Jesus is no more a newborn king,
But now, exalted in heaven, is reining,
To the Son of Man the virgin Mary gave birth,
He came to save mankind from sin, in death. Continue reading
2 Kings 2.1-18
Elijah moved from place to place, and with him,
Faithfully, his man Elisha. Prophets
Said along the way the Lord would take him.
Elisha cried before the wind and chariots.
The soul, unseen, is born and seeks
It’s maker—moves body and mind in space
And time—distracted by temptations,
Sights, and sounds—direction lost,
The path beyond in pale outline,
The fading flower falls from the vine.
O Lord, can clay complain to the Potter?
And say, Why did you make me this way?
Why did you treat me in this manner?
Why do I not have the shape or color
Of that beautiful, privileged pot? Why not
A better quality of clay for me?
Of course not! So why do I question
Your wisdom, smolder resentful,
And pout at my defects—‘Poor me!’
I do. You know I do. And still
You work to mold me, ungrateful vessel
That I am. In fear, I wonder:
Might you tomorrow decide to quit,
Abandon this clay, and start anew?
and I shall walk in a wide place,
for I have sought your precepts. Psa 119.45
Wide, open space to move and breathe,
Of which the ancients wrote, they prayed
To walk in freedom, sure of their step,
Their progress certain, confident saints
Who knew God’s blessing and presence.
In crowded cities, with busy agendas,
Little do we know of openness,
Of time to reflect, with deeper thoughts;
Schedules tight around our throats—
O Lord, broaden our path of life.
Live well this shortened life; there’ll be no other!
Discover whence comes love’s deep wellspring;
Take stock of all you say and do — be sure
You focus on the most important thing:
What lies above, the good that will endure
Beyond this earth, eternal blessings that bring
A person into the presence of God the Father.
Shout for joy to God, our source of strength,
In our distress we called, and he reached down;
He welcomes all to refuge in his tent,
By him the lonely heart is loved and known. Continue reading
The Persian queen risked all to save
The people of God, for such a time,
Sought not to keep her person safe,
But prayed against the pagan tide.
“If I perish, I perish,” she cried,
Against the law, to plead with the king;
Would she die for so small a crime,
When all the Jews Haman sought to kill?
Not once in the book does God appear,
The author does not write his name,
But in the events, behind the appeal,
God’s everywhere, to save his nation.
So much unknown — how this disturbs the mind!
But what we know should cause us greater alarm:
Our sins have doomed us! Self has brought us harm!
To seek the Lord, the devil has made us blind.
The powerful, the proud, the pompous movers of wealth,
The heads of every size on a tiny isle,
United to spend their nations’ riches in style,
Pretending to work for justice, peace, and health. Continue reading