Palms Sunday

We remember how you put palms in our hands,

palms in our open ,naked hands. Hands that once

tapped tapped keep tapping on wood and on flesh.

Before these ritual cleansings and gloves ond trash

Palms in our hands, hands that once lifted , opened drifted and dropped.

We consider all our sins like deadly viruses on these hands caught.

Palm of our hands are dirty cursed hands that infect

tap tap tapping on our keyboard and screen without effect

faking loving and contact with people alone and unseen

palms of our hands we proudly think of as clean

dropping and depressed alone weary and lean

We shake fist in judgement at the sight of your open hands

we cannot see palms of justice nor palms of mecy’s command

so tap tap tapping as we bang shout at door and demand

“What are you doing God? Why is death creeping  across the land?”

Palms of your hands , oh the palms of your hands too far away to see!!!

Cannot believe they are surrendered , bruised crushed , stretched , nailed to a tree!

yet , now and then , we heal without knowing or holding the palm of your hands

palms of love, palms of compassion that have roots from Eden to the plank

Burrowing driving digging demanding justice rank upon rank

Yet tap tapping bleeds love from the nails in the palm of your hand.

Where you reply to us by your justice these palms from Mercy’s command

Tap tapping at every soul bent across sick shore and sick land

“where were you child when I killed my son like a lamb?

see you were here  child , then  as now , in the palm of my hand”

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“Then did they spit in his face, and buffeted him; and others smote him with the palms of their hands,”

‭‭Matthew‬ ‭26:67‬ ‭KJV‬‬

 “Behold, I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands; thy walls are continually before me.”

‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭49:16‬ ‭KJV‬‬

“Indeed before the day was, I am He; And there is no one who can deliver out of the palm of My hand; I work, and who will reverse it?””

‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭43:13‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

 

 

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They said that I could not come and see you

They said I could imagine you were here with me

They said I should  dress as if you were coming to see me

They said  I should put chair and cross and water out for you

So I did , I dressed , I lit a candle , and in a bowl I poured water

And Suddenly, before  I could kneel, before I could think on you , before  I invited you to  come

you came. … as a voice of light on all that I thought about you

You came with a legion of light in places hiding from you

you said that you came to see me

you said that you are more than I can imagine

you said I can sit with you

You said to see your love on the cross

You said to drink of your water

you said “you are lovely”

you wrapped and warmed and wooed me in your arms of light.

4Th Sunday in Lent

“Then Jesus spoke to them again, saying, “I am the light of the world. He who follows Me shall not walk in darkness, but have the light of life.””

‭‭John‬ ‭8:12‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

 

Ashes , Ashes, we all fall down

“Blow the trumpet in Zion, Consecrate a fast, Call a sacred assembly;
Let the priests, who minister to the LORD, Weep between the porch and the altar; Let them say, “Spare Your people, O LORD, And do not give Your heritage to reproach, That the nations should rule over them. Why should they say among the peoples, ‘Where is their God?’ ””
‭‭Joel‬ ‭2:15, 17‬ ‭
Dedicated to George Unglaub
Lent 2020

What shall we do in this vineyard of palms ?

where Prudentius’s vices are verdant fronds?

where we pretend to be “Blessed “trunks from the very first psalm

While our roots sit shallow in a climate so calm

What shall be our song ?

While vile villains and viruses threaten the crop ?

shall we sing “round the Rosie “before media’s shop ?

Till preachers hold out hands to command winds to stop.

Or politicians plead for another country’s crop.

Shall we hear from afar an ancient man’s song?

Telling a dirge for all we’ve done wrong?

He rebukes our tongues with Holy tong!

“young Fools who stand at palm tree with locked knee !

You Sloths at ease as you do as you please

Weaklings who can’t cut virtuous frond

you have no good thing for the King of the palm!

shame to you ,shame to you

There is no fruit to bear through you !

You fools ,Young fools !” the ancient man cries

“ you have no hallelujah !”

he Weeps and sighs

So what , Shall we say as we look at the field?

Can we bend our stiff knees where our heart’s once kneeled?

can Wednesday Ash intention bring better yield?

Can Repentance burning 40 make A sick land healed?

The child rises to Ask the ancient Man “can we believe ? “

The child takes his hands makes a ring for them to receive

Singing …

From ashes Upon ashes another Easter crop has a chance!

