When politicians talk about sending somebody to hell, beware! Let them restrict themselves to actions for this life. Let God take care of assigning people to their eternal destination. Today’s Cloudburst offering touches on this and on how Christ’s disciples have a far greater concern than justice, as man defines it, but work to save others. Continue reading
This life is full of wrong,
Its beauty deeply marred,
A cry behind the song,
And flies within the nard. Continue reading
That’s recent pieces, John, not Reece’s Pieces. Some people think only of chocolate. Not me. Nope, not at all.
This quatrain, posted yesterday on The Fellowship Room, has garnered a bit of attention, “Your Bible Version.”
Among the saints, beloved friends,
More deeply am I drawn
To drink of You who daily sends
More strength when mine is gone. Continue reading
Brotherly communion is a wonderful thing to experience. I came home and jotted down this little poem to celebrate the day today.
Among us mix both tears and mirth,
We stand before the storm that is life,
With hugs of warmth, and healing words,
The family of God in faithful communion. Continue reading
Here’s the illustration: Postman walks right by dead man. There’s even a short quatrain in it for you.
This poem is a somber reminder of trading off spiritual and eternal hope for temporary, worldly pleasures. I use the first-person singular, but hope to avoid being in the number.
Three stanzas use iambic pentameter with an ABBA rhyme scheme, a bit different from my usual.
The first stanza goes like this: Continue reading
Friday night is probably the worst time to share a poem, even to readers of the exclusive Cloudburst list. But since I’ve delayed for some time, I decided to do the worst and send. Continue reading
by J. Randal Matheny © 2012
Don’t waste your life with sour regret,
The future’s theirs who soon forget
The squandered chances, time ill spent,
Who know the joy to truly repent. Continue reading