The Verdict

Morning walks are often a
time to experience the beauty of
natural wonders. If one listens
closely, sounds of concealed
creatures may be heard.

The nimble lizards hidden within the bushes scurry as I pass.

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Plant life can be seen even
in some of the most populated
cities. A wide variety
of flowers add a sense of
grace and tranquility to
day time jaunts.

Bright tiger lilies adorning the green lawns of neighborhood homes.

The well tuned ear can
pick up the cheerful chirping chatter
of the
fowls of the air. Assorted
birds sometimes dot the sky
on their aviation adventures.

Bold Mr. Scrubjay begins his flight of fancy, bolts into the sky.

The sights,
the sounds,
and even the feel
of the wind present
evidence that is almost
overwhelming.
Nature
lifts her voice
and shouts against
the fallacy that the
earth’s intricacies are
a cosmic accident.

The verdict is in. He’s guilty of existing, the great Creator.

7/18/17

Good Riddance, Unwelcome Visitor

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A sudden knock on her door and
she wondered
who would be calling at such
a late hour.
Peering through the peephole
the man was well dressed and looked
vaguely familiar so she
made a hasty decision
to open the door. He greeted
her warmly and asked how
she was feeling. She thanked
him for asking and stated she
was fine. He looked at her
quizzically for what seemed an
inordinate amount of time and
then slowly asked, “Are you sure?”

At that moment her knees
felt weak and the heart palpitations
began. “Maybe you better sit down,” he suggested as
he came through the door, took her
hand and settled her on the couch. He started in telling
her that high blood pressure is serious. It
can lead to strokes and
heart attacks
and even
kill
you.

He went on for what
seemed hours, using his
words to paint the very
worst case health scenarios.
Although drained and feeling faint she suddenly
realized who he was. Several years
ago, he had walked down
the corridors of her mind,
had almost killed her.

What worked then would
work now.
With trembling voice she quoted
as many “fear nots”
as she could remember and
gradually
felt her strength return.
Finally, she arose, and with the
authority of that Saving Name,
rebuked the stunned figure
who went running
for the door.

Arrivederci, Anxiety!

6/28/17

Make America Great Again

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To our nation God’s making a call
that upon our knees we would fall
to look deep within
and repent of our sin
then His blessing will come upon all.

7/4/17

Proverbs 14:34 Righteousness exalteth a nation: but sin is a reproach to any people.

2Chronicles 7:14 If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.

Ruin To Rapt

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Ruin – it best described my life’s condition
before I did know the touch of His sweet hand.
Bound in sorry state of my soul’s perdition
but the shackles fell when He gave the command.

Rapt was I, engulfed in His presence divine
and since that moment my life is not the same.
Oh to think that I am His, and He is mine.
With joyful heart I gladly bear His name!

6/27/17

 

 

 

Crown of Sonnets-Seven Things The Lord Hates

Proverbs 6:16-19  These six things doth the LORD hate: yea, seven are an abomination unto him:
A proud look, a lying tongue, and hands that shed innocent blood,
An heart that deviseth wicked imaginations, feet that be swift in running to mischief,
A false witness that speaketh lies, and he that soweth discord among brethren.

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1. A Proud Look

It sadly leads a man to such disgrace.
A proud look first begins within the heart,
then manifests itself upon the face,
and to the soul, it’s like a piercing dart.

The Scripture mentions satan’s sin of pride.
He wanted so to be like the Most High.
It drove him, and it led him to decide
‘gainst God rebel, His holy will defy.

The lofty scheme of satan came to naught.
For one who thwarts God’s plan, it’s never well.
Devil’s pride like a web, and he got caught.
His destination is a burning hell.

If character of man toward pride is bent
the only remedy is to repent.

2. A Lying Tongue

The only remedy is to repent
if lying words from your lips do proceed.
Deceitful speech can cause a heart to rent;
is like sore wound inflicted that does bleed.

For uttered falsities, the price to pay
in Acts 5th chapter, story we do tell.
Husband and wife both lied on the same day,
died at apostles’ feet and went to hell.

Though judgment for our lies may not be swift,
God gives us time so that we can confess.
Be sure that with your Maker there’s a rift.
Continuing in lies leaves life a mess.

If telling of lies be your sinful plight
you best do a 180, get it right.

3. Hands That Shed Innocent Blood

You best do a 180, get it right
if you have caused death of the innocent.
Such acts, they are so grievous in God’s sight.
Taking of lives, for us it is not meant.

