Poems, Personal Stories, and Observations

Sleeping from Grief

[“When he got up from prayer, he came to the disciples and found
them sleeping because of grief, and he said to them, “Why are you
sleeping? Get up and pray that you may not come into the time of trial.”
(Luke 22:45-46)]

As darkness falls,
Do we sleep from grief,
Or weariness –
Discouragement deep?

Or cynicism,
Or harsh derision,
Or is our sleep
Another kind?

Brought on by drugs,
Or too much wine?
From entertainment,
TV time?

Or trying to end
Our emptiness
With false romance
Or casual sex?

No matter why
We’re sleeping now,
Must ask for grace
To wake somehow –

To take up cross,
Accept all loss
Of worldly glory –

Must tell the story
Of Jesus’ love,
His always-love.

Let grace come in,
Fill souls within.
Our peace receive,
And let grief sleep.

Waitings

 

Clouds bursting forth,
After long pregnancy –
Such a long time waiting;
Fulfilling their destiny.

Desert blooming,
Long time coming –
Dryness senses water;
Life is flourishing.

Century plant
Growing so slowly.
Once in a lifetime
Its bloom condescending.

There are many waitings.
The patience of God
Is eternal.

God in a body –
How can it be?
The Star-Shaper, Light-Maker
Dwelling with me?

How can the Great One
As infant come down?
How was Man’s Molder
In poverty found?

What kind of love
Does startle, astound?
Incomprehensibly,
My soul He has found.

Glimpses of your glory,
Shadows of your grace.
When I hear the story –
How You saved the human race.

Just around the corner,
A ray of light does shine.
Can’t seem to wholly grasp it –
Just like a butterfly.

Out of my eye’s corner,
Just around the bend,
A blinding light is shining;
I cannot comprehend.

[I saw a white-haired lady at church …]

Sun-wrinkled wisdom,
Silver-haired sense.
Long years of suffering,
Lost innocence.

Growth in compassion,
Mercy matured.
Their passion for praying
Has borne much great fruit.

Closer their souls
To God up above.
May all of us hope
To thus grow in love.

To Be Human

 

To be human
Is to love – and lose.
Then my response
I need to choose.

To be human
Is to hurt – and cry.
Perhaps anger will
My hurt belie.

And then my anger
Might energy give
To right the wrong,
To help me live.

To be human
Is to have deep needs.
I might deny them,
But they’re the seeds …

To bring salvation
If I’ll confess
How needy I am –
That my heart is a mess.

But if my love
Is real and true
Will it be spurned?
I don’t have a clue.

And if my “love”
Has selfish roots,
I’m back to square one –
Truer love to pursue.

But I’m always learning,
Ever learning.
And for God’s truth —
Forever yearning.

Once I was watching a documentary about the Nuremberg Trials (in which prominent Nazis were on trial for World War II war crimes). A Jewish man who was present related how he suddenly fainted during the testimony of one of the accused. When asked why he fainted, he said, “Suddenly I realized that I, too, was capable of the same horrible actions.”

We ALL need forgiveness.  We cannot do any good without God’s help.

“For everyone has sinned; we all fall short of God’s glorious standard.” (Romans 3:23)

I Beheld Your Beauty

I beheld Your beauty
In the morning dawn,
In dewdrops that were glistening,
In does and little fawns.

I beheld Your beauty
In sunbursts from the clouds,
In rainbows and in lightning,
In rushing rivers loud.

I beheld Your beauty
In little children’s smiles,
In wrinkled faces, in fond embraces;
By love I was beguiled.

I beheld Your beauty
In ugliness disguised,
Beneath the skin, and deep within,
Your beauty there would hide.

I beheld Your beauty,
And cannot comprehend
Your love so great, to contemplate —
Your love will never end.

What is the beauty within you?
That God-made, deep inside,
Don’t-need-to-hide beauty?

What are your dreams and schemes,
The bright sunbeams,
The things that keep you going?

Has life beat you up?
Do you want to give up?
Can you try to look up?

Feel ugly inside?
Are you trying to hide?

Will you give God a chance?
Will you let Him romance
Your soul?

He wants to enfold you,
He’s not trying to scold you,
He’s waiting right now for you.

Just open the door,
Come in from the cold,
So your heart can behold

The One who adores you,
His heart broken for you,
He died on the cross for you.