Believe
And receive grace
And a place of welcome:
Come home, and your soul will find rest,
The best.
Christian Poetry
Fulfillment
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was about alliteration, consonance, and assonance. I use those often in my poems already and tried to use them in this poem, but it’s probably not enough to be considered “on-prompt.”
Fulfillment:
Commune with Love itself,
Endless joy in the presence of God
Be at peace:
Heaven and Earth will be
Reborn for an era of beauty
This homeland
The soul is searching for:
It will be yours, and the wait is short
I Come To Do Your Will
Today’s prompt from the NaPoWriMo site was inspiring — to write about “an encounter or relationship between two people (or things) that shouldn’t really have ever met – whether due to time, space, age, the differences in their nature, or for any other reason.” However, although I did write about that, this is not it. This was actually inspired by today’s feast of the Annunciation, when the Angel Gabriel appears to the Virgin Mary, and today’s psalm at Mass.
Behold I come to do Your will,
With this body You have prepared,
Full humanity I have shared,
I do not wish my people ill.
Prophecies I came to fulfill,
To all of humanity save,
To free them for they had been slaves,
To give them hope everlasting.
To do this I gave everything,
Then rose and conquered o’er the grave.
Wounds
I wrote this poem just now, on day 7 of NaPoWriMo. It’s not from any prompt but was inspired by today’s Gospel reading of “doubting Thomas” putting his finger into Jesus’ wounds after the resurrection. The idea of “holy wounds” percolated, and out popped this.
Holy wounds
In His hands and feet,
Blood and water from His side –
These needed sufferings are leading
To new life.
So my wounds,
Even ere they are completely healed,
Are holy; sacredness of
Past and memory
I have lived.
P.S. I might write and post again later today (it’s not too late in California), since I like today’s prompt from the official NaPoWriMo site.
Forgiven
Posting a little poem from 2 weeks ago because it’s been too long since I’ve posted. Thanks to all those who read my blog.
Forgiven,
Let us now forgive
Those who have sinned against us:
No more holding their debt against them,
Souls set free
Ovi Poetry: Truth
"I am the Truth, the Life, the Way," This is what Lord Jesus did say, Every day His followers pray, "Thy kingdom come, thy will be done." Truth can be a confusing maze, Yet when it's found it does amaze, Something that lasts beyond a phase, Something that lasts eternally.
This is rather obviously for Ronovan Writes’ Ovi Poetry Challenge, for which the theme is “truth.” My blog isn’t necessarily a Christian blog, but because I am a Christian, it comes out a lot.
Next-Level Joy
the joys of this world
lose their luster in the light
of eternity:
despite their real goodness
beyond them true blessedness
For Ronovan Writes’ weekly haiku challenge, for which I have written a tanka instead.
8:28, part 2
God uses all this suffering for good,
Although it’s oft impossible to see,
Trust is something that we always should
Practice, and there are times to try daily.
Lord give me peace in my anxiety.
There is some hope that one day it will end,
Or that I will not break but rather bend.
When you look at the clock and think of Scripture again.
Focusing on the Good
“8:28”
all things work for good:
discerning God’s handiwork
trust sees His goodwill
“A New Song”
a new song:
unknown melody
discovered
note by note —
in time of anxiety,
open up to sing
Two poems I wrote today, partially inspired by MVB: Discerning. I have been experiencing a lot of anxiety during the last few weeks, particularly around work but am always trying to focus on what is good and to find meaning, even in the difficulties.
Dry Bones
Dry bones shall come together back to life, In desert lands shall flow new waters pure, The promised restoration after strife And wandering, the Great Physician's cure. Bones come together hearing God's words sure: And then the Spirit breathes into the slain, Pained waiting has reward: new hope to gain.
This morning’s first reading in the Office of Readings was Ezekiel 37:1-14, hence this poem and another one, too!
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