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Darkness

Dark
The day
As if night
My soul cries out
Redemption

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Nails of Love

Jesus came to give from above
His love
On the cross mercy wins
My sins
that are told in sordid tales
were nails
no longer tip the justice scales
He surely paid the price
as soldiers rolled the dice
His love, my sins were nails

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Holy Week

On Sunday He was lauded as King
Hosanna the crowd did sing to Him

On Monday He taught in the temple square
in parables of sons and tenants and wedding feasts

On Tuesday His authority was questioned
by those clinging desperately to their own

On Wednesday He taught the greatest commandment
was love of God, and love of one’s neighbor was second

On Thursday He supped with His disciples
washed their feet and prayed His Father’s will

On Friday they crucified Him, we crucified Him
with the multitude of sins He willingly paid for

On Saturday His followers hid away afraid
grieving a loss they didn’t at all understand

On Sunday, oh sweet Sunday
He rose again, He is risen indeed

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It Was Murder

It was murder, pure and simple
He was an innocent man
the perfect spotless Lamb
and they murdered Him

If it weren’t for Nicodemus
and Joseph of Arimathea
His body would have been
devoured by a murder of crows

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The Poetics prompt at dVerse Poets Pub today is “for the birds.” De wants us to write poetry using one or more of the many names for flocks of birds. I decided to write about a murder, a murder of crows, that is.

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God Never Looked Away

My God, why have You forsaken
Left Your Son afflicted in such deep despair
And yet You hid not Your face nor looked away
Lord, hear His cry for help, for on us mercy
He suffered greatly because He bore our sins
I cannot endure the thought He lost all hope

In Christ’s sacrifice I find hope
No matter that all others have forsaken
No matter that my old life boasts many sins
For so long I wallowed in brutal despair
Forgetting I had at once known Your mercy
My Savior died to take all my sins away

If in His pain You looked away
Left Him alone, where would be my source of hope
How could I ever truly know sweet mercy
Escape the thought, my God, You had forsaken
Elude the pursuing hell-hounds of despair
Who seek to destroy me with my many sins

On the cross Jesus bore my sins
His loving sacrifice took my guilt away
Your promise means I no longer will despair
You scorned not His suffering so I have hope
Rebuke the lie that all has been forsaken
‘Cause He was not despised, His love brought mercy

Oh, so sweet a thing is mercy
Promised freedom from the penalty of sins
Holiness grows when one is not forsaken
All desire for sinfulness does fade away
Because You listened to His cry we have hope
Though like sheep we’ve gone astray we don’t despair

Though we were lost we don’t despair
In keeping with Your compassion and mercy
It is finished, all is done, so I have hope
The debt has been fully paid for all our sins
From my pain I trust You’ll never look away
My God, I know I’ve never been forsaken

He bore our sins and felt despair
You looked not away but favored mercy
I’ll not be forsaken or lose all hope

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This sestina was inspired by Psalm 22, which prophecies the crucifixion of Jesus. But more specifically it was inspired by Psalm 22:24, which says: “For he has not despised or scorned the suffering of the afflicted one; he has not hidden his face from him but has listened to his cry for help.”

3/3/16 update: Decided to share this for dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night.

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My Simple Life

The Day 26 prompt at NaPoWriMo today (where incidentally my post of yesterday was featured) is to write a persona poem, which is a poem in the voice of someone else. I chose to write in the voice of John, the disciple whom Jesus loved, and who penned the Gospel of John, 3 epistles, and Revelation.

My Simple Life

Mine was a simple life
Catching fish with my dad and brother
Going to the synagogue on the Sabbath
Always honoring my dear sweet mother

Along comes this Nazarene
He wants James and me to be fishers of men
I don’t really understand quite what he means
Yet we drop everything to follow him then

Life is still simple, but not the same
We follow him as he teaches us about God
The Pharisees and Priests don’t like him at all
They try to trick him, call him a fraud

But the miracles he performs
Make me believe he’s Messiah
He fed 5,000, calmed a storm, healed the sick
He must be the one foretold by Jeremiah

All the prophets predicted
He would come to rescue us one day
I can’t hardly believe it’s happening in my time
After Israel for centuries from God did stray

When I saw him transform
On the mountain he became a magnificent light
Peter and James saw it too, we were frightened
We knew we had seen a glorious sight

I trust him with my life
He calls me the disciple whom he does love
Even when I vie for first place in his band
Of disciples who sometimes push and shove

Now he tells us he’s the lamb
Fulfilling the Passover his body is given
We don’t understand what he’s saying
That through him all our sins are forgiven

He prays in the garden
Where we often come to pray together
But this prayer is different, such anguish
Still we fall asleep, lulled by the weather

He’s arrested and we flee
By the Sanhedrin he’s unfairly and illegally tried
Handed over to the Romans for punishment
And Pilate decrees he be unjustly crucified

