November 30, 2016
Hours in an instant
In every grain
Fused for us
Flesh and blood
“And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living being.” -Genesis 2
“And to Adam he said, “Because you have listened to the voice of your wife and have eaten of the tree of which I commanded you, ‘You shall not eat of it,’ cursed is the ground because of you; in pain you shall eat of it all the days of your life; thorns and thistles it shall bring forth for you; and you shall eat the plants of the field. By the sweat of your face you shall eat bread, till you return to the ground, for out of it you were taken; for you are dust, and to dust you shall return.” -Genesis 3
“who, though he was in the form of God, did not count equality with God a thing to be grasped, but emptied himself, by taking the form of a servant, being born in the likeness of men. And being found in human form, he humbled himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross.” -Philippians 2
“I must work the works of Him who sent Me while it is day; the night is coming when no one can work. As long as I am in the world, I am the light of the world.”” -John 9
“Jesus answered, “Are there not twelve hours in the day? If anyone walks in the day, he does not stumble, because he sees the light of this world.” -John 11
“In Him was life, and the life was the light of men.” -John 1
“He shall judge between many peoples, And rebuke strong nations afar off; They shall beat their swords into plowshares, And their spears into pruning hooks; Nation shall not lift up sword against nation, Neither shall they learn war anymore.” –Micah 4
“Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, For they shall be filled.” -Matthew 5
“You gave them bread from heaven for their hunger, And brought them water out of the rock for their thirst, And told them to go in to possess the land Which You had sworn to give them.” –Nehemiah 9
“This do in remembrance of Me.” -I Corinthians 11
“For He knows our frame; He remembers that we are but dust.” -Psalms 103
“Whoever feeds on my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, and I will raise him up on the last day. For my flesh is true food, and my blood is true drink. Whoever feeds on my flesh and drinks my blood abides in me, and I in him.” -John 6
“Jesus said to them, “My food is to do the will of him who sent me and to accomplish his work.” –John 4
“My soul is very sorrowful, even to death; remain here, and watch with me.” And going a little farther he fell on his face and prayed, saying, “My Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me; nevertheless, not as I will, but as you will.” And he came to the disciples and found them sleeping. And he said to Peter, “So, could you not watch with me one hour? Watch and pray that you may not enter into temptation. The spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak.” Again, for the second time, he went away and prayed, “My Father, if this cannot pass unless I drink it, your will be done.” -Matthew 26
“… if you seek Me, let these men go.” This was to fulfill the word that he had spoken: “Of those whom you gave me I have lost not one.” Then Simon Peter, having a sword, drew it and struck the high priest’s servant and cut off his right ear. (The servant’s name was Malchus.) So Jesus said to Peter, “Put your sword into its sheath; shall I not drink the cup that the Father has given me?”” -John 18
““Simon, Simon, behold, Satan demanded to have you, that he might sift you like wheat, but I have prayed for you that your faith may not fail. And when you have turned again, strengthen your brothers.”” -Luke 22
November 27, 2016
http://www.evanpalmercomics.com/#/ainulindale/ Something sacred This way Swings Mastery And Mystery And Every now-sweet thing's Balance in the slaking Of a broken-heart A hope-shard shaking Unhinged Within my chest. As if the core of me was crashing, Breaking On the shore Of some failed future's quest While running On answers Before questions Fell My mind Caught up With the rest I'm in the middle of building The best A fetter That bitter life I'd always wanted To say I'd rejected for something better Lest... See, I read Tolkien's Silmarillion And that first chapter still haunts my waking dreams And these heady impulses by which they're built and broken And... Dare I hope In God again Redeemed?
November 25, 2016
People panning for gold In a river of fools' Looking over a hard hearts' shoulder For the one who makes the rules We never knew It could be so hard To choose our own rock bottom. You know what they say about problems, yeah? Well if "everybody's got 'em" Then let's quit all this pretending To have that happy ending We've gotta start right here Where we actually live, Risk it Being broken Together, A brush with that love-sharp shiv That every cute old couple Braved, to look back now-perceiving It might feel at times like "doing time" But love's reward is Never leaving If you don't You'll be glad you did Well Before you're done All that glimmering gold, hid Within those years... Yours To spend on Love's Broader stores To give!
November 23, 2016
It shrinks the world's Wide edges small- Smaller, A self-waning Circle, Faux-pledge's Debt-collar. It's a scaled, swift Treachery coiled. A slow but steady Coward's bath boiled. It's a pit with your name on it -Mate! An incriminating love Sonnet's Hate Swirling In the cup of... Hotel California. Can't say they Didn't -Try- To warn ya. It's a warmth ill-sought By moth, within flame And death's life-following, Baited switch game. It's a Forkéd tongue Oft' Hay-heaping On our Surgeon's Needle, keeping Hope's help Just Beyond self's reach Of what we held in- Conveyed by speech -Sincerely. Do you trust Your eyes To see Or Truth We've heard Heel Set us free... Well Who, then, might our Captor be... But Liggur Eða Sem Lygari?
November 22, 2016
In those clouded, foreign eyes
And beneath these gray,
My mother’s fading skies
She… slips away
In a heavy grief,
A fate-defying frolic
Prayer for relief
It’s almost like He’s
Daring her to doubt
The grace-rich ruler of
Her own youthful bout,
She must ask,
Herself the question,
Will I go away sad,
November 18, 2016
November 17, 2016
An evening with an angelAnd The Door kept knocking!
The chance of a life of lifetimes!
And the cherub glanced, rocking.
“Please, please just-
I ask distracted
Like the dozen times before
I’ve got a few left actually,
“Eh? Home is calling?
Why, what a fuss!
Goodbye’s now falling-
Rift be tween us.
With naught but
5 answered- 2 minutes each!
And still my miraculous audience -what-
Hadn’t brought God within reach
Of a mind
Now merely frustrated
When I ought to have been
“One last question
Before you go-
A nagging thing
I’ve just got to know:
Who was it knocking
The door thus and so?”
“Oh, that was my Master
But you …kept saying no,”
The book replied