Glory to God for the weekly memorial of the Lord’s supper, for the unity around the Lord’s table, for the joy brought by the Lord’s day, for the encouragement heard from the Lord’s servants, for the motivation to be honorable in the Lord’s sight.

by J. Randal Matheny © 2014

I’ve showered and shaved and sprayed cologne,
Am ready to go out on my own,
I drank my tea and ate my bread,
And butter to taste with knife I spread,
In fine array I’m dressed and shoed,
With even a cap on the noggin glued,
I’ve found my specs, to leave I’m free —
If only I could find the front door key.

by J. Randal Matheny © 2014

After one or two examples of verse,
Some surfers tire, and leave my site the worse
For reading poetry. I blame them not.
For many, a poem is but a stain, a blot —
A stubborn blot — upon straightforward prose,
A foreign name given to a local rose.
Few they be in this new world who read,
For fast and short and lazy be their creed.