If all you knew of me was my poetry then what would you see?
If we had never met would my words alone let you understand my regret?
And would that be all you’d see, would I seem to you sad and small behind my word wall?
Do I reveal my joy in the verse that I employ or do you find my words simply annoy?
If you knew me in the flesh and personally would you be surprised by my poetry?
My word wall and pen keep you out or let you in depending on the mood I’m in.
Yet always there’s my God, intertwined, some think it odd, without Him I’m a fraud.
But there’s so much more to me that I’ll never let you see despite your solemn plea.
Decided to write a second poem for today, perhaps because I’m a little sad that NaPoWriMo2016 is coming to an end soon. This is my take on long-line poetry.
All things new, peace abounds
Singing is an awesome sound
The glory of our God is great
Every need of mine He’ll sate
River of life eternal flows
Tree of life beside it grows
No more sorrow, no more pain
Calf beside the lion has lain
Seraphim and cherubim fly
Nevermore will anyone die
Heaven is a most wonderful place
Promised to all by Jesus’s grace
Last night with my BSF class of 4th & 5th graders, we drew or wrote our visions of heaven. Since my drawing skills don’t go much beyond stick figures I decided to write this poem.
Trustworthy and true
Mercy to my soul
A little elfje for NaPoWriMo Day 15, and while you’re at it check out Jars of Clay and The Blind Boys of Alabama singing Nothin’ But the Blood of Jesus.
My soul feels lean
flying bird by bird
like I’m falling up
or whistling in the dark
Yet walking with God day by day
under the banner of heaven
I still believe
in peace like a river
The prompt at NaPoWriMo today is to write a “book spine” poem, or what I’ve always heard called a stack poem. They are fun to “write” and do require a little creativity. Someday I’m going to do this in a bookstore or library where the titles to choose from are endless, but for today I pulled from my own little library. (As I was thinking about writing this, it occurred to me that as more and more people read on Kindles and other e-readers, the stack poem may become a thing of the past, but hopefully not for a long, long time.)
Yesterday in despair we wept
Friday last the veil was riven
Oh to know His promises kept
Celebrate that Christ has risen
Today Christ has risen indeed
Grace and mercy to us given
Because we know our deepest need
Celebrate that Christ has risen
Jesus who’s called Faithful and True
Celebrates that we’re forgiven
By His wounds we have life anew
Hallelujah Christ is risen
Your disciples all hid away
terrified that dark Saturday
Not knowing what to do
now that men had crucified You
Hope that day was hidden too
doubting what You said was true
Wondering if You would really rise
or if Friday proved Your demise
I think I know just how they felt
as with hopelessness I have dealt
Mired in the Saturday of depression
in need of Your intercession
As the disciples on Sunday found
You as King would clearly be crowned
I have found Your promises true
of eternal hope to help me through
Although Saturday may seem quite dark
Sunday’s resurrection is Your hallmark
Jesus came to give from above
On the cross mercy wins
that are told in sordid tales
no longer tip the justice scales
He surely paid the price
as soldiers rolled the dice
His love, my sins were nails
Just below the surface
Not buried all that deep
Are memories once forgotten
Now remembered so I weep
Though I know they’re past
Each painful memory
Leaves my poor soul downcast
Engulfed in reverie
My only source of hope
Is knowing God’s compassion
With His love I can cope
Remembering His passion
He knows the pain I’ve endured
That surfaces out of the blue
Grace and comfort He’s assured
And abundant life anew
O, Precious Jesus, Lord of lords and King of kings
We cry Hosanna, blessed be Your holy name
Together with creation and the angels sing
Rejoicing in Your promises of holiness we claim
All our praise and worship to You alone we bring
Your sovereign rule and goodness we proclaim
My story shines bright
When Christ is the light within
His merciful torch
Exposing darkness and sin
Spirit heals my brokenness
This Tanka was inspired by experience at the Faith & Culture Writers’ Connection I attended last night. Our guest speaker was Paul J. Pastor whose book The Face of the Deep was recently released. All parts of the evening spoke to the Holy Spirit’s healing power in the dark places of our hearts.