In his fig tree, a man could find no fruits.
Cut it down! To the gardener, he said
I'll, the gardener said, tend its deep roots.
If it fails to yield, I'll see it’s soon dead.
Pilot killed the pilgrims of Galilee.
They amalgamated with oblations.
From Siloam Tower's fall, who could flee?
Should humans set aside moral foundations?
Fruit sense should be the essence of a tree.
Shouldn't rulers and natives have sin-sense?
If from flaws and sins humans are not free
Won't divine wrath on beings be intense?
You, though a sinner, are given a chance.
Repentance or perish. It's is your stance
Categories:
siloam, jesus,
Form: Sonnet
When you see God's staff and rod
You may think "punishment" as I used to do -
Think again dear Lisa, sister Sue, brothers Josh and Andrew ...
II
Because I had time in America, escaping from a new South Africa ...
I joined the Church. My Jesus, who chased me down (and head wisdom),
Chased me out of Church, "SILOAM" ... taught me to love Him outside!
III
His "punishments" began to taste sweeter and sweeter perhaps
Because I made room for the Holy Spirit, thanks Katherine Kuhlman,
and pastors Mike and Debbie Dodson, Ray Kingrea,Tree of Life Ministries;
As the best mothering advisor, The Spirit showed me the Father's Way
Where the rod and His Love redirect me from ritual to intercede & pray
IV
Now I read and learn, God will use even our sin for transformation -
Yes, all sin is an affront to the integrity of God, a stain before holiness -
He alone can make all things work together, only by pure prerogative,
as the Calvinists might say. Denominations aside, no Spirit = no LIFE!
We must fathom the Father's Love, who became Jesus upon a Cross.
shalom, shalom (Please pray for those dealing with cancer, & addiction)
Categories:
siloam, america, atheist, bible, cancer,
Form: Blank verse
“Or those eighteen who died when the tower in Siloam fell on them—do you think they were more guilty than all the others living in Jerusalem? I tell you, no! But unless you repent, you too will all perish”
(Luke 13:4–5)
Sweet bitter bite
stirs the tree snake — Eden’s crumbling.
The seed of Eve trembling...petals turn white.
Adamic-tongue fumbling.
Father of lights, his promise to the flailing man —
sepulcher - womb of new beginnings, a good plan.
Flickering windows! Falling clan.
Dueling swords plunge into deep soil — the warring heights.
6/16/2019
Writing Challenge, June 2019, Crumbling Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Categories:
siloam, america, christian,
Form: Rhyme
“Or those eighteen who died when the tower in Siloam fell on them—do you think they were more guilty than all the others living in Jerusalem? I tell you, no! But unless you repent, you too will all perish”
(Luke 13:4–5)
Sweet bitter bite
stirs the tree snake — Eden’s crumbling.
The seed of Eve trembling...petals turn white.
Adamic-tongue fumbling.
Father of lights, his promise to the flailing man —
sepulcher - womb of new beginnings, a good plan.
Flickering windows! Falling clan.
Dueling swords plunge into deep soil — the warring heights.
6/16/2019
Writing Challenge, June 2019, Crumbling Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Categories:
siloam, sin,
Form: Rhyme
Jesus cured a blind man who had been blind since the day of his birth.
Jesus put clay on his eyes that he made when he spat and mixed the spittle with Earth.
Jesus told him to go wash in the pool of Siloam after he put the clay on his eyes.
When he did this, he could see and people were in for a very big surprise.
When they saw that he could see, some thought that it wasn't the same man.
When they saw that he now had sight, it was hard for them to understand.
But all that they needed to understand was that it was a miracle that Jesus performed.
Because of Jesus and his father, a man could see who had been blind since he was born.
Categories:
siloam, bible, jesus, miracle, religion,
Form: Rhyme
The damp foggy mist is heavy
coating the pines and creek.
The rising sun shades it deep pink.
Black sheep float over seek
a peek of the country's peaceful scene.
Quiet siloam time short.
Soon the owl will be asleep.
The rooster stops his exhorts..
As I peel the tangerine
and the scent permeates
the cold damp morning air; life gives
So many golden states
to be enjoyed, deep the delight
exciting time in life.
Thank you God for another day
And for hearing the wildlife..
Categories:
siloam, life, nature, time,
Form: Verse
In there eyes,littering the place
Like trash, I see the direlects, trace
The broken shards of faith scattered
Across lobby, waiting out the futility
Of their unmiracled lives. Stuttered
Hope looks at me, another disability
Coming to this Siloam where no angel fly.
Money buys no life, but without it we die
In the very presence of the medicine in
These emergency rooms carcassed with sin.
Dying to get well
We live between the pain of death
And the despair of hell.
The wait, undurable, spawns sunset
to sunset and chasm between. The eyes
Closed, resigned to the fate that denies
Man a creed
That life against all odds must succeed.
Categories:
siloam, life,
Form: Verse