Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Monday, April 12, 2010

Formerly Forsaken



Forsaken,
marry me, your builder,
no longer Desolate
in a renamed land.

I'll never stop,
never stop listening,
working, loving, illumining
until eyes far and wide
see your beauty,
alluring and holy.
A beacon for all to see;
flip the switch on the marquee.

Delight,
formerly Forsaken,
the path is cleared to Sought Out.
Salvation comes with
recompense preceding,
and Daughter's reward
in my right hand.

Formerly Forsaken,
you are a crown of beauty,
in my hand and red
on my head.

(inspired by Isaiah 62:1-9)

Thursday, April 1, 2010

For the first post, I'd like to share a poem-- "Unlimited Grasp"



I could die and
go straight to heaven
or
I could die and
be taken to a funeral home
pumped full of chemicals
mourned over in a church
put in the ground
sit in my casket, rotting
decompose until there was nothing left to decompose
lie there for many many years
be rumbled around by earthquakes
not feel the shockwaves of dropped bombs
have my bones cooked by rising temperatures
freeze at a coming ice age
burn up when the sun swallows the earth
and I would still be alive in Christ