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!

Desperate Faith

She was an outsider, but she had an urgent need.

And coming to the Master, she thus began to plead.

first, for the Lord to have mercy, and then for a healing touch

for her demon tormented daughter that she loved so very much.

 

Though it may have seemed rude and almost absurd,

Jesus answered her not a word.

And even His disciples came and did say

They desired for Him to send her away.

 

“I am sent to the lost sheep of Israel” was what Jesus replied.

Perhaps the woman felt that her hope had died.

It seemed as though the conversation was looking rather grim

but the woman asked Jesus for help, as she came and worshipped Him.

 

The next words coming from Jesus that He spoke outloud

would truly offend someone who was arrogant and proud.

It’s not fitting for me to take the children’s bread

and cast it to dogs that they may be fed.

 

A dog is what the woman was called.

There are many that would have been appalled.

But the woman’s response made it plain to see

that in her heart was humility.

 

Truth Lord, but even dogs are able

to eat crumbs that fall from the master’s table.

Then Jesus marveled and thus did state

that truly this woman’s faith was great.

 

The moment at last had come to fruition.

The woman received her desired petition.

Her daughter was healed that self same hour;

made whole by Jesus’s mighty power.

 

How good it is, this story to know,

of determined faith that wouldn’t let go.

With happy outcome, her story ended.

In Jesus, she chose not to be offended.

 

So what about me, and what about you?

When the need is great, what will we do?

If answers aren’t instant, will our prayers still persist?

Will we have a faith that won’t cease and desist?

 

Should God respond in a way that we don’t understand

Will we still choose to lift up holy hands?

If He answers in a way that seems like a slight

will we still choose to walk in the light?

 

It’s up to me and it’s up to you.

When there’s dire need what we will do.

If things don’t make sense or we have to wait,

may Jesus find in us a faith that is great.

 

4/17/17

 

Mat 15:21-28  Then Jesus went thence, and departed into the coasts of Tyre and Sidon. 

And, behold, a woman of Canaan came out of the same coasts, and cried unto him, saying, Have mercy on me, O Lord, thou Son of David; my daughter is grievously vexed with a devil. 

But he answered her not a word. And his disciples came and besought him, saying, Send her away; for she crieth after us. 

But he answered and said, I am not sent but unto the lost sheep of the house of Israel. 

Then came she and worshipped him, saying, Lord, help me. 

But he answered and said, It is not meet to take the children’s bread, and to cast it to dogs. 

And she said, Truth, Lord: yet the dogs eat of the crumbs which fall from their masters’ table. 

Then Jesus answered and said unto her, O woman, great is thy faith: be it unto thee even as thou wilt. And her daughter was made whole from that very hour. 

 

Luke 7:23  And blessed is he, whosoever shall not be offended in me. 

 

 

 

The Man, The Survey,The Study

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Last week, our church was blessed to host an Evangelism and Home Bible Study Seminar conducted by Brother Shawn Dunahoe. One of the first things this man of God said that immediately arrested my attention was that he was an extreme introvert when he first came to God. However through prayer and gaining more knowledge of the Word of God, the Lord has helped him to improve in his ability to communicate with people. Being an introvert myself who still struggles from time to time, I am always encouraged when I hear of those who have made strides in overcoming this inhibition.

 

Brother Dunahoe shared with us the number one reason why we don’t get more Bible studies with people.

Do you want to know what it is? I’m going to tell you whether you want to know or not. 🙂

 

 

WE DON’T ASK!

 

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This public opinion survey is one of the tools that Rev. Dunahoe has used effectively to secure more Bible studies. Of course not everyone you survey is going to say yes to a Bible study, but the more surveys you do, the greater your chances of getting a Bible study.

In thinking about this later, I wrote a poem.

 

So

opened

he his mouth,

and words came out:

an invitation

for a Bible study

that he was willing to teach.

And wonder of wonders to him,

the man that was asked gladly said yes.

Thus began the gospel sharing journey.

 

2/10/17

 

A group of us met together on Saturday morning. We prayed, paired up into teams, got some survey cards and went to a neighborhood close by our church. To make a long story short, we came back after about an hour and 15 minutes with six yeses to home Bible studies! A few more yeses were acquired later that day from individuals that did some asking on their own.

 

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Here is the Bible study. It is usually taught in 2 lessons and really does a great job explaining what the first church taught(the original one immediately founded after the resurrection or Jesus Christ). I am looking forward to teaching my first one soon and to seeing what God is going to do through these Bible studies. Already we are seeing doors of opportunity to the Hispanic community opening, and I am believing God is going to do great things.

