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Speaking of Gold

She saw in nature’s
beauty and majesty her first
glimpse of the Divine, swathed in green
amidst the beauty is
an echo of gold

The home He gave her
turned out to be the hardest
to hold onto as the hue
of the forbidden fruit came to
tempt her and take hold

The loss of her
innocence came much too early
even as the green leaf’s
sprout was still on the tree and a
serpent offered a lovely flower

She could have walked away but
then there was only
nothing to lose or so
said the deceiver with an
invitation of an hour

to spare for then
it would have fallen, the leaf
as the temptation subsides
and yet that was not to
be the fate of the leaf

Temptation bowed to evil, so
rich and lovely Eden
survived, but humanity sank
deep into despair so as to
succumb to grief

Now we long so
earnestly for the Light to dawn
to know where love goes
or see love come down
and heal our souls to
see the break of a new day

A day where nothing
more precious than transparent gold
will pave the way so we can
in Eden forever stay

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The Meeting the Bar prompt at dVerse Poets Pub today is a Golden Shovel poem, which is a poem in which you take one or more lines from a favorite poem and use those lines to be the end-line words in a new poem. The result is that if you read down the right margin of the poem you will see the original line or lines. I chose Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost and used the entire poem. This poem was a big challenge for me because I discovered that you can’t really write a Golden Shovel poem unless you use enjambment, which I have a hard time with usually, but I think I made it work.

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My Road

My road began bright and cheery
Birds sang sweet, lovely flowers bloomed
It would always be I assumed
Then it became dark and dreary
With each step I grew more weary
When I tried to walk all alone
Plagued by despair of being known
Oh grace, you called me back to you
Once again the skies are deep blue
Seeds of hope and forgiveness sown

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Today’s poem is a décima for dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar today. (I cheated and went to Bjorn’s blog to see what the prompt was going to be before it is live at dVerse in my time zone). I’ll be linking at dVerse at noon PST. Head over there this afternoon to see what other décimas the pub folks have to offer.

This is also my Day 21 post for NaPoWriMo.

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Sweet Scent of Rain

The wafting scent of petrichor
Will remind me forevermore
Of streets lined with eucalyptus
Where my friends and I played and thus

Those were the days of fun and cheer
Memories that I hold so dear
Before, before the terror came
And life was no longer a game

Oh take me back sweet summer rain
To when scraped knees were my worst pain
Bicycle rides on dusty roads
Catching pollywogs, snakes, and toads

Our little dog would bark and scratch
While we hid in the garden patch
Mom had told us Go pull some weeds
Why are they here—we planted seeds

Weeds often grow among the tares
Some people say God never cares
There was a time that I agreed
I believed He forgot my need

He allowed pain to enter in
My memories tainted by sin
Engulfing me in endless torment
And yet He also left this scent

A reminder of hope and peace
Assurance pain one day will cease
Flooding my mind with memories
Of joyful times I’ve been at ease

Life’s a balance of rain and sun
An inkling that when each day’s done
I’m one day closer to the truth
Pain tried to pilfer in my youth

The truth that I am beloved
My future’s not something to dread
My memories aren’t who I am
I belong to God’s perfect Lamb

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5/12/16: Shared for dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night. Head over there and check out the wonderful offerings by other poets today.

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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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Light in the Corners

My story shines bright
When Christ is the light within
His merciful torch
Exposing darkness and sin
Spirit heals my brokenness

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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.

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Oblivious

The drunkard grins
from ear to ear

Oblivious to the pain
he inflicts on those
who love him

Numb to the pain
buried six feet under
his cold cold heart

Bartender, bring me a double
That and a grin will
drown all his troubles

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I decided to write a second Quadrille with the word “grin” for dVerse Poets Pub.

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A Heart Like Mine

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

Comparing myself
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

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Sheep Gone Astray

The wayward lamb upon a hill
High above the grassy field
Straying from the Shepherd’s will
To the Master’s call won’t yield

Yet the Good Shepherd sees
And follows the wayward lamb
As he hides among the trees
The lamb’s not far from the Great I Am

The Lord pursues the one He loves
Brings him back into the fold
The mercy of the Shepherd moves
The greatest story ever told

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Grace and Mercy

A choice once made and acted on
Has consequences far beyond
What I could have ever imagined
On that cold, sunny day

What began as an innocent stroll
Plunged me into a deep, dark hole
Of self-loathing and confusion
Endless and forever it seemed

Even once I finally emerged
And the deepest depression had been purged
Consequences of my choice remain
As fearful thoughts return

To look at me you’d never guess
The doubt and distrust that aim to oppress
Holding me back from what I could be
If only I could change that one choice

But the evil one often accuses
My past disobedience he artfully uses
To hold me fast to a past I’m ashamed of
Alleging God can’t possibly forgive me

Today my past choice can’t be changed
Yet the guilty feelings are gladly exchanged
For the truth of God’s grace and mercy
Granted anew each day

 

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