See old man a new palm tree made roots for our dance !

Oh sing with me old man To the king of the palm ..

and The king of the ground where we once belonged.

Oh sing ashes and hallelujah as we fall down. !

Sing once again old man and receive your crown.

 

Mama’s Penpal

Look down Jesus from Your Holy Height to hear the groans of our children , the prisoners, to set free these doomed to die that they may live to declare

 YOUR NAME JESUS        (Psalms 102:19-21)

Oh church Oh church , can you hear our cries?

We are outside your doors , our eye never dries!

Seasons, they come like a little child’s hug:

they touch us quickly and then run away with a thug.

Days, they now fill with cents and dollars

as we run to phones to “accept the caller”

Oh church , oh church ,  can you hear our cries?

We are outside your doors , our eye never dries!

Press “pound to accept” , “press one to add more”

Time counts precious when you are behind a closed door!

On Sundays, we wait like young lovers for calls.

We can never dial out as we wait behind walls.

Oh church, oh church, can you hear our cries?

We are outside your doors, our eye never dries!

Letters in our hands melt ink into sweat and tears.

The hot heart of longing burns ash through the years.

Crinkled and worn is every word ever pleaded

We cry without ceasing “Jesus give us what is needed!”

Oh church, oh church, can you hear our cries?

We are outside your doors, our eye never dries!

We weep at your greetings and your pats without love!

We weep at your songs that shackle  sorrows  from heights above!

We weep at your lessons on how to raise up a child!

We weep at your banners and blogs against  living wild!

Oh church, oh church can you hear our cries

We are outside your doors , our eye never dries

Could you ask Jesus to be the penpal who will write a word on our hearts?

Could you tell us for certain that from our child He will never depart?

Could you show us Jesus, His body in you moving free?

That Jesus might Love the CHILD

THAT WE NEVER CAN SEE! .

 

“I was naked and you clothed me, I was sick and you visited me, I was in prison and you came to me.” Matthew 25:36 ESV http://biblecom/59/mat.25.36.esv

this poem is for all my precious sisters who have children incarcerated and were unable to see them on Mothers Day.  May Jesus assure you He penetrates ALL WALLS.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Spring Planting : Good Friday 2016

girl with shovel

See to it sister that “you do not fail to obtain the grace of God: that no ‘root of bitterness’ spring up and cause you trouble . . . forgive as you have been forgiven by Christ so that you will not be outwitted by Satan. . . cause we ain’t ignorant of his designs” Hebrews 12:15 & 2 Corinthians 2:10,11

 We plant forgiveness and we wait for love to bloom. I waited a year to see the fruit of forgiveness. Now , today ,almost to the date of my planting with Jesus , I hear a pleasant report. Therefore I repost this blog as a true testimony that when you forgive as He is forgiving  you, you will surely see the blooms of the resurrection of Love in your midst!

The Big Sister’s call

Hurry , my sister it’s Spring , it’s Spring!!

Put that Stoney thing in the dirt

For We must run and sing!!

Get Shovel, Get Hoe

Lest that Bitter Thing grow!

Put that Stoney Thing in the dirt

Lest the Devil soon sow!!

 

The Little Sister’s cry

But Sister, Sister , it stings, it stings

So it never will ever feel like spring!

I’ve a wound so tender , like a boulder at my core!

No friend , no doc, no priest could speak to a thing so sore!

Or release this Stone that the Enemy threw to settle a score!

No Goliath with gall, or David with sling, or Samson so tall or Peter could bring

My heart to be healed from the hurt of this damn Stoney thing!!

The Big Sister’s call

But Sister, but Sister, it’s Spring!!

Now put that Stoney thing in the dirt!

So you can laugh and sing!

Get shovel, Get hoe

Lest that Bitter thing grow!

Put that Stoney thing in the dirt

Lest far away your heart go

 

The Little Sister’s cry

But Sister, Sister, it stings, it stings

And now there is no longer hope for my Spring

For I claim this wound as a part of my being

And I strive no more for hearing and seeing!

So many ask me “how have you been”

I just reply “I feel the effects of sin”

I carry the stone daily like a cross on my back

I sleep with it nightly tucking it in dreams and pillow sacks!

My soul never considers what it has but always talks of what it lacks.

