-
New Eve
I will not grope and grab But Reverently RECEIVE I will not quest or question But Brave and Bold BELIEVE I will not sit with noonday devils But Run and Rescue and RETRIEVE I will not be abandoned and barren But Faith Filled Fruit I will CONCEIVE I will not hold the name of harlot…
-
Sudden
We Wait and Wait here for the Sudden The Sudden of Of Pentecost day For you, Oh Holy Gentleman. To come and Suddenly have Your way We have waited and waited for this Pentecost hour. When Love destroys Fear And Perfect Love rises to Power. Oh touch us now Holy Gentle Man. With Tongues of…
-
Instrumental
“The Lord will save me, and we will play my music on stringed instruments all the days of our lives, at the house of the Lord.” Isaiah 38:20 ESV Oh lalee oh Lalee, oh ukulele Fear not the moth or rust! Instead, Sit still in quiet trust. Oh lalee oh lalee oh ukelalee Play softly…
-
Wings of Discernment
Oh Ravens of Satan who come to steal bread ! You have taken Host from my soul and my head! You have made me believe it was a mirage or myth You’ve made me doubt that Jesus promised “if” I look to the right . I look to the left. He calls me ,He draws…
-
Easter Octave
1. Silly Lilly , Look away from me your gaze of purity will not set me free! turn your face to the altar where you belong where joy is real and saints write songs! 2. Oh silly Lilly Look away from me! Silly Lilly Look to Him who made you to “be” turn your face…
-
Spring Picking
How small His Holy Hand that bends our stems from this sin rooted land . Heavens Hand high pulled low picks Hollyhocks like us below . sets us stem to stem petal to petal pressing in Petal to petal press and point away from the wild Handicapped and handpicked like Hollyhocks gathered we haggard harlots…
-
Reformation Day
Reformation is Revival. And so , now in these “last days”when The Holy Spirit yearns to make The Bride the One Pure reflection of the Bridegroom, we press in prayer for Revival . We need no longer to be “formed” and “transformed “and “re-formed” , we need to be regenerated Alive !!! I repost this…
-
A Sunday Shooting
This poem was written Sunday Oct 2 before I heard of the Las Vegas shooter. It is not about the shooting in Las Vegas but about what happens in spiritual space when we gather in our churches to WORSHIP on Sunday. Satan becomes an indiscriminate destroyer of a distracted crowd. Sunday Shooting ( a poem)…
vunglaub
Glimpsing Grace through practices of the rule of St. Benedict and the Cistercian charisms . This site is personal pondering of what it means to be fully human and yet only children in relationship to God. “Beloved, we are God’s children now and what we will be has not yet appeared; but we know that when He appears we shall be like him, because we shall see him as He is . “ 1 John 3:2