Stay tuned for more!

 

 

 

Where I’m Going, Where He’s Going

Every once in a while, I like to remind the devil where he’s going and to remind myself where I’m going. Thus, the following poem and Scriptures.

 

He thought he won a victory

When Jesus died upon that tree

Satan knew not, he was done in

Through Calvary’s triumph over sin, that set us free.

 

Though he still works yet to deceive

The hearts of them that would receive

His days numbered, yes, this we know

The Holy Bible tells us so, we do believe.

 

Signs of the times, they do report

The devil’s time on earth is short

And though he seeks to work his will

God shall bring all to a stand still, foul plans to thwart.

 

And so the darkness cannot last

Lucifer, in the fire cast

The truth shall reign forevermore

At last we will reach Heaven’s shore, trials all passed.

 

10/4/16

This type of poem is called a Florette. To see how to write one, click this link, http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/florette.html

 

1Corinthians 1:18  For the preaching of the cross is to them that perish foolishness; but unto us which are saved it is the power of God.

 

 

Ezekiel 28:17  Thine heart was lifted up because of thy beauty, thou hast corrupted thy wisdom by reason of thy brightness: I will cast thee to the ground, I will lay thee before kings, that they may behold thee.

 

Revelation 12:12  Therefore rejoice, ye heavens, and ye that dwell in them. Woe to the inhabiters of the earth and of the sea! for the devil is come down unto you, having great wrath, because he knoweth that he hath but a short time.

 

Revelation 20:10  And the devil that deceived them was cast into the lake of fire and brimstone, where the beast and the false prophet are, and shall be tormented day and night for ever and ever.

 

1Thessalonians 4:16-18  For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first:

Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord.

Wherefore comfort one another with these words.

 

Revelation 21:4  And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Holding On Through The Storm

I know several who are going through some pretty challenging trials right now. Sometimes we don’t understand the circumstances that God allows to take place in our lives, but if we will keep trusting in Him, He is faithful and will bring us through to the other side. Thank God that no storm lasts forever! I am praying for you, my friends.

 

Holding On Through the Storm

 

My heart hurts, knowing now you suffer.

Life for you may seem much rougher.

Truly, I know that God does care.

Daily, I mention you in prayer;

Knowing the Lord, He will be your strength and buffer.

 

Trials of life can oft be hard;

Moments, just catching us off guard.

We don’t know what a day may bring;

A time to cry, a time to sing,

But of your unfolding story, God takes regard.

 

Know that no storm lasts forever.

Hold His hand; He’ll leave you never.

Though it may be a bumpy ride,

Safe, as in Him you abide,

Assured that He’s promised to be with you ever.

 

1/23/17

 

The Touch That Changed Everything

The Touch That Changed Everything

 

Desperately she crawled through the crowd

At the end of her rope, last hope

Reached out and trembling, touched

Border of his garment

Knowing in herself

At that instant

With no doubt

She was

Whole.

 

10/13/16

 

Matthew 9:20-22  And, behold, a woman, which was diseased with an issue of blood twelve years, came behind him, and touched the hem of his garment:

For she said within herself, If I may but touch his garment, I shall be whole.

But Jesus turned him about, and when he saw her, he said, Daughter, be of good comfort; thy faith hath made thee whole. And the woman was made whole from that hour.

 

This type of poem is called a Nonet. Click the link to see how to write one.

http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/nonet.html

 

 

 

The Gift I Haven’t Received Yet


It has been over 5 years since my oldest brother Tom passed away. About a year after his passing, my elder sister announced to the family that she wanted to start a new Christmas tradition. She had had his Bible for a whole year. This was the Bible that our former pastor, Derrald Hilderbrand, had given to Tom as a gift before he left to attend Apostolic Bible Institute. I went to the same college at the same time as Tom and also received a Bible from our pastor, which I still have. 

Anyhow, my sister thought it would be a nice idea to have a different family member receive Tom’s Bible as a Christmas gift for a year, and then pass it on to a different family member the following Christmas. Last year my daughter had the Bible, and she decided she was going to pass it on to her cousin Nick in Wisconsin. Since I don’t know when it will be my turn to receive it, and we live in the same house, I asked her if I could look through it before she sent it off. I couldn’t resist taking a few pics.


This Bible is a KJV Cambridge Wide Margin-perfect for adding notes, which Tom did.


I really enjoyed perusing his Bible, looking at passages he had underlined and reading through some of his notes. I’m glad my brother was into the Word, and although I still miss him, I would not want him back on this earth. Now he is with the Word, and one day, whether by way of the Lord’s coming or the grave, I look forward to seeing him again.