Tag: religious poem
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At the Barbershop
At the barbershop my hair sings The Ballad of Long Locks “Cut it off. I’m done with it. It gets in my way.” Thus, I’m kept alive with regular haircuts.
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Nun Sense
Sister Dorothea would whack my knuckles with the flat edge of a desk ruler trying to knock some nun sense into me every five times I messed up on fractions. She had that well lived-in roundness the faithful get after hard years of serving Christ in the smallest crosses of existence. From the back she…
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the rapist god
How does the world forgive a rapist god? By creating many more murdering ones until there is just one murderer proclaiming himself King of the Universe. An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind, Gandhi said, creating an offense to severed eyes, ears, tongues, limbs, the impaled world. Numbers move…
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God Reads The NY Times and Comments
“ A preacher who doesn’t believe in God”, The NY Times headline proclaimed. – God read it, laughed and commented, “I knew that. What the Times doesn’t know – is that half of Catholic priest do it for the boys,” he said, blaspheming the church but not himself. – God turned the page looking for…
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No Good God Knows No
God is wise enough to know that there is no god. – At least in the idea of it, it seems good, even grand. – He gives extra credit for the man who thought that up, – knowing that his heart knew loss, and also knew HIM once, – seeing loss as forever negation and…
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The Donkey Braying in the Manger of the Lord or How the Jerusalem Donkey Got Its Mark
I am a prideful, stubborn, stiff-necked beast unbroken, redeemed by lamb sacrifice, who took the lash three times yet stayed unmoved, seeing the sin before the sinner until Balaam could confess to the Lord’s Angel blocking his path in that narrowing space. – Thirty-five years yon I will bear you to beyond the wide gates…
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Census of the Living and the Dead
Census of the Living and the Dead The sum total of all human existence is 108.2 billion: 100.8 billion dead. – Subtract existence from death and we are the small living, sometimes believing rest. – War dead from 150 million to 1 billion: in active conflicts that kill over 1,000. – Subtract the casualties from…
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The Butterfly Effect
The Butterfly Effect – The last Monarch Will still Flap its wings Aware of the Miracle Of the butterfly effect- – Knowing that The Greatest Sentence And worst sentence Is “I am.”
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The Only Needed Wall
The Only Needed Wall The wall of my soul, rebuilt brick by brick and without a gap holds against the five assaults of idleness that falsely claims me for its kingdom. You strengthen me, Lord. Sin slips into hopelessness and the great project is completed.
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Ode to Revelation 8
Ode to Revelation 8: Another angel broke the calm of the seventh seal’s opening Bringing a censer mixed with incense and every Godly prayer The smoke drifting up a pleasing aroma to the Lord Once spent filled with a rumbling, flashing, quaking Fire hurled on the earth. – The first trumpet brought hail and fire…
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The Lord’s Palace Is Us
The Lord’s Palace Is Us The Lord establishes a palace in the hearts of those he loves. – He delivers victory into the hands of those who earnestly entreat him. – The flood that breaks out drowns the idols of the heart. – The top of poplars echo the command of the Lord And sin…
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How Jesus Wants You to Love
How Jesus Wants You to Love Love one another as if angels were in your midst. – Love what you have knowing Jesus loves all – and provides for all, even forgiving the mind’s – struggle to understand the bottomless unchanging – equality of his love and grace– A grace that strengthens – us in…
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New Bethany
New Bethany Be sworn and baptized by John on the Jordan, Jesus’ ministry Embarked, unsaintly leper Only to the Roman mean The fig tree cursed, fanes Now scourged to Na Holy oil anointing feet of a Sinless new Birth. A gift of a lady now devout Once possessed by the worst New start for a…
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Our Seven Year Sonnet
Seven years married yet eight sonnets come In this strange arithmetic God gives more Than the eight minus one in man’s kingdom. Seven heaven is plus more in His Swore. – It is not necessary to believe in me And me to believe in you true and just, But if we are to really truly…
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The Serpent in the Manger Straw
The Serpent in the Manger Straw I spit on thee Oh Son of God and Man who tries to wash clean my dark throne. – I caused man to fall, with the bite of a simple fruit, the core decaying every soul. – Think You can save them from ME? – The world was…
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The New Flood: A Poem
Only snakes never cry when the old skin dies and falls away So cry, cry until the pain, the anger and all the misery is shed In the baptism— – Cry until there is nothing left but hope and love, Because they are anchored in the heart and soul And thus beyond the flood. –…
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The Gift: A Poem
THE GIFT On the last day before the flight I kissed you softly, Made love to you gently. – The whole world seemed Such a fragile thing And I didn’t want it to break. – The air was crystal, the earth clay My heart was Diamonds and dust. – On the Sunday of the flight …