A Different Lighthouse

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The little boat set out on a journey one day.
Her sails were white and pristine.
She gracefully glided along the way
in waters so calm and serene.

Peaceful and pleasant the weather did seem,
with scarcely a cloud in the sky.
The sleek skiff floated by like a dream;
a picturesque sight for the eye.

But the perfect clime began to shift
with a storm quickly approaching.
The unfortunate vessel began to drift
toward billows upon her encroaching.

The heavens grew dark. Strong wind did increase.
She helplessly tossed about.
It didn’t appear that the squall would soon cease.
The small craft was in trouble, no doubt.

Fine sails that once were so white;
gustly gales made them torn and tattered.
Her frame was a terrible sight,
by the elements buffeted, battered.

How long could the little boat last
with such wretched weather condition?
A somber gloom, indeed, had been cast.
This brutal blast could lead to perdition.

Waning was her persistence.
Would she be blown apart? She didn’t know.
Then suddenly in the distance,
she noticed a lustrous glow.

A Lighthouse there was. What a wondrous sight!
‘Twas not made of mortar and stone.
Surprisingly and to her great delight
It was made of flesh and bone.

A beacon my God became
to a lost humanity.
Jesus is His name,
and that little boat was me!
7/21/17

 

John 8:12 Again Jesus spoke to them, saying, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will not walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.”

John 1:1-5;14 In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
He was in the beginning with God.
All things were made through him, and without him was not any thing made that was made.
In him was life, and the life was the light of men.
The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.
And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we have seen his glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth.

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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

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

 

 

 

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!

Everything To Me From A to Z

Jesus is my all in all. He means so much to me.
Starting with the letter A on down the line to Z.

A-Almighty God is He with unparalleled power.
B-Bread of life to feed my soul, each and every hour.
C-Counselor, He is to me, when I need direction.
D-Defender of the weak, He gives to me protection.
E-Everlasting Father who always does exist.
F-First and Last is He, by whom all things consist.
G-God manifested in the flesh, all fullness in Him does dwell.
H-Healer of my body and mind, when I am not well.
I-Image of God that I can see.
J-Just One who judges righteously.
K-King of Kings who reigns supreme.
L-Lamb of God, my soul to redeem.
M-Man of sorrows, tasted of agony and death.
N-Nazarene, for He dwelt in the city of Nazareth.
O-Only wise God, in wisdom stands alone.
P-Prince of Peace, Power of God, Precious Cornerstone.
Q-Quickening Spirit, my being He has filled.
R-Rock, upon which my life I can build.
S-Saviour, who for me was crucified.
T-Truth in which I want to abide.
U-Unspeakable gift, His Spirit indwells me, joy beyond compare.
V-Vine in whom I remain, so fruit I can bear.
W-Word that became flesh, through a virgin birth.
X-‘Xcellent His name, none lovelier on earth.
Yehovah in Old Testament, He was called.
Zealous for righteousness, by sin appalled.

All through the alphabet from A to Z,
Jesus is my all in all. He’s everything to me!

These are the Scriptures that coincide with the titles/attributes if anyone is interested.
A-Revelation 1:8,B-John 6:35,C-Isaiah 9:6,D-Psalm 82:3,E-Isaiah 9:6,F-Revelation 22:13,G-I Timothy 3:16,H-Malachi 4:2,I-Colossians 1:15,J-Acts 7:52,K-I Timothy 6:15,L-John 1:29,M-Isaiah 53:3,N-Matthew 2:23,O-Jude 1:25,P-Isaiah 9:6,I Corinithians 1:24,I Peter 2:6,Q-I Corinthians 15:45,R-I Corinthians 10:4,S-Luke 2:11,T-John 14:6,U-2Corinthians 9:15,V-John 15:5,W-John 1:1,14, X-Hebrews 1:4, Y-Isaiah 26;4(NKJV,YLT),Z-John 2:17