I’ve nothing to say, a denier of good,
My lips are still: no lie, no truth,
But falsehood of silence, this failed tongue;
Confession of Christ is faith alive,
The Word proclaimed, the Way affirmed,
But dare I face the danger of man?
My fear refuses to speak of freedom.
Time past for us to renew respect,
A virtue lost from long neglect;
Give honor to God, his vast array
Of powers and gifts on full display. Continue reading
Well, now — the Lord he’s been a long time a comin’, it seems,
I say — I been a seein’ him approachin’ in my dreams,
His glory’s growin’ brighter night by night,
He’s mighty loud, and gives me quite a fright,
All around — are marchin’ beasts and flyin’ cherubim, hmm,
His robes — a flappin’ in the wind, it’s him, oh, him! Continue reading
His cause is Himself to bless, bestow,
No task or trifle or minor goal,
In God is no vain need for show,
But glory for the lacking soul. Continue reading
I say to you — of water and Spirit
You must be born — of yours no merit.
The way is strait, and few there be
That find the gate to the living tree.
I say again — verily, verily —
You must be saved — narrowly, narrowly!
You say we think that we alone
Will enter heaven’s gates,
As if to us alone had God shown
What final fate awaits. Continue reading
Day 1 of the National Poetry Writing Month
The world unfolds, a leaf writ large,
A birth of space for eyes to behold,
Its tender shoots of infant green,
In timely growth, from room to room,
An opening, spreading splash of tones,
Invitation to touch and feel,
Become and, in becoming, live.
Did it once, in 2011. National Poetry Writing Month. Thirty poems in 30 days. I’m in for April, 2014! Watch here. Coming soon. Today, it starts. Tag: napowrimo.
Maybe it’s not for nothing that the last words of the Lord Jesus in John’s gospel are these, meant for Peter: Continue reading
Evangelical televangelist Ray Comfort produced a 30-minute video and released it on YouTube as a response, apparently, to the Russell-Crowe version of Noah. It talked so much about the signs of the last times, I quit before I got to the nine-minute mark. Continue reading