What can separate us from the love of God?
Can struggling children
deepening wrinkles
nagging weakness
our human errors
crippling illness
lingering resentments
grieving hearts
poor choices
poorer attitudes
discouragement
inadequacy
addiction
fear
pain
sin
disbelief
death?
No.
Lest we consider
With drawing our hand from His
And backing away
In sorrow or shame -
When He would hold us close.
About this Blog
This is not a music blog, it's really a poetry blog - at least, that's my intention right now. But there's some reasoning behind the musical reference. When I think of dissonant chords, I think of musical experiences of tension or discomfort that sometimes leave one longing for resolution (but that certainly make things more interesting)! So that is the general theme for the poetry I'll post (at least right now, I will probably change things up as time goes on.) I realize poetry is a pretty subjective experience, so if you don't like what I post, that's fine with me. Feel free to leave comments as you like. I do have to warn you that many of my posts may be spiritual or religious in nature, so if that isn't a topic you are comfortable reading about, you may want to make a virtual U-turn. I belong to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (Mormon), but the views expressed here are mine alone. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy the posts!
Friday, November 8, 2013
Blue sky
I am
grateful
For bits of blue
Seen after many days of fierce weather
When the storm breaks, and the heavy woolen banks are willfully thrust aside
a little.
For bits of blue
Seen after many days of fierce weather
When the storm breaks, and the heavy woolen banks are willfully thrust aside
a little.
I am
grateful
For the brilliant hem of white that rims that sudden opening
And for tangible, visible rays of light that pour forth
From the heavens to the earth
(a glimpse of celestial glory?)
Sending heavenly sustenance.
For the brilliant hem of white that rims that sudden opening
And for tangible, visible rays of light that pour forth
From the heavens to the earth
(a glimpse of celestial glory?)
Sending heavenly sustenance.
Thursday, November 7, 2013
Fall leaves
I've read that the changing of the leaves in the fall
has to do with the cessation of oxygen and glucose production
and a corresponding lack of chlorophyll
How unsatisfying
Considering the sun-bleached treetops
maple leaves that burn like the most brilliant summer sunsets
the palest sunshine yellow of the Aspen
Poplar leaves strewn like sun-burnt copper pennies along the sidewalk
The air glowing with borrowed warmth
Fall colors mark the marching of the seasons
revealing, defining and lending perspective
to the darkest woods
It seems to me
that to comfort us ahead of changing, colder days,
God reminds us of the constancy and majesty of the Son.
has to do with the cessation of oxygen and glucose production
and a corresponding lack of chlorophyll
How unsatisfying
Considering the sun-bleached treetops
maple leaves that burn like the most brilliant summer sunsets
the palest sunshine yellow of the Aspen
Poplar leaves strewn like sun-burnt copper pennies along the sidewalk
The air glowing with borrowed warmth
Fall colors mark the marching of the seasons
revealing, defining and lending perspective
to the darkest woods
It seems to me
that to comfort us ahead of changing, colder days,
God reminds us of the constancy and majesty of the Son.
Monday, November 4, 2013
The glass, darkly
Those features, too familiar
From habitual daily glare-
Garishly overforcused
Every blemish magnified
Oh, those pores
The widening of the nose there
And what fickle child scribbled the lines so?
I squint, nose pressed against the darkened glass.
Gently, He scoots me back
And flips my mirror.
A wider view-
Brightening,
Shows a bit more
Of the journey
And the transformation
Than I could see up close.
Saturday, November 2, 2013
Foolish and Wise
I am both virgins – foolish and wise
No sooner to take one glorious step
Than slip and spill
How can I be
Both faithless and believing in alternating breaths
Knowing what I know?
Perfection is not required at this stage
But constancy
Might let me see the wedding feast.
Friday, November 1, 2013
Are we not all beggars?
Are we not all beggars?
A bit of breath and will in dusty form-
One slight creation among worlds of manifested power.
Overconfident, we take to lofty heights
And claim kinship with mountain peaks
And when the earth and rock slide
Wrecking our aspirant mansions like sandcastles,
Bruising our inflated senses,
Then we grumble of unfairness.
While the Lord, purveyor and creator
Gently blows away the debris
(A sort of heavenly sanding).
And although it stings,
We are cleaner, brighter
Better souls for it.
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