Poetry
Modern Art
Sometimes I feel
like a Jackson Pollock painting:
Color splashed across canvas,
To those who look upon me, no meaning discernible;
A mystery to all but the Artist.
But O! What an Artist!
In His eternal galleries this canvas will yet find its place.
Language
What are words
worth
But of His perfect Love to tell (deeper than the thoughts of man);
A quarry of diamonds crystallizing divinity:
Love
Love Love
Love Love Love
Love Love
Love
Word of God,
flaming Lexicon, blaze across these synapses
To make me one with You.
Penguini
Before ever Adam
from paradise fell,
Before ever Cain the righteous blood did shed,
Through endless ages
These stalwart soldiers in obedience to the General’s command
Marched silently across the Arctic night,
Unseen by man, God’s pure delight.
Cana
Transformative
Word:
Marriage of spirit and flesh.
He the host, He the bride, He the groom,
He the water, He the wine,
He the metaphor divine.
Mount Zion
God’s holy
fortress
City within a city
The persecuted of the persecuted
Reviled by the reviled (Father forgive them!)
An offense to everything we humanly know
Eternal in the heavens above
Manifesting His Presence through the ages on earth below.
O the Mystery!
A peculiar
people,
Not many wise and not many noble,
This collection of God’s foolish things.
And you may well ask:
What good thing from this
Nazareth
can come?
Yet strongholds shatter and prisoners are freed
As the Almighty unveils His royal seed.
O the Glory!
The Kingdom
It cometh not
with observation, He said
Which interpreted means this:
His coming will not be televised.
CNN will not provide live coverage 24/7.
He will not be on the cover of Newsweek.
Christian, please don’t bother booking your ticket
To Jerusalem to see him seated in a man-made temple.
His coming (unto
them that look for Him)
Is an inside job.
Outwardly a quiet thing,
Inwardly a melt down of your heavens and your earth,
As the Holy Thief robs you of all your treasure
Leaving you with only
His Presence.
Such Knowledge
You knew
What my deepest needs were.
You knew
That only the purity of your Word
Could satisfy my hungering soul.
You knew
The path I needed to travel
To reach my home in You.
You knew
The end from the beginning.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me.
To Laodicea
The enemy is not
Darwin,
Nor evolution, nor dinosaur bones.
The enemy is not liberals, democrats, the NY times,
Feminists, homosexuals or jihadi terrorists.
The outside world – for whom Christ died – is not the enemy.
No, the enemy of
the Cross is the world inside God’s people:
ignorance
where there should be understanding
superficiality where there should be depth
pride where
there should be humility
blindness
where there should be vision
letter where
there should be Spirit
doctrine
where there should be revelation
hatred where
there should be love
darkness
where there should be light
division
where there should be unity.
Truly, God’s enemies are those of His own household.
Paul
No psycho-babble,
No gospel of entitlement, affirmation, empowerment, hear me roar!
But instead this:
Of the Jews five times received I forty stripes, save one. Thrice was I beaten with rods, once was I stoned, thrice I suffered shipwreck, a night and a day I have been in the deep; in journeyings often, in perils of waters, in perils of robbers, in perils by mine own countrymen, in perils by the heathen, in perils in the city, in perils in the wilderness, in perils in the sea, in perils among false brethren; in weariness and painfulness, in watchings often, in hunger and thirst, in fastings often, in cold and nakedness. Beside those things that are without, that which cometh upon me daily, the care of all the churches.
The Feast of Tabernacles
One day I beheld
His countenance
In the face of a brother.
In that moment,
Everything – past, present, future -
Became inconsequential
As I peered into the face of Love.
Who knew that a face can become
The gateway to Paradise?
By what divine alchemy is the ordinary
The occasion for incarnation?
Beloved, all you
need to know about
The kingdom of heaven and the coming of the Lord
Is contained in this:
Possession of the tabernacle by Him whose right it is.
Christian Atheism
All the world is
a metaphor of God’s eternal plan:
The trees, the seas, the stars, the fire - symbols are they all.
And as for heaven and hell, my friend
Both find their reality in the heart and soul of Man.
Give me my
mansion and the smell of burning flesh,
I hear you say.
Christian, if you despise spiritual things, it is God you reject
For He is Spirit and so is His Word and the Fire you wish
On others must first in you have Its way.