How sad to read the tale of Abel and Cain,
first murder ever, spawned by jealousy.
The anguish of a brother that was slain
caused both their parents untold misery.

Each day the countless deaths of the unborn
regarded as just tissue, swept away.
Oh how the heart of God must truly mourn
as precious lives are trashed like worthless clay!

The path of such a sin, where does it start?
It’s deep within the bowels of the heart.

4. An Heart That Deviseth Wicked Imaginations

It’s deep within the bowels of the heart
where thoughts of murder, rape and lust do spring.
Way down inside a man the crime does start.
The human heart is such a wicked thing.

Ill musings that are born of hate and greed
like venom that’s a poison to the soul,
when brooded on eventually will lead
to birthing of ungodly, evil goal.

The doing of all wrong first starts within.
It grows inside the heart before its birth;
does incubate and manifests as sin
and causes untold pain upon this earth.

Devising wicked imagination
bringing serious trepidation.

5. Feet That Be Swift In Running To Mischief

Bringing serious trepidation
feet that run fast to do an evil thing
to their victims, a source of frustration
through infractions such trouble they do bring.

They cause tribulation, pacing the streets
with purpose in mind, never to do well,
race to computer spewing vicious tweets
perhaps inspired by the imps of hell.

Their wily unrest mostly in the night
scarcely aided by flashlight or candle,
upon spoil of others they take flight
to pillage, steal, maim, destroy and vandal.

The ones possessing mischief running feet
from such evil ways they ought to retreat.

6. A False Witness That Speaketh Lies

From such evil ways they ought to retreat;
cease from character assassination.
Untruthful words they ought not to repeat
that ruin some poor soul’s reputation.

Some, they choose to speak such fabrication.
Do they think it might make self look better?
In the end it will be their damnation,
turning them into eternal debtors.

Don’t spin tales to make someone look bad
or secure a desired position.
It’s not worth it, and you will not be glad.
It leads to your personal perdition.

A false witness that speaketh cruel lies,
he is a foolish one that is not wise.

7. He That Soweth Discord Among Brethren

He is a foolish one that is not wise
sowing seeds of discontent and discord.
Maker of division, it’s no surprise
his subtle dealings, hated by the Lord.

When he feels to him, there has been offense
immediately to blabbing he does go.
To him it only makes perfect sense.
His perceived injustice all should now know.

The devil uses him to cause church splits
in assemblies that have sweet unity.
The discontented throws his hissy fits,
for turmoil makes opportunity.

When grumbler gets all up in your face
it sadly leads a man to such disgrace.

 

The Seasons of My Writing

I can’t speak for every writer
of prose and poetry,
but from my own experience
this is what pertains to me.
As there are seasons in the natural,
some lovely, some not so inviting;
the same thing occurs when it comes to my pen.
There are seasons of my writing.

I’ve been through some winter like seasons
longing for inspiring urge,
but my pen felt cold and lifeless
almost like a funeral dirge.
These times of seeming deadness
when it appeared there was no inspiration,
although some of them lasted for years,
were really stages of hibernation.

Then at last there came a thawing,
a melting of my frosted pen;
sap that lay so still and dormant,
miraculously flowing again.
Suddenly, my quill, alive with bloom
and flowing like a fountain.
Free verse, limerick and haiku
come skipping over the mountain.
Poetry it starts to bloom
of various hue and shade,
stirring refrains and ballads
that sweetly serenade.
The forms that now are breaking forth
to me, they might be new,
a villanelle, a tyburn or perhaps a clerihew.

Then spring gives way to summer
with weather oh so warm;
palm trees and sweltering breeze
an easy feeling in my form.
Those hot August nights can quickly pass
with refreshing iced tea in my poet’s glass.

Then on into the next season
for fall, it now is time.
The colors are slowly fading.
Still there’s reason in my rhyme.
Hot apple cider, the pumpkin patches
And gloriously fun hay rides,
the air is stiff and cooler
yet inspiration continues to abide.

Finally, it’s ‘round to winter again,
and in spite of the holiday hustle;
it seems my pen has fallen asleep
and will not move a muscle.
I may feel unproductive
and like I’m really sluffing,
but it’s at this time God reminds me
that without Him I am nothing.
So, I’ll read and wait and pray
until God sees fit, and then,
when the timing is just right
He will send me spring again!