Tag: poetry for jesus
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Wasted in the Wilderness
A TRIP before EASTER> > > >LENT………. And Jesus, FULL OF THE HOLY SPIRIT returned from th Jordan and was led by the SPIRIT in the wilderness Luke 4:1 “He split rocks in the wilderness and gave them drink abundantly as from the deep.” Psalms 78:15 ESV I think I will, I will drink I…
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UNPLUG ( as in heaven)
I put the phone in a drawer for a day . So to put myself far away To be lone ,. But not alone Little tappings from the heavens came not like rain nor sun ray But timeless texts from Friends of yesterday I thought I traveled far away …
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Un Masked
oh Dear, remember when we looked into each other’s eyes, When masked, you imagined my moist lips smiling, And saw my wrinkles like darts pointing to brighter skies.Oh dear, let us remember , to remember, remember before we“Grow Old and our trousers are rolled.”(1) Oh dear, let us remember, to remember, remember before our masks…
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The Widow’s dress
they stare strangely now at her Alone in the familiar pew for now is one when once was two. She Pardons those who see her in black And takes her seat with the sinners in the back. “How do you do? ” She replies “I do I do” As She greets the saints from pew…
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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…
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Live Stream
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…
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Ashes , Ashes, we all fall down
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…
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Packin’
Oh Father God I’m so sorry to say I went packin’ today Down the road far away From the church and the gun Far away I will run See Father God I’m “ different, weird, odd” the church folks say They don’t all agree on Jesus , The way So I wasn’t sure to stay…