The tree that towered above the rest
Came crashing down, toppled by Wind;
Though tall and broad, with terrible boast,
Its trunk was hollow, and failed to stand.
What’s left are dying roots and chips,
A hole in the ground, and damaged wall,
But, soon, repairs and city sweepers
Will cover all signs of the sudden fall.
So God was there, as always,
Himself complete, the three of him,
and we want to ask, how long
of eternity before he decided
to create — what a nonsensical question!
As if minutes and seconds counted
before the First Creative Word to Let
there be light! — when nothing contingent
or iffy existed. As I was saying, so God was there —
not that there was a place — for space didn’t come
along until later — and he spoke it all
into existence — it didn’t just happen.
He made it happen.
And he had a reason for making it happen.
And it all fit, and worked, until somebody
goofed it up (we’ll not call names). And still
it works, because God keeps it going.
So he spoke not only the universe
into existence, but shouted out
the reason as well, for those who’re inclined
And for those who aren’t,
they can always believe in evolution,
or some such nonsense.
In time, the weights of life increase,
God exercises the working soul.
The lifting strains will never cease,
His power you learn more and more to extol.
Burdens remain, the heart discerns
To release them from the inner man.
Though worldly chains may bind the hand,
Upon eternal grace the spirit turns.
Today, I meet with God, in faith,
In deep and copious blessings I bathe,
I live in truth in Jesus’ death.
Today, my needs the Lord provides,
His tender mercy to justice adds,
And changes all my attitudes.
Today, the future holds no fear,
From here eternity’s not far,
For God-who-Is draws me near.
At such a time as this has God
placed you where you are, to act
on behalf of his people. Many will scoff
and scorn you. Silence is not an option.
Speak surely and firmly, with love,
the Word of God on your lips, arising
from your heart full of goodness.
Jeremiah’s group has room for more,
a lonely prophet with meager results,
among a stubborn people with eyes wide shut.
The Lord may start again through you.
Doubt not his power. The Kingdom seeds will sprout
where least the world expects. An open heart,
a will of flint for God’s devoted service,
this fertile earth will bear a hundredfold.
Patience! Be whom you ought, do what you must,
and let the Spirit rain upon your planting.
He blows at will, you cannot see his work,
just when you think he’s left your field of sowing,
the ground breaks, the tender shoots appear,
harvest promise gladdens and strengthens faith.
God does not string you along,
but tests you, proves you, burns
away the dross, prepares your soul for better things.
Keep on, keep on, that day is coming.
To you I cry, O Lord of lights,
Illumine my soul, and hear my plea;
The devil is near with flaming darts,
Make swift my feet, that I might flee.
Come touch my heart and make me whole,
Fill every need, make glory shine;
And under your hand, no plan shall fail,
When Word and Deed in faith combine.
A world of peoples, cultures, languages,
Lies beyond my small horizon,
Across oceans, over mountains,
Around the corner from my house.
My little circle draws a line
To neatly hold my loved ones in,
Define those I consider mine,
Exclude who isn’t my kith and kin.
To others the kingdom’s door is shut,
My comfort rules, I can’t be bothered,
In my own clan my treasure’s put —
The gospel? By someone else be offered.
A new Bible, a new journal, a new page,
a new day, a new start, a new age —
So much newness! So much hope! Unspoken fear!
Can I really and truly change in this new year?
Growth has happened, progress made, but oh! how slow!
God prepares his people with patience — Yes, Lord, I know!
This little gem was sent to my Cloudburst poetry list back in 2008. Nobody saw it outside that now defunct list. (Here’s the post I wrote on the occasion.) So I thought I’d revive it, since it applies even more, now that we have some grandkids near us to share the holiday with. What doesn’t apply is the mention of cold. All the windows are open here, and the fans at high speed.
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“How,” the man thought to himself, “how
Did I ever reach this lowest point in my life?
And now it seems I have no strength to stop.
The end is in sight, this path’s ignoble ruin.
Must I observe my final steps to death?”
He did not reach his present state at once,
But inch by imperceptible inch was moved
Away from ultimate good, by a velvet voice,
His conscience squelched, his eternal soul convinced
That one small step made no real difference.