We want our presents in pretty paper
All wrapped up in a shiny neat bow
We want our faith to be the same
So our doubts and struggles never show
Yet the greatest gifts aren’t neat and tidy
Like the manger birth steeped in blood
A child born like any other babe
With the addition of dirty stable mud
And Christ’s willing sacrifice on the cross
After flogging caused welts and spit adorned
The bleeding brow of the King of kings
Ringed by crowds who mocked and scorned
Each trial and loss we face in life
Can draw us closer to the God we need
If we don’t bury the doubts that rise
But seek the gift each death has freed
Open the messy presents He gives
To find healing for all of life’s woes
Remember when you grieve the most
The Babe born to die for you knows
I’m sifting through dry beans
picking out rocks
tossing damaged beans
skipping the limas
keeping the good ones
planning a steaming hot
pot of bean soup with bacon
carrots, celery, and onion
a few of my favorite herbs
Or maybe I’m writing a memoir
It’s Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets Pub and Toni offers the word “skip” for inclusion in our 44-word poems today. I’m thinking about what to leave in and what to leave out of the memoir I’m writing.
Filed under Faith, Life, Poetry
Gorgeous online menu
touting dishes that make me drool
Cashew chicken with fresh sweet peppers
Drunken noodles with sweet Thai basil
Appetizers—spring rolls and pot stickers—to die for
A reasonable delivery charge
based on mileage and close by
Looked upscale and trendy
to suit my meeting attendees
in casual business attire
Sadly, the execution
left just a tad to be desired
This is my NaPoWriMo day 6 poem based on the prompt to write about food.
Praise and thanksgiving
for my good deeds
can quite easily lead
to thinking I’m good enough
all on my own
I don’t need God’s mercy
to the evil all around me
can inflate my self-esteem
just the same
But when I peel back
the layers of my heart
Peer at what’s beneath
the kindness and goodness
that on the surface reside
I see a different story
I see petty jealousy
that another should have
an opportunity for rest
that I feel I’ve been denied
Another layer and I see
anger and unforgiveness
over a recurring transgression
even though Jesus commanded
I forgive to infinity
Another layer and I see
bitterness and frustration
towards those I claim to love
Yet I hold onto this
record of wrongs
revisiting each transgression
to fuel the fire of indignation
And I see doubt
that God will ever answer
my prayers for change
my prayers for healing
I see impatience
quickness to anger
I see a heart
that wants to be
consoled with food—cookies and chips
with entertainment distractions
and all those things
that do my body and soul
no earthly or heavenly good
As I peel back the layers
I see a heart in desperate need
of a Savior and of mercy
and I wonder at His patience
with a heart that’s prone to wander
I wonder at His grace
and delay of justice
for a heart like mine
The Day 27 prompt at the NaPoWriMo site is to write a hay(na)ku, another short form poem I’ve never heard of. But I do love short form poetry, especially in the final days of a 30-day poetry challenge. Here’s my timely poem, a hay(na)ku time seven.
earth is quaking
dead and dying
temples all destroyed
may heaven rescue
send aid workers
hearts are broken
may God rebuild
Today I decided to write my poem-of-the-day based on the NaPoWriMo2015 prompt, which is to write a poem that states things that I know. This could be a really long poem, because my head is full of all kinds of trivial knowledge, but I’ll just pick a few because I don’t have all day and neither do you.
Some of What I Know
Every person I meet has been through
some trial I know nothing about.
God knows every trial you and I have been through
every thought and deed that makes up our lives.
Potatoes are delicious, gluten-free, and dairy free
when cooked on a Traeger, boiled, fried, or roasted with herbs.
Eating gluten-free and dairy free is not as difficult
as people who don’t have to think it must be.
The sight and smell of flowers
can brighten even a dreary day.
The Oxford comma is never a bad choice
because it is a clear rule that avoids confusion.
The Chicago Manual of Style is a great resource
for questions of grammar and punctuation.
Poetry cares little about what
The Chicago Manual of Style has to say.
The Bible is made up of 66 books, all God’s Word
and is a great resource for the big questions of life.
Some people care little about what
God’s Word has to say about the trials they’ve been through.
The prompt today at dVerse Poets Pub Meeting at the Bar is “The Blind Poet,” which means we were to write a poem using any or all of the senses except sight. I immediately thought of food and all the smells, sounds, and tastes that go with it.
Experiencing Texas Skillet
The aroma of hamburger frying
with onion, a little sweet pepper.
I hear his key in the lock, the creaky hinge
and he says, “It smells like heaven.”
The news drones on from the living room
The electric can opener grinds,
opening beans, tomatoes, corn
Ingredients for our favorite dish
“Dinner’s ready!” Plates clink,
Texas Skillet Dinner is piled high
topped with cheese, sour cream,
and for dairy-free me, avocado
Did I mention chili powder,
chipotle, and cumin to taste
Spicy taste – why it’s “Texas”
with crunchy corn chips on the side
“Come Lord Jesus, be our guest,
and let this Texas Skillet Dinner
to us be blessed,” we say in unison
Then we eat, and it’s heaven.
It has been just over a year since I posted my last recipe. Early last year I had to give up dairy and have really been trying to avoid gluten as well. The combination has been very challenging and has left me not really feeling like posting recipes. My focus has been on modifying my old favorites to make them dairy free.
But this past weekend we had a party with all my family over and I made a gluten-free pasta salad that was a huge hit, even with the people who don’t care about eating gluten-free. I told my nieces that I would post the recipe and send them the link. So Recipe Friday—with a new focus on dairy-free and gluten-free—is back.
Gluten-Free Orzo Pasta Salad
2 cups Pappardelles Gluten-Free Italian Pesto Blend Orzo
1 cup fresh peas
1 can quartered artichoke hearts
¾ to 1 cup sun-dried tomatoes
¾ to 1 cup shredded carrots
½ to ¾ cup Newman’s Own Lite Balsamic Vinaigrette
1 tsp summer savory
Boil pasta for 14 minutes. Strain and rinse in cold water. Refrigerate to cool.
Shell 1 lb of fresh shelling peas to yield approximately 1 cup peas. Rinse and make sure all stems are removed. Drain artichoke heart quarters and cut into 3 or 4 pieces each. Cut sun-dried tomatoes and shredded carrots into small pieces. Combine all ingredients in a large bowl. Chill and serve.