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on good friday
Our Saviour died
so with God we can be reconsiled
he died to take our burden and pain
he came to set thr captives free
he died for freedom for you
and for me
we are free from condemnation
we are free from strife
because Jesus died to give us new Life.
Amen.
colossions 1 12 - 14
12 Giving thanks unto the Father, which hath made us meet to be partakers of the inheritance of the saints in light:
13 Who hath delivered us from the power of darkness, and hath translated us into the kingdom of his dear Son:
14 In whom we have redemption through his blood, even the forgiveness of sins
ROMANS 6
Therefore we are buried with him by baptism into death: that like as Christ was raised up from the dead by the glory of the Father, even so we also should walk in newness of life.
5 For if we have been planted together in the likeness of his death, we shall be also in the likeness of his resurrection:
6 Knowing this, that our old man is crucified with him, that the body of sin might be destroyed, that henceforth we should not serve sin.
7 For he that is dead is freed from sin.
8 Now if we be dead with Christ, we believe that we shall also live with him:
9 Knowing that Christ being raised from the dead dieth no more; death hath no more dominion over him.
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Written on 18th April 2004, a Maundy Thursday, one of the three
sacred holy days forming the Christian spiritual calendar: Maundy Thursday, Good Friday, and Easter Mark. A contemplative piece set in Shakespearean sonnet style depicts profound human transition from spiritual exhaustion to divine surrender. It talks of stripping away the external ego to find internal sacred peace.
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When hope feels thin, and your horizon far,
When righteousness your own for little counts,
Broken and bruised and battered when you are,
When your wasted shadow forever haunts;
When rites and rituals robbed are of magic,
And piety nor pilgrimage might please,
Belaboured worship loses all its logic,
Divine grace seems to gasp for fresher lease;
When you are keen to off-load your old self,
To fill life’s vacuum with His holy presence,
Too keen to leave behind all power and pelf,
The heart whilst craves a deep unending silence;
Ready thence you’re to embrace divine bliss,
To fill your life with fullness that is His.
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Sonnet | 13.04.2004 |
I was never a great athlete, just a sub-par one at best.
I don't sing, play an instrument, nor did I ever learn to dance.
As a young boy, I felt and accepted the call to preach the gospel,
but from a professional standpoint, I did not succeed in that field.
Moreover, I spent the prime years of my life in other fields of endeavor
To support what I felt to be the true calling and purpose of my life.
During those 30 plus years of ministry and raising a family with my
very supportive and dedicated wife, there was still a longing inside of
me that cried for attention. The years came and went, but there was
something yet unstarted, yet unheeded, sitting on the shelf of my life.
By then, I was mid-50's and felt I was running out of time with a mission
unfulfilled. I was filled with a purpose like a seed planted inside of me by the hand of God, but this seed was not germinating. I knew that it was passed the time for me to launch, and I had no excuse, because this project did not require an allocation of funds, and the only equipment required was pen and paper. So on an amtrak train in 2004, I began to write.
In 2015, I discovered Poetry Soup and began to post my poems and stories.
A few days ago, I reached the mark on Poetry Soup of 1000 postings. I tell you from personal experience, I have come to realize that as a famous violinist once said, "The music is not in the instrument, but in the soul". Yes, the writing was deep inside of my soul, but it seems that it was being delayed, distracted, and blocked. Though it was a long time coming, 'release' did come, and when it did, my soul found relief, sweet peace, and refreshment because
the writing was released.
102019PoSoupCtest, Strand Choice A, Brian Strand(030920)
Let me tell you a story...
It has not happened often in our neck of the woods;
I can remember only one time we've had snow on Easter.
The Ohio River had flooded earlier
that March of 1964
causing many disruptions in our lives.
Our town had a floodwall which protected
its low-lying residences from damage;
but my aging grandmother had to evacuate her area
and come to our home ten miles north.
This flood was second only (in her lifetime)
to the disastrous cost and destruction
triggered by a 1937 deluge.
Her visit was haunted by the memory of
severe damage to their home and business
twenty-seven years earlier
during the worst flood ever on the Ohio.
She worried the whole time - re-telling stories
of how folks had taken sick with scarlet fever and pneumonia.
How they had to stay with higher-ground relatives
and the back-breaking clean-up after the water receded.
They had just bought a new square grand piano.
She told of how they put ropes under the
legs and hoisted up it to the ceiling to
protect it from the water damage.
This was the first time I ever remember
her spending any time away from her home.
She and my grandpa ran a small grocery store
and made their mark in the community
by also selling homemade ice cream.
Just prior to the era of swirling soft-serve,
Tom's Ice Cream was known for miles around.
When grandma finally returned to her home,
the damage was more than her eighty-five years could bear.
My German-immigrant granny died on Good Friday
and was buried on the following Sunday, March 29, 1964.
I remember well, we had a light dusting of snow that Easter,
a kind of heavenly eulogy
marking her entrance
to eternity.
April 22, 2022
Sponsor Constance La France
Contest Name Form N - Narrative - New Poems
I chose a family theme
Good Friday be with you all
A once in a year Friday
Christ has been crucified
Every year for two thousand years
He doesn’t complain at all
Today is a day to fast for believers
Jesus sacrificed his flesh for us
It’s not proper to eat fresh meat today
So, I’ll leave the leftovers in the fridge
Just as Christ was hungry on the cross
Can I drink on Good Friday?
Are hard spirits ok, Holy Spirit?
He hung there on the cross thirsty
Three hours like holy smoked meat
At high noon the sun eclipsed
As the light returned and He cried
The earth shook in mourning
A soldier pierced his side
Blood and wine pour out
The Roman said the meat was done
Where was he for three days?
