I wonder if you’d open up your door
if you already knew it was a ploy:
that he who knocks loves very little more
than doing things to break and to destroy?
for surely while your door is open wide
his henchmen use the moments that you stand
bewildered by the door to come inside
a window or the back door as they’d planned
or would you go and check your locks to see
that all your doors and windows are secure
and you would do all that you can to be
as safe as you can be, I’m pretty sure!
The Devil knocks to tempt each one to sin
why do we open up to let him in?
Based loosely on John 10:10
I cannot fathom the idea of sinlessness –
my life is permeated with sin
Thoughts go astray that I do not rein in
I take actions that I shouldn’t
(and don’t take actions that I should)
Even the good that I do is
too often sullied by a
desire for praise
or a sense of self-righteousness
I am like a land
blanketed in thick smog
for the last thousand years
where no eye has seen
the blue of the sky
nor can they imagine it
so how can I fathom
that the one who was sinless
would wear as a cloak
all my filth
so that I
can truly be clean?
my heart cannot hold
the amount of thanksgiving
that is owed to my Saviour
for his gift
his unimaginable gift
his indescribable gift
his unfathomable sacrifice
for what kind of sense does it make
for the whole to be shattered
to mend the fragmented?
and yet somehow
that’s exactly what happened!
there’s salt and pepper at my temples
and salt and pepper in my beard
yes my hair’s colour proves that I
am getting older (as I feared)
and while it would be nice
to be youthful forever, I think
I’d miss that peppery spice!
for dVerse. Quadrille challenge is to write a 44 word poem including the word “pepper”.
folks are hunkered down
in bunkers ‘neath the earth
but one brave dude still mows his lawn
and whistles tunes with mirth
“storms won’t stop my chores”
he tells his friends, “becoz’
I really want to go and meet
that wizard guy in Oz”
a few days ago, a tornado passed near the town of Three Hills, Alberta (Canada). One brave (insane?) guy decided to continue mowing his lawn, and his wife took this picture. When asked about why he would continue doing yard work, he told reporters, “I was keeping an eye on it”. As far as I know, he wasn’t really hoping for a free ride to Oz.
Sharing this with dVerse, where the Quadrille prompt this week is to use the word “storm”
as a poet I’ve discovered
that the beauty an artist intends
is never quite transferred
from mind to completed project
Beethoven’s Sixth Symphony
in all its glory is merely a glimmer
of what was in his mind.
Van Gogh’s Starry Night
to the splendour
of the loops and swirls
that he saw in his mind
before he picked up his brush
and I so often
strive for words
that will stun the reader
with their beauty
but must finely settle
so much less
even this poem
does not really say
what I wish it to.
group of scientists
unravel world’s mysteries –
lost in parking lot
Today, my 14 year old son had the amazing opportunity to go to Canada Light Source Synchrotron with his school science club to do some experiments. On the way home, they got stuck in the parking lot…I haven’t heard (yet) all the details, but got to pondering the humour of a group of scientists getting lost in a parking lot…
My kids are all neanderthals
you doubt me? Ask their mother!
if they’re not painting on the walls
they’re beating on each other
the other day they must have chased
a mammoth through the kitchen
for all the dishes are displaced
and the noise had me a twitchin’!
my youngest, wearing just a strip
of cloth tied on with wire
is holding sticks with quite a grip
and trying to make fire
they’re savages, it’s plain to see
and sometime they’re a trial
but I love them and they love me!
so I’ll keep them…(for a while)