny
Silent, He bore His Cross
Gave up His life for those
Who left Him suspended
Between heaven and earth
Alone, undefended
Silent, He bore His cross
Erasing our sin debt
Knowing He gave His all
Reminds us what was paid
So on God we can call
Silent, He bore His cross
In three days, on Easter
Jesus Christ rose again
Alive, He came to give
Freedom to souls, amen
ALL APRIL in MONCHIELLE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
Easter Theme
April 11, 2022
She was Catholic, I a Baptist
By Franklin Price
Sunday 02/06/2022
She was Catholic, I a Baptist
As Christians not so far apart
We both believe Christ died for us
That same belief's in both our hearts
How we got to that point
The procedure's not the same
I know we'll meet again in Heaven
We both believe, in Jesus' name
When Barbara passed three weeks ago
The priest came to our house
He gave her absolution
She was Catholic and my spouse.
We had not been to any church
For around eleven years
I thanked him for his coming
And I hugged him through my tears
This morning I went to his church
To hear his mass and praise the Lord
I saw Christ was on the cross
At service end the wine was poured
The communion then was taken
And I watched it from the pew
I did no partaking
I did not know what to do.
When the service was all over
As the priest walked down the aisle
I stopped him, thanked him once again
We hugged each other, with a smile
I was so glad I called him
For the Catholic she had been
That he'd hug a Baptist in his church
I may go that way again