Imagine!

but they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength;
they shall mount up with wings like eagles;
they shall run and not be weary;
they shall walk and not faint. (Isaiah 40:30, ESV)

can you imagine Eagle Wingèd flight?
flying high without ever tiring out
can you picture joy all day and all night?
except: No Night! for Heaven is without!

and better yet, think of this if you please:
can you fathom life without any pain?
not just severe wounds or pain of disease
but bumps and bruises won’t be felt again!

but as grand your imaginings are
as fantastic as your mind’s eye might see
it won’t match the reality by far
so much greater than that Heaven will be

The very best thing, though, about that place
is that we’ll see our Savior’s lovely face

Jonah

“Your doom’s declared! You have just forty days!”
the prophet spits his words with wrathful glee
with vitriolic hate in ev’ry phrase
he calls down curses on the enemy

But then the King of Ninevah decrees:
“Come! All my people weep and fast and pray
for maybe if the God of Jonah sees
He’ll grant us grace and turn his wrath away.”

“Too Late!” the prophet shrieks, “your fate is sealed!”
but God in Heaven has a different plan:
While there is breath, it’s not too late to yield
So Jonah sulks that God’s withheld his hand

The love of God he helped that city find
how was it then, he was, himself, so blind?

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almost everyone knows the story of Jonah in the belly of the fish…but that was not the end of the story. My sonnet speaks of what happened a little while later. (Based on Jonah Chapter 3 and the first part of Chapter 4)

Jonah 3:1-5 and 10 is one of the readings for this coming week in the Revised Common Lectionary…and at my church this past Sunday, we discussed the phrase “speak the truth in love”. These influences made me think about how Jonah might have spoken the truth…but love was the last thing on his mind. How much better for Jonah this story might have been different if he had spoken with compassion, grace, and love!

NaPoWriMo Day 17: Heaven’s Dew

the thirsty soil’s in need of heaven’s dew
we trust that rain will come in time, before
it’s baked too hard for water to seep through

with wind comes dust that blows in through the door
and leaves within my mouth a bitter taste
we trust that rain will come in time, before

the growing season’s come to utter waste
the thought of that, it fills me with despair
and leaves within my mouth a bitter taste

this lack of rain seems somewhat to compare
with soul drought as my Bible sits unread
the thought of that, it fills me with despair

I want God in my heart, not just my head
but I hear silence, causing me to fear
that for too long my Bible’s sat unread

Oh God I hope again you will draw near
but I hear silence, causing me to fear
this thirsty soul in need of Heaven’s dew
is baked too hard your waters to seep through

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As a Christian, it is important to spend time with God in prayer, and through the reading of the Bible. I must confess that, as of late, I have been letting this practice slip. I desire to get back to spending time with God, but it seems that I always find some sort of excuse to “put it off for another day”. Like any good practice, the longer one ignores it, the harder it is to get back into it, and the easier it is to find other…and less worthwhile things.

Form: terzanelle…or at least close. I broke the rules in a couple of places.

Pilgrimage

well manicured path
promising riches and fame-
a lonely goat trail

a lonely goat trail
heartache and pain with each step-
yielding untold wealth

a lifetime wasted
destruction and misery-
well manicured path

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This is my haiku version of Matthew 7:13-14 – Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it.  But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it.

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Linked to Carpe Diem