I stood at the cross
Bewildered by this unexpected turn of events
As he prays for the Father to forgive them
Not one among the Sanhedrin repents

They thought that it was over
They buried him in a borrowed garden tomb
But he promised he’d return and he did
He left the grave like a baby from the womb

After he appeared to us
He returned to his heavenly throne
Then he sent us the great Counselor
As he promised not to leave us alone

Many years later on Patmos
In exile I am given a vision of his grace
He will come again to rescue his people
All sin, pain, and tears he will erase

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The Veil

A thick, dark veil obscures Your beauty
not the sort a bride wears
that offers a glimpse of what lies beneath

An impenetrable, purple veil
like an enormous Persian rug
hanging from poles of acacia wood and gold

Your beloved desires to see
the beauty behind the veil
and for You to see her and her yearning

Sin, the veil of darkness
separates You from Your beloved
so completely reconciliation seems impossible

Yet Your love for her
is stronger than the veil of sin
as You died for her the veil was torn in two

Beauty shone beyond the veil
no longer obscured from view
Your beloved approaches Your throne of beauty

The veil is torn, it is no more

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Have You Read What He Said? – A Poem

You think He’s a prophet, a great teacher,
nothing more, nothing less

Seriously?
Have you ever read
the many crazy things He said?

He spoke like a street corner sandwich-board

From that time on Jesus began to preach,
Repent, for the kingdom of heaven has come near.

Or a homeless man rambling on
about angels and demons

The field is the world, and the good seed stands for the people of the kingdom.
The weeds are the people of the evil one, and the enemy who sows them is the devil.
The harvest is the end of the age, and the harvesters are angels.

He was homeless, with no place to lay His head

No one listens to a crazy man with a sandwich-board
or the homeless man rambling on

You surely don’t call them prophets, or great teachers
just crazy, nothing more

He spoke like a paranoid schizophrenic
certain the ones in power were after Him

We are going up to Jerusalem, and the Son of Man will be delivered
over to the chief priests and the teachers of the law.
They will condemn him to death and will hand him over to the Gentiles
to be mocked and flogged and crucified.

He was plagued by delusions of grandeur
claiming He was God; had always lived and always would
even after He died, He claimed He would rise again

“On the third day I will be raised to life!”
 “Very truly I tell you,” Jesus answered, “before Abraham was born, I am!”

No one would listen to someone who made such claims today
They would lock Him in the loony bin, put Him on meds
until He understood He was just a man

The leaders of His day did even worse
They crucified Him because He claimed He was the Messiah
the Son of God

Jesus replied. “But I say to all of you: From now on you will see the Son of Man
sitting at the right hand of the Mighty One and coming on the clouds of heaven.

Then the high priest said, “Look, now you have heard the blasphemy.  What do you think?”
“He is worthy of death,” they answered.

But He offered some great advice, you say
and spoke of love and forgiveness

That He did, but His advice, His commands
turned many away who thought His teaching too hard

If your hand causes you to stumble, cut it off. . .
And if your foot causes you to stumble, cut it off. . .
And if your eye causes you to stumble, pluck it out.

He who eats My flesh and drinks My blood has eternal life,
and I will raise him up on the last day.
For My flesh is true food, and My blood is true drink.

Those who followed Him then, those who follow Him now
do so not because He was a great teacher or a prophet
but because He was who He said He was
Immanuel, God with us
nothing more, and certainly nothing less

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It Is Finished – An Elfje

Black
the sky
when He died
redeemed my lost soul.
Atonement.

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The Crowd Shouted – A Holy Week Poem

As I sat in church on Palm Sunday thinking about the coming events of Holy Week, I was again struck by how the tables turned on Jesus from the triumphal entry of Palm Sunday to the crucifixion of Good Friday. And so the idea for this found poem was born.

The Crowd Shouted

The crowd shouted:
“Hosanna in the highest!
Blessed is He
who comes in the name of the Lord!”

The Pharisees looked for a way
to arrest Him,
but they were afraid of the crowd
because the people held that He was a prophet.

Peter declared, “Even if I have to die with You,
I will never disown you.”
And all the other disciples
said the same.

As He taught in the Temple court,
the large crowd listened
to him with delight.

Then Jesus’ disciples said, “Now we can see
that you know all things
and that you do not even need us to ask.
This makes us believe that you came from God.”

Now the betrayer
had arranged a signal with the guards:
“The one I kiss is the man; arrest him.”
Going at once to Jesus, Judas said, “Greetings, Rabbi!”
and kissed Him.

Then all the disciples
deserted Him and fled.
Peter denied Him again,
with an oath: “I don’t know the man!”

“What shall I do, then,
with Jesus who is called Christ?” Pilate asked.

The crowd shouted all the louder,
“Crucify him! Crucify him!”

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