Posts Tagged ‘poetry’
Writing 2-line poems upon the subject of redirecting one’s thoughts from the temporary to the eternal. The second one works better to the ear than it looks, as I pronounce “disgrace” variably from “dis-grace” (prominent G) to “dis-krace” (soft G) and prefer the latter for this instance.
:: Repentance ::
By heavenly forbearance have I found myself anon
within the throes of wanton waste while longing for the dawn,
that I might lay myself to rest – enraptured – bathed in light
from Thou whom I have wronged, yet Thou receivest with delight.
I haven’t even lowly doves to offer unto Thee
in recompense for causing grief o’er my miscreancy.
I haven’t grain nor oil; I’ve no offering to wave
and thusly do before Thee fall, Thy mercies strong to save.
I’ve sinned against Thee, ceaseless King, who never hath began,
so how then shouldst offense be less unending than Thy span?
And if offense unending, surely judgment likewise just
to damn or save whom Thou seest fit, so in Thy grace I trust.
For none shall see Thy light but by a purity of soul
nary to be achieved by men of age nor like the foal;
not wisdom nor atonement nor naïvety blot out
preclusion of Thy holiness, even for one devout.
For Thou, o Lord, take pleasure not in sacrificial gifts
we lavish from a plaintive heart but, for the heart, uplift
the languished from the dirt, that we should ever rest our gaze
upon Redemption – love from Thou whom my heart hast betrayed!
Within Thy presence joy abounds with righteous jubilance
to be among unbridled Glory, spaceless in expanse.
All, Lord, to Thee, whose majesty is past height, breadth and depth!
How great to praise The Holy One though far beyond my breath!
In Thee I rest secure for Thou art faithful, true and just
and in Thee dwells all fullness of redemptive faith and trust
that, by an ardent faith in Thee, may all Thy servants sound
a cry of conquest over our end beneath the ground.
For none does death hold captive, be they slaves unto Thee, Lord
(for servants may deride but true slaves’ fervor is assured
in service of their Master, whose love ceaselessly o’erflows)
and Thou art ever faithful to Thy loved ones, fondly known.
My wounds Thou came to heal; my fallen head hast Thou upturned
to revel in the wonder of Thee, Lord, whose beauty burns
beyond the light of all of heaven’s stars; my God, be praised!
Draw nearer, Lord, so I might never dull, but stay amazed.
My comfort in the midst of all discord and disarray,
I seek only Thy face to see and hear what Thou would say
when, in some nearing future, we shall walk ‘neath cool of day,
for none I’ve known compare to Thee, the Holy One; Yahweh.
Being the day before Valentine’s Day, when I just know I’ll start out fine and gradually be worn down by the whole thing to the point of utter frustration by the end of the day, I had to give myself a little pep talk. I’m not good at pep talks.
I didn’t really do anything today except work, write a poem (part of which is the narration up there) and post journals, trying to get caught up. I also shared my Goldfish crackers with Etheria. She was being good.