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. 

  
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