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R.L. Bunch Poem
Jesus is the vine,
We are pruned by God to grow,
The branches bear fruit.
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A busy tree
Mystical and free.
A spiritual land mark to pine shores.
To place an ornament,
To place a Santa treat,
To place dazzling colors.
A reef to place over white lights
Of our advent to come.
The spirit tree,
Where fairies and fireflies are free
And the new born Jesus is our glee.
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Logging with friends.
Longing to receive a wood gift card.
We cut trees,
We make rafts,
We ride them.
We find we have much to say
And with wood, a house to stay.
We gather round a campfire
Sitting on wood stumps
With our jolly ol' boys, belly bumps.
We share a merry Christmas.
We smell pine tree incense.
We open our presents in the out back.
To nature we give back
The seeds that keep on giving
That spreads with a animal track.
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Leaves with specs of gold,
Gently dance above the earth,
The tree is now bare.
Jesus is the vine,
We are pruned by God to grow,
The branches bear fruit.
The Christmas season,
A kissing mistletoe glance,
Dancing and merry.
Lonely winter land,
Skiing with rain turned to slush,
Tears turned to sadness.
A warm sunny ray,
A thrill that lasts to the end,
Falling icicles.
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A beat for every step and every trade.
To dance and sing for thine soon married wife.
A guitar stringed. A harp to take you played.
A beat to drum and drive at dark is life.
A beat to string in sitting position
When singing to your newest mate. No knife
Can cut the love of your new condition.
A beat to drum and drive at dark is life.
A sailing boat. The sweetest honeymoon.
A storm approaches now causing much strife.
The beat does continue though scared too soon.
A beat to drum and drive at dark is life.
The beat of life goes on and on, but storms
Can’t shake the love of God from man it forms.
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The Holy Spirit
Shows forgiveness to us now.
Communion with God.
Fear in our bodies.
Fear in our minds and our hearts.
Jesus breaks through it.
Proclaim God's mercy.
He breathes the Holy Spirit.
Receive the spirit.
As the risen Lord,
He brings us peace as first fruits.
Suddenly He's here.
A mad buffalo,
I see it in the pages
Peppered with arrows.
A buffalo hunt.
A rain dance does start the clouds.
It bleeds and it pours.
A playwright does write.
Lightning destroys the music.
New songs are written.
Thunder does collide.
It starts to rain down chaos.
Lightning does now strike.
Rays of evil seen.
Darkness points to me and blooms.
I repent and win.
He escapes me now.
Lucifer hides and does run.
God will slay our foe.
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Routing Evil:
Over plains ink prints
Tales of God routing evil.
Jesus finds and saves.
Passion Sunday:
The passion of Christ.
Jesus was hanged on a cross.
Truly this was God.
Blind Man:
A blind man washes
Clay in the pool of Siloam.
Now he see's the light.
Thirsty Israelites:
Thirst in the desert.
Moses taps water from rock.
They now drink refreshed.
The Transfiguration:
Peter, James and John
Are taken up a mountain.
Jesus does transform.
The Light of Jesus:
We bless our candles.
Light has come into the world,
His name is Jesus.
Be Perfect:
Be holy for God.
Have love for your enemies
As the perfect Christ.
Free in Christ:
Jesus came to free
Us from the power of sin,
Death and selfishness.
The Salt of the Earth:
Having mercy and
Pursued for God’s righteousness.
You are now earth's salt.
The Walls of Jericho:
Walking by the walls.
On the seventh day it fell
With trumpets and shouts.
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Jesus lights the dark.
The moon lights the night ever.
Glimmer on dark play.
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I’m sorry.
Roses are red.
Violets are blue
But I’m not the man for you.
Oh Joanna I’m sorry
It didn’t work out
But blooming flowers
And souls move on.
Opening into the fray
I didn’t get to say
What the colors spray.
It opens and bruises.
The many colors
Wide awake and tight
But up and open
Sprouts a flower fountain.
The tears spray as the
Flower blooms
Colors of love and dooms
An out come of a curtain
Of misfortune.
Life goes on
But the flower tears and wilts
And we cry,
Though the flower is tight
And immortal.
But now it shades
A new hue.
Blue just for you
Though red is dead.
We stretched the flower
As wide as it would go.
Thou are mine
And always will be.
The new shade
Will cover us
As we move on.
A new life for me
And you that is blue.
Open and empty
Was my heart
That you tore apart
But now it’s sad and true
Because I new I loved you.
The many hues
Of our relationship
Is now grey
Except for the new
Bloom of blue.
A flower which
I had prepared
Just for you.
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Down my cheek, I knelt,
God was there to see me cry,
God saw tears of joy.
A gift box and rose,
Many finger prints of love
Seals an expression.
Morning Sunday mass,
Voices worshiping my God
Echoes long after.
Sky and space, aeons.
The cosmos whispers my ear,
I find I am frail.
Funny squirrel lies
On its belly, porch railing
Food is thrown, it leaps.
Pray for the Dalits.
For the sick, for the starving.
Smiling ever now.
A crayon love mark.
Happy days are ahead now.
She draws a world spark.
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