Poems for the Season
Lent - Easter
Winter into Spring - Christian Unity, Presentation of our Lord, Candlemas, Valentines day, Ash Wednesday, Lent, Annunciation, Palm Sunday, Passover, Good Friday, Easter, Resurrection, Divine Mercy, Vision, Vocations, Day of Prayer, Mother’s Day, Ascension, Memorial Day, Graduation, Pentecost, Trinity, Eternity, Body and Blood.
To the Other Side
What doeth true love know, does it know not sin? Being born into the earthly realm,
one hath no choice but take it in.
Flakes accumulate after fresh fallen snow, love whispers soft like the wind on branches of fern. We cling to the things we know, for what we’ve seen and what we’ll learn.
Transcending this place, we need know who our spirits once were. Putting on this daily face, our true existence becomes a blur.
Faith of truth beyond, hope of something greater above. Like the wind helps carry the wave to the other side of the pond, of all the blessings we have been given to carry us through,
the greatest of these is love.
Ashes
I am from ashes, to ashes I will return. The spirit inside me gives me life, gives me form.
Remember from dust you have come and to dust you will return. This dust that you have given me, travels with me during my sojourn.
I am not dust, my spirit is real. The dust brought together, God’s image I reveal.
Before I was born my spirit existed. I am part of you Lord. Our spirits connected.
When this body is done, this dust I will not need. But it is through this dust that my spirit can be seen.
Do not tell me that I am dust now, I am not ready to return. Deep down inside me, my spirit wants to learn.
My dust represents you Lord. Earthly particles my crust. To walk with each other, I need to do all that I must.
To surpass this existence. To partake in this meal. To find time without end. To explain how I feel:
Ashes to ashes, Dust to dust. From spirit to spirit, We find faith, love and trust.
Spring Again
Wind pushes hard against the windowpane, trying desperately to get in.
From white heavy snow to driving rain, Winter turns to Spring again.
Snow packed, and ice ridden paths, Melt into sloppy trails of mud.
The success of Winter’s grasp, Spring takes for early flood.
Cold gray clouds block the sun, Winter’s final attempt to appear.
Warm days will soon be shining from above, a white blanket of peaceful solstice
will need wait till next year.
Little Matters
Don’t let little things make you mad. For life becomes a struggle, losing all context, happiness becomes sad.
It is the little things in life that matter. Meaning gives way to truth. For what can we hear in the depth of space? Will our earthly fortress shatter?
Exerted control over another, a career point gain; move forward. Deny compassion while feeding ego, another point reward. At this rate will you win the game?
The simple things are the most important, they are what I can control. Accept simple difference, peaceful appreciation of our insignificance, I find clearer purpose, little matters but your soul.
Easter Morning
He helped the poor, healed the sick, He made the blind see.
He raised from the dead, forgave the sinners, the lame He helped walk free.
After all of the miraculous, He spoke of God, peace and love.
How could anyone not believe? His kingdom was from above.
The sign of the cross marks us, for what we have done. His face in the shroud tells us,
He is the Father’s son.
Rising up this Easter morning, as our spirits look to this day. All voices join in singing,
for to Him we bow and pray.
Follow in His Way
We all sat quiet and near, as he spoke, we all listened, words that we did not expect,
a message we were not ready to hear.
In the upper room we were safe, no one could find us.
He said that he would be leaving soon. How could we have known, nailed to a cross, before noon.
He died on the cross today, we put him there again, and again. The stone rolled away,
He forgave us of our sin. As the sun rises each morning, it can be another Easter day.
Find the strength to share our blessings, and follow in His way.
Easter with You
You washed my feet in the upper room. You spoke of bread and wine.
You spoke of body and blood. Your presence here, eyes meeting mine.
The scarf that had covered your head. Was found lying folded on your tomb’s bed.
The angel sitting there indicated you’ve risen. You are not dead; you are among the living!
But I saw the spear pierce your side. I saw them take down your body mutilated and tied.
I still remember clearly, looking in your eyes. The pain I am feeling, the tears that I’ve cried.
Could it be, is it possible, that the message is true? That you have been here for us all along. I have seen the living God in flesh in you!
By your side, looking into your eyes, believing in you is where I belong.
Where did you go – I must find you today. I have things to ask you, so many things to say.
You didn’t die, you live for us – what can I do?
I am going to spend every day, starting today on Easter with You.
Rise Up
You cannot live your life standing at the door of the empty tomb.
You must have faith and believe that Jesus is alive in your life and coming back soon.
You must rise up from the dead things in your life; things that you love in this earth,
all you have seen; some may die. Without all of the special and precious moments and people in your life, what would it all mean?
All must pass for us to move on, love continues forever for what we give and receive.
Do not stand at the door of the empty tomb wondering why. Live your life surrounded by the love and the mystery of the eternal life we have been given, it is ours to keep, forever, if we believe.
Wonders
Around every bend, through the trees, winding trail.
Shadowed by branches, sunlight speckles proudly nature’s heavenly veil.
A morning stroll in the wilderness, life secluded from above.
Gently wrapped in innate tenderness, feeling peaceful connection, to the wonders we are made of.
Deep Inside
Feeling, physical presence; touching something, I know that it is there.
Seeing is believing; recognize existence; figment of meaning; seamless picture everywhere.
Hearing your voice; waves repeating; speaking of life’s meaning, your words become mine.
Scent of your being; taste of your goodness; maintain permanent residence; special places in my mind.
Without these five senses, you never existed; forgotten purpose; lost to time.
The sixth provides the answer, but words cannot describe.
Touch me in different ways, feel the curtain, hear the message, see the sign.
Open up the realm of your existence, shatter reality sleeping; awaken to the spirit binding eternal; deep inside.
Eyes Looking Forward
Eyes looking forward. Limited view. Can’t see behind us. Objects block sight too.
Where is everyone going? I haven’t got the news. What is everyone doing? I must find out what to do.
The herd follows their leader. Some groups form into packs. Lacking clear direction. The mob may attack.
We have carnal instincts. And react to our physical needs. Everything else becomes meaningless. As we plow forward in our deeds.
As animals the earth feeds us. To survive we must graze. The one who is ominous. Feeds us fear, creates a haze.
Flesh and blood surround our spirit. In flesh and blood He came. Earthly view our window to it. He loves us all the same.
Eyes looking forward, dependent. We look through our window each day. To find true nourishment and fulfillment, we must choose to believe and to pray.
Emerald City
In Emerald City we live, we cry, we complain about what we have, our wealth beyond the sky.
There are few that share our problems, gaining weight, throwing away food. We listen to the National Anthem, but do we understand the true meaning of having it so good?
For every one of us living in Emerald City there are a dozen living in dirt. Having only the diamonds in the sky to look up at, looking down to their desolation, pain and hurt.
To the dozen I cannot see I am sorry, I was born to these chains of wealth you desire.
If only I could see the sky could you tell me, how to bring music to our humanly choir?