Poems and Reflections

Good morning, all,

On three different days, storms were all around, but my neighbors and I remained unscathed in the midst of the storms. Blessed be God Most High the Holy Trinity.

God loves all of you and yours, lurkers, too,
Don

We Followed Him

The boats are still there
Three years ago
We walked away from them
Without a second glance

Our friends gesture
They looked after them
The way of life
The old ways

Beckon to us
Yet they are not the same
We
Are not the same

Then, before a man
Called us
“Follow me
I will make you fishers of men”

We followed gladly
Hearts set aflame
The boats rocked gently on the lake
As we walked away
With never a second glance

Countrywide
We journeyed
He cured us
The lame, the broken

The words He spoke
Set us on fire
We were truly alive
Far more than ever before

An angry crowd condemned Him
Beat and whipped Him
Hung Him high
From a tree
On the outskirts of Jerusalem

Strange, how we died too
Our confidence faltered
The flame guttered
And died

 
So we returned
Away from the fear of the upper room
Away from the danger
A stranger
May point and say
“I saw you with Him”

So we returned
The familiar shore
The boats
The nets

We thought we could carry on
Go back to the way we were
But we’re not the way we were
We’re the way we are
Different beyond measure

So when He saw us
Told us to cast out our nets
The ones that remained stubbornly empty all night
We thought he was mad

What is there to lose
Our lives are never to be the same
We flung out the nets on the other side
A well-practiced aim

Suddenly the net was full
Everything told us it was torn
Yet there it was
Complete

Dragging it ashore
He asked us to dine
A simple meal
Of bread and fish

We knew Him
That man
Who had called us
And again

Dead hearts set aflame
The fear gone
The boats deserted once more
We left our nets

And followed Him

Prepared You Home

Do not be afraid - I am with you
Be not troubled on your way - live truth
If you love me, my words will set you free
Then you will have no fear at all

I promise never to leave you alone
My Father's grace will guide you home
In the Spirit of truth you will believe
Dwell in the house of the Lord

The Holy Spirit will teach you
Enlighten your heart to joyous things
Though I go to prepare your place
I will be with you my child, always

Great are the gifts of the Father
Rejoice, for His eyes are upon you
Blessings of the Holy Spirit fill your soul
The Creator has prepared you home

Good evening, all,

I thank all of you for your posts. I enjoyed reading each of them.

Brief reflection,

God is real. He's as real and His laws are as real as invisible gravity. Just because drugged people forget gravity doesn't stop gravity from existing. Just because atheists don't believe in God, doesn't stop God from existing.
God is real.

God loves all of you and yours, lurkers, too,
Don

The God We Serve

People are running scared
Frightened at the state of affairs
What do we tell our children
They see the pain; see all the tears

No reason for the hatefulness
This empty and broken state of mind
Time to set the record straight
Living in the darkness - is living blind

The God we serve is full of love
He takes no pleasure in selfishness
The God we serve is full of mercy
He waits for you and me - patiently
The God we serve sees everything
He sees the storms; sees the spring
The God we serve is Lord and Master
He overcomes the disaster we bring

People, it's time to share love
Share the gifts that we've been given
Bring peace to the little ones
The joy of our lives, our loving children

Time to extend our faithfulness
Put an end to all of this hatefulness
Let our joy radiate and shine
Restore the sight to all of the blind

The God we serve is an awesome God
He created us to be joyful and free
The God we serve is full of wonder
He waits for you and me - patiently
The God we serve sees everything
He brings forth the flowers of spring
The God we serve is fullness of truth
He is joy - he is love - he is everything!

Feeling this way about the Lord~ Oh how good he has been to me lately~

*~The hand that comforts, binds my heart
Gentle the touch ! precious the blood !
Beautiful Savour , mercies and blessings bestowed
Without you, I am astray
Wretched ! without your grace~*

Bliss of Eternity - John 10:27-30

My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me.
I give eternal life to them. They will never perish, and no one will snatch them out of my hand.
My Father, who has given them to me, is greater than all. No one is able to snatch them out of my Father's hand.
I and the Father are one.”

My children hear me; follow me
Inherit the Kingdom of my Father
The Father and I are truly one
He has given you to me --- to me!

No one will snatch you away
Those written in the book of life
Your salvation settled on a tree
He has given you to me --- to me!

I and the Father are one
He is my Father; I his Son
No one is greater than He
He has given you to me --- to me!

You are treasure in His hand
I Jesus, the Son of Man
Children, for you, I came to be
He has given you to me --- to me!

My sheep hear my voice
I know them, they follow me
I and the Father are one
Follow me into the bliss of eternity!

In which I reminisce on the folly of my youth...

"Deus ex Nihilo"

(nothingness)

When I was 15 I learned
that 99 percent of everything is empty space
and I felt that my puerile nihilism
had been quantified and affirmed
by some divine twist of fate;
a quantum consolation
for my premature malaise--

a deus ex nihilo

--It should, I thought,
make my soul searching all the easier
with all that open space...

...until I looked into a mirror
and wondered if I had a face.

Then later I read
what some McLuhan guy said
about mediums being the message;
and if a void knits all things
then we must all just be
a ghost tapestry,
reality's vestige--

a phantasmagoria of noisy mutes

--every uttered breath of poetic longing,
every stroke of genius and brush:

just one chasm yawning into another,
a silence embracing a hush.

The facades of absurd apparitions
compelled me to pen eulogies
to those noble Sisyphean hollows
that bore bravely the palls of our being:

Oh, Sartre, we barely knew ye,
for you were barely there to be known.
Camus, you stayed always a Stranger
glimpsed darkly through a fogged French window.

(being)

Ah, those weren't the days...

But I was dumb when I was young,
and though I can't say much has changed on that end,
I have stopped looking for answers in empty space,
and started filling it in.

Good afternoon, all,

Hi, Mary Virginia,
Good to see you.

Hi, PathWalker,
I like that.

Hi, Kelly,
Love your poem of love.

Reflection:
Since actions speak louder than words, behavior speaks volumes; and I think that mass organized abortions are the most hateful thing, and thus commercialized abortions are the worst hate speech in America ... and maybe the worst hate speech in the whole world.

God loves all of you, lurkers, too,
Don

A man, yet immortal,half divine
A beautiful being of mind and spirit
A righteous one, full of glory
I yearn for you !
I desire you within my heart, my soul, my conscience
My Lord , I give myself to you !
Completely !
Without refrain !
For no one has,
Loved me as you have
Has mended
Has loved a wretch such as I
You are stationed within my dreams
The root of my passion
You are foremost my love
I seek you !
To become more closer!
Intertwined with you, as one!
I would die for you, before I denied you ~
Forever,I love you ! My beautiful Jesus~


~Always thought to really be in love, was to love a man completely~ not so for me..Wished I had thought about it more ,when I was younger and desired to become a nun when I was a teen...God bless all !! ~