Was he with the Easter Bunny?
No one knows but God
The shell of a cracked man
Was placed in Joseph’s tomb
A meat in a slow cooker for three days
Then the boulder rolled away
Like an Easter egg down the hill
Then Christ rose from the dead
For 40 days He was with us
Our disbelief was our shame
He showed us how to die
On the Feast of Ascension
He left us alone once more
As he rose to be with Father
He cried thrice more
His Chuch fell apart years later
So, I drink strong spirits
On this Good Friday
To unify my body with Christ’s
On the darkest of all Fridays
Till Sunday when He wakes
He’ll find a chocolate bunny crowned
King of Consumption
Give us Barabbas
Feeling pulled muscles :(
Some elderly always ache!
Now I feel their pain :(
It hurts to get up
To sit, stand, walk, bend, or move
How long will this last
Venting though this poem
Helps me cope with everything
I don't mean to whine
Still, I can do stuff
My chores, reading, writing, Prayer
Cook, meditate, smile
I sure hope and pray
My aches and pains will leave me
Praying for healing
I'm resting, stretching
Doing easy exercise
I'm hanging in there
It's nothing! Compared --
-- to His hanging on the Cross!
Extreme aches and pains :(
Sharing Suffering
Is an opportunity
To be close to Him
Close enough to kiss
--As Mother Teresa said--
A Kiss from the Cross
This just in: Update
I'm better (thanks be to God)
Full recovery! :)
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"You have searched me, LORD, and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down; You are familiar with all my ways. Before a word is on my tongue You, LORD, know it completely. You hem me in behind and before, and You lay your hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain. (Psalms 139:1-6. NIV)
114.
My 27th Leaf
Picked thee on head high
With crowd my side by
From batchmates away
To them again, hey
It's called here “apoy”
A highschool batchmate
Parish affiliate
Rich and religious
Family Venus
Of the Ilawod
Fourth month and sixth day
It's a Good Friday
After procession
Night lights were turned on
Before the “duaw”
Where people cluster
On banwa proper
Second last caro
Float San Enchero
A Station of Cross
Again with batchmates
Like the former years
Somehow miracle
Rare get-together
The Lord bonds us here!
-04/06/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas Collection
645.
Meditation on the 5th Sorrowful Mystery:
The Crucifixion of Jesus Christ
Upon reaching Golgotha, they crucified Jesus
(And above His head was a label, “King of the Jews”)
Alongwith Him, two robbers were also crucified
(One on His right side & one on His left side)
This is the 5th Sorrowful Mystery – The Crucifixion of Jesus Christ
One of the robbers mocked Jesus & told Him to set them loose
(There were also people passing by who continued to insult the nailed Jesus)
Soon before Jesus died, the sky was covered with darkness
(And when Jesus died, the earth quaked & the people there went home with regretfulness)
The fruit of this mystery – Perseverance
Oh God who had Thy Son be nailed on the cross
(For the salvation of mankind the greatest cause)
The God whose passion & death is the greatest sacrifice
(For the salvation of mankind an offering suffice)
As “The Crucifixion of Jesus Christ” had shown “Perseverance”
Lord God, like in “The Crucifixion of Jesus Christ”, we have to persevere
(In all our trials & sufferings until the end comes near)
Like Jesus Christ who persevered until His holy death
(We holdfast to the Lord our God until our final breath)
Praise God! We realized “Perseverance” through the 5th Sorrowful Mystery.
-04/19/2019 (Good Friday)
*Meditations on the Mysteries of the Holy Rosary
Beaten beyond recognition
Tortured in ways we’d like to ignore
Because our hearts are disturbed
By the darkness that fell across our world
When Jesus was dying on a cross,
Crucified for the sins that were ours
But were also sins we’d never pay for
Because He gave up His life at Calvary
Where we could visit and find redemption
Forgiveness for those sins we committed
Pardon for the crimes of our spirits
Barely breathing, He spoke the words…
“It is finished” before leaving this world
For the hereafter, where we were so sure
We’d never be able to talk with Him again
Or feel the wonder of His kindness,
His gentleness or sensitivity, His wisdom
Or His grace and penetrating compassion
Someone offered Him their tomb
A rich man, who believed in His love
Others were willing to clean Him up
Placing His body where no one could harm
The One who was loved beyond words
The One who was at the heart of hope
The One who made us feel so sure
God would have His way – His day
Filling lives with assurance of His grace
He left this world and went to the tomb
Wrapped in grave clothes and spices
Placed in the heart of the earth
Where we were sure His body would be
Secure until we could sleep in peace
Sleep away the grief that was ours, complete
In a way that only reminded the heart
Of His death, His departing from the lives
Who loved Him more than anything else
As His lifeless body lay in that tomb
Hearts grieved for the One who had come
To bring love to the dark and lonely world
To shine a light into the lives who knew
Only the dimness of despair and depression
With Him, life had finally been better
Now, with Him gone, hearts were mourning
With a solemnity that was so very painful
That was the day that they lay God to rest
That was the day that love was placed to the test
That was the day that our lives were blessed!
When Christ hung, and bled, and died, it was God saying to the world, "I love you." - Billy Graham
it's somewhere around 33 AD
There he hangs on a tree
Ridiculed and condemned
Hung they took his life and when the spirit fled and his last breath
So it's Good Friday
What's so good about this Friday for day I killed my savior he died
Yes, it's Good Friday
Time for my Lord Jesus to fly
Near 3:00 PM in the afternoon bright daylight stops as the Moon walks across the skies covering the Sun
It's darker than midnight
For the moment minutes passing
It's darker than black sunlight shines but you can't see behind the Moon
And those minutes the moment of Jesus passing
4/3/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021