The Big Sister’s Call

Oh Sister, dear Sister, it’s Spring

Put that stoney thing in the dirt

So you may dress in robe and ring!

Get shovel, get hoe

Lest that bitter thing grow

Put that Stoney thing in the dirt!

Perhaps to church you should go!

The Little Sister’s Cry

But Sister, Sister , in church it will stink!

I am dead like Lazarus with no life of my own to bring!

Might it stink when I bring it to others to be buried?

Besides, I have much to prove now and my time is quite harried!

It is best dear sis that I pretend it not there!

Besides, this stone on my heart is really no ones care.

Perhaps heaven will own it if I ever get there.

The Big Sister’s Plea

Oh Sister, Stubborn Sister, come out into Spring

Put that Stoney thing in the dirt

And Let Jesus do a Resurrection thing!

Get shovel, Get hoe

Lest that Bitter thing grow

Put that Stoney thing in the dirt

Let your Spirit yield and your Pride forgo!!

The Little Sister’s Fear

But Sister, my Sister, I will be all alone

As I rip away from my heart this UNFORGIVING STONE

And I cry out to Jesus “If only you were home!!?”

Oh Sister, your prayers cause me to quiver with this shovel and hoe in hand

You are speaking strange words in a tongue I do not understand

Oh sister , Oh Sister will I be all alone?

The Big Sister prophesies

Sweet sister, Sweet Sister, See He is your Spring!!

When you put that Stoney thing in the dirt , watch a LILLIE HE BRING

How free you will be and a new song you will sing

and then,  . my Sister You WILL KNOW HE is SPRING!

The Little Sister Laments as Jesus Plants

Oh Sister , O Sister, Look now He weeps on my Heart!

The stone falls off gently , from tender edges it parts.

He lays it deep in the dirt of HIS EMPTY GRAVE!!

And grave side He calls me “child” no longer “slave”

Oh sister, O sister, why so long did I wait?

Holding tight to this hurt and bound to it’s hate?!!

I hurt Him so deeply with this stone on my heart!!

It is buried today Sister, forever to depart!!

Thinking on these things …

WHEN I THINK ON THESE THINGS. . . . . .

A poem for Jesus from the children of God . . . .

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When I think on these things ,

I see you are most TRUE!

When Song and Dance Enter THE BRIDE, each Sunday, ANEW
And Praising Hands Lift HER many Troubles to Troubles that flew
And YOUR BRIDE arises tall from pew to pew.
WHEN I THINK ON THESE THINGS, I THINK OF WHAT IS TRUE!
When I think on these things,
I SEE YOU ARE SO HONEST
when Your Word and Your Voice crush every sin among us
And LOVE binds tightly to encourage hearts towards fondness
And YOUR BRIDE grows big with your created ONENESS
WHEN I THINK ON THESE THINGS , I THINK OF WHAT IS HONEST
When I think on these things
I SEE YOU ARE ALWAYS JUST
When Prayers prayed rightly cast out pride and fear and lust
And anointing oils keep eternal flow dissolving deadly rust
And your BRIDE stands strong in  your Boldness and Trust
WHEN I THINK ON THESE THINGS, I THINK OF WHAT IS JUST
When I think on these things
I SEE YOU AS PERFECTLY PURE
When children hear Jesus and look certain and sure
And the” least of these” reminds each heart of what LOVE will cure
And the Bride lies down to a Faith that will forever endure
WHEN I THINK ON THESE THINGS , I THINK OF WHAT IS PURE
WHATEVER WE THINK ON TOGETHER SEEMS MOST LOVELY,
LIKE THE RADIANCE OF YOUR FACE on THE DAY YOU FIRST SAW ME
WHATEVER WE THINK ON SEEMS MOST ADMIRABLE

LIKE THE CROWN ON YOUR HEAD THE DAY YOU FIRST DIED FOR ME

WHATEVER WE THINK ON TOGETHER SEEMS MOST EXCELLENT
LIKE THE GRIP OF YOUR HAND TODAY AS YOU LEAD ME

WHEN I THINK ON THESE THINGS.

I WANT TO THINK ON  THESE THINGS

WITH YOU

ALL THE MORE!!

HAVE THIS MIND AMONG YOURSELVES, WHICH IS YOURS IN CHRIST JESUS

PHILLIPIANS 2:5