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The Widow’s Offering – A Pantoum

This poem was inspired by the story of the widow’s offering recorded in Mark 12:41-44. I wrote it for an Advent devotional that my church is putting together. Each daily reading from the devotional will be offered for all to read on the church website at www.cofaith.net beginning on December 1.

The Widow’s Offering

You gave all You had to give, You gave me Your life
Like the widow’s offering to the treasury
Through Your great poverty, with love my soul is rife
Blessed by the abundant life, my sin You bury

Like the widows offering to the treasury
I am called to give what truly belongs to You
Blessed by the abundant life, my sin You bury
Now I embrace through You this life that is brand new

I am called to give what truly belongs to You
Without worry that it’s all I have left to give
Now I embrace through You this life that is brand new
And as You forgave me today I will forgive

Without worry that it’s all I have left to give
Even if lowly as the widow I may be
And as You forgave me today I will forgive
Praying others will see You when they look at me

Even if lowly as the widow I may be
Through Your great poverty, with love my soul is rife
Praying others will see You when they look at me
You gave all You had to give, You gave me Your life

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My God, My Restorer – A Pantoum

My God, my Restorer is near
When all is lost and carried away
He comes to heal by His sacrifice
When darkness surrounds my soul

When all is lost and carried away
He restores peace with His grace
When darkness surrounds my soul
He is the Light to show me the way

He restores peace with His grace
He comes to heal by His sacrifice
He is the Light to show me the way
My God, my Restorer is near

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The Artist’s Vision – A Poem

2/27/14 Update: I had to share this again at dVerse for the MeetingTheBar character sketch poem. There are actually 3 characters in this poem which recounts what my son calls my “most badass mom” moment.

The poetry prompt at dVerse Poets Pub today is to get in our time-machine and write a poem about history. The assignment was fairly wide open. The poem could be about my history, the history of our country, or anything that happened before today.

Since I spent the morning with my son and husband at The Art Institute of Portland’s open house trying to figure out if that is where my son will go to school when he graduates from high school next year, I decided to write a poem about my son and his artistic history. In honor of the Form for All lesson this past Thursday on dVerse, I decided to write it as a pantoum.

This poem is about a moment in my son’s history that almost stopped the young artist from continuing with his passion for drawing. He was taking an after school art class in the second grade and they were drawing snow scenes on a day that was the first snow of the year here in Lake Oswego. I left work early because of the snow and went to pick him up before class was over. As I walked down the hall, I heard the teacher yelling at one of the kids to stay in his seat, “And I mean it!” she said. I was shocked to enter the room and realize she was yelling at my son, who had left his seat to look out the window at the snow for inspiration for his drawing (which was almost finished, by the way). I pulled him out of that class immediately and got a refund.

For several months after that he would not draw, which was very uncharacteristic of him. For him, drawing had always been an almost daily event. I am thankful that after a great deal of encouragement from me and other teachers he returned to his passion and has been honing his artistic skills ever since.

The Artist’s Visions

Creativity courses through his veins
Seeping from his pores and his fingertips
In his mind the vision stopped remains
The teacher‘s scolding leaves her cruel lips

Seeping from his pores and his fingertips
Seeking inspiration from the snowfall
The teacher‘s scolding leaves her cruel lips
Causing the young artist to feel so small

Seeking inspiration from the snowfall
To his rescue comes the one who loves him
Causing the young artist to feel so small
Will be but a memory that grows dim

To his rescue comes the one who loves him
Encouragement to keep drawing on her lips
Will not be a memory that grows dim
As visions of melting snow from eaves drips

Encouragement to keep drawing on her lips
In his mind the vision stopped remains
As visions of melting snow from eaves drips
Creativity courses through his veins

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Psalm for My Savior – A Pantoum

The other day I wrote a triolet and my dear blogging friend Deb, of Deb’s Blog, commented that it was very Psalm-like. It got me thinking about writing another triolet inspired by my favorite Psalm 116. But when I started writing I realized the triolet wasn’t really long enough to adequately express the subject of the Psalm-like poem I had in mind. Then I thought of the pantoum form, another of my favorites. Like the triolet, the pantoum has a set pattern of repeated lines. Both forms work wonderfully for Christian poetry. I hope you are blessed by this pantoum.

Psalm for My Savior

For you, O Lord, have delivered my soul from death
The anguish of death and darkness entangled me
I called on the name of the Lord: “O Lord, save me!”
Praise my God, my Savior who came to my rescue

The anguish of death and darkness entangled me
My eyes filled with tears, my feet stumbled under me
Praise my God, my Savior who came to my rescue
Rescued me from my trouble, sorrow, and darkness deep

My eyes filled with tears, my feet stumbled under me
The Lord, my God, heard my cry for love and mercy
Rescued me from my trouble, sorrow, and darkness deep
Now I know His grace and mercy are mine to keep

The Lord, my God, heard my cry for love and mercy
He saw the anguished turmoil of my broken soul
Now I know His grace and mercy are mine to keep
I will forever praise His glorious name, Jesus

He saw the anguished turmoil of my broken soul
I called on the name of the Lord: “O Lord, save me!”
I will forever praise His glorious name, Jesus
For you, O Lord, have delivered my soul from death

This Psalm was my offering over at dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night #47. Head over and check out some other great poetry.

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