Thursday, 14 September 2006, 4:54 p.m. - Inspiration
The simple meter and language of the children's table prayer bespeaks the almost naive faith with which each saint looks to the Father for his needs. I pray I have not marred the original by using similar meter and approach.
This was written several weeks ago, but -- being my day off today -- I finished up the stanzas and added a new one this afternoon.
I pray it may bless you and nudge you toward a simpler faith, a more robust faith, an obedient faith, in the Lord Jesus.
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( 3 / 2756 )Thursday, 7 September 2006, 1:41 p.m. - Poems
According to my research, it's two months to the day since my last poem. My apologies to subscribers. What happened? A trip to the U.S., a friend here to teach, the muse abandoning me completely, something of a blue funk setting in, discouragement about poetry in general, well, take your pick. But, as always, poetry draws me back like the moth to the flame. I hope the outcome is better, however. :)
Many people have commented on the untimely death of Australian Steve Irwin this past Monday. His was a lifestyle far different than most, certainly than my desk-bound, quiet mode. Each certainly has his own manner of life and preferred activities, so it's not my intent to say his was inappropriate. But not for me.
Today's poem wasn't written on the occasion of Irwin's death. It was begun Feb. 6th, and finished today or, at least, revised for today's email.
One man's adventures is another's lunacy, I suppose, just as the quiet life is misery for another. So today's poem is merely a reflection of a part of the life I enjoy.
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( 3 / 3508 )Friday, 7 July 2006, 9:55 a.m. - Inspiration
Life is like the weather, always changing. While we focus on changes for the worse, often the storms cease suddenly as the sun breaks through even before the rain stops. And, oh, how welcome those cheering rays bringing gladness to our faces!
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( 3 / 2632 )Wednesday, 14 June 2006, 5:28 p.m. - Inspiration
Not much to say about this poem except for the obvious application to each of us, as the enemy presses his perceived advantage only to be repulsed by a word. Satan tempted Jesus at the beginning of his ministry, but went away only until an opportune moment presented itself. As he hung on the cross, he also heard three calls to come down and save himself.
So our critical moments are a double-edged knife, presenting great opportunities for redemption and great risks of heeding temptation.
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( 3 / 3154 )Tuesday, 6 June 2006, 8:08 p.m. - Drops
This little quatrain was done for a group exercise. Can you guess from the poem what the exercise was? Here it is, as a free Cloudburst Drop for you.
Wisdom frames the Word in silver,
Opportune speech is apples of gold,
Refreshing water to fainting travelers,
Dress of justice, drums of judgment.
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( 3 / 2960 )Monday, 5 June 2006, 2:13 p.m. - Inspiration
I have this obsession with words and language. Not only as tools, but as a topic. It shows up in my poetry. For the new year I shall make a resolution to set aside this topic for a time.
The association of word, sentence, and book with cell, limb, and body came to me as I began the book Fearfully and Wonderfully Made. I had to lay it aside to write. I have yet to pick the book up again.
I sent the poem early this week because of heavy commitments later that would have kept me from sending it.
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( 2.9 / 2528 )Wednesday, 31 May 2006, 4:42 p.m. - Inspiration
The inspiration behind "Before Creation"
I was sitting with a friend in the hospital, as he waited for surgery, sedated and sleeping, and I read out of Tozer on the Almighty God, a year's devotional book complied by Ron Eggert. On the May 19th entry, "There You Have God," Tozer wrote, "Think them all away until there is no creation: not an angel waves its wing, not a bird flies in the sky--there's no sky to fly in."
The alliteration cried for a poem, and while my friend slept, I wrote "Before Creation."
And, if you hurry, you can sign up to UPLift, and get the poem, "The Patient Sleeps," written at the same time.
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