His lips are like concrete cracked beneath a florescent sun my hands are gloved blue to hold one more moistened sponge not hyssop or wine, nor vinegar,whiskey or the enemy gall just one drop of water, i say …” one drop , the physician says that all.” his eyes draw open , a pool of… Continue reading Parched
Tag: poetry for jesus
Acedia
UP from THE COUCH, away from ACEADIA , I rise “ACEDIA ,excuse me, I sense I must exit to leave. Because , It is NOW too late for me to roll up a sleeve. Somehow now I see I cannot wrestle you away from this place. I see that You have put a choke hold… Continue reading Acedia
My Everlasting New
I told them “time is always new when it finds its rest in you.” I told them of days so pure yet wild , with your love so true. How it is lit with flashes of your Face Of never setting Rays .. Dew drips Mercy on mornings “Amen ” from you oh Ancient of… Continue reading My Everlasting New
#praying
Could heaven on earth be right now held at bay As the devil sends dirt into these empty jars of clay? As keys and fingers agree “i’ll pray, Prayin, #Pray But souls of our flesh cannot bend knee to obey ! Are there not angels and saints reviewing this score? Can’t someone see clear through… Continue reading #praying
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… Continue reading Sudden
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… Continue reading Easter Octave
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… Continue reading Spring Picking
Dying for Mercy
“The Lord is not slack concerning his promise, as some men count slackness; but is longsuffering to us-ward, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance.” 2 Peter 3:9 Father of Mercy See his twisted slumber. Thin and wanton Time throws him asunder . Father of Mercy I hear… Continue reading Dying for Mercy
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)… Continue reading A Sunday Shooting
Eclipse
Photo by Rita Atkinson How bright the morning behind the moon.. How darkness drenced death will vanish soon As You hover like a halo around all that’s crying Encircling Your LOVE around the quick and dying Oh Sun of Moon OH SON OF MAN With every orbiting evil Your Glory shines forth Gods Plan 1.… Continue reading Eclipse