I could scarce believe my ears
As the Roman soldier said:
“You there, stranger, lift that cross,
Follow Jesus, good as dead.”
...
He came to do his Father’s will,
This quiet man of Nazareth;
At thirty years he pondered still
The mission that would mean his death.
...
I would see him at three thirty
On the street beneath my flat.
Kids would call him strange and dirty
Like a mouse plagued by stray cats.
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I launch the kite at the first real burst of wind.
Colourful and dancing it decorates the sky.
Up and up to the realm of angels.
I seemingly with it. Flying.
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We love it here
As the Sundays pass
With the smiles galore
With the rich stained glass
...
I cannot beat the trails,
Or trim the wind-taut sails,
Or pitch a camp beside the dusty road.
I cannot tame the crowd,
...
When I think of the choice
That you made before the world
In the portals of Glory, answered “yes”.
I am moved at the centre
...
Mine eyes run down with waters
I see the judgment come
...
Sound Hope in the Bleating
Would to God
I knew the answers
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They seem hopeful
As down the Mount of Olives
You descend.
And this a small part
...
In the nineteenth
The singer began
With the heavenlies
God first said many a Jew.
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Sun and moon and magnet
Guide their awesome flight
Winging over mountains
Quiet field by night.
...
Last night was a bad one
Her tummy turned and sour
And terror screamed
And then it moaned
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Living in Waterloo, Ontario. Married to Hilary with 2 children Lauren and Jordan. Inspirational blogger and poet since 2008. Shipper and Health and Safety Professional in metal fab plant. Hiker. Photographer. Newsboy for Jesus.)
Church Mouse
Call me a church mouse
Yep, generations of ‘em
Here, under the oaken arches
And that golden and blue glass.
Long quiet pause
Day after day
We like that
Place all to ourselves
Except for one singing woman
With a mop
And a quiet man in black
Sits on a bench with open book
Drops to his knees often
Down where we are.
Couple a’ times he near
Squashed me
But he didn’t know.
Seems gentle and trustworthy
Others before him
Mostly the same, my folks tell me.
…No, I take that back!
Couple of them struck real fear
Into some of the women and kids.
Those few with the nasty smirk
Never looked at the picture windows
Never sat in the bench
To get real quiet.
Sometimes I climbed
All the way up to that
One picture with those fluffy critters
And the kindly man with the staff
(Bearing subscription Ezekiel 34) .
Did it twice when
The place was crowded.
Loud sounds, blended voices
Clapping hands, fun apparently.
Then all got real quiet
And the man with the black coat
Spoke, spoke long
And hard, and raised up that Book.
My siblings were busy out back
Sampling the cakes and fruit.
But I had the better portion
In this lovely quiet and focus
And that Book seemed to be
So very important.
He even pointed up
To the glass picture behind me
Thought I might get noticed.
Crouched down real low.
Nice people, mostly.
Somewhat confused.
They might come more often
If you ask me.