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Searching…

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I am sharing this with the Writers’ Pantry, as we say goodbye to May and say “Onward, June.”  I’m happy about today being the special day of Pentecost, yet this is what I wrote in response to reading a passage from Romans 8 this morning.

He who searches hearts:
Understand this muddled voice
Troubled with what-if

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Likewise the Spirit also helps in our weaknesses. For we do not know what we should pray for as we ought, but the Spirit Himself makes intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered. Now He who searches the hearts knows what the mind of the Spirit is, because He makes intercession for the saints according to the will of God

Romans 8:26-27 (NKJV)

Passage

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For DVerse Poetics about portals. This has the rhyme scheme of a Chaucerian stanza but no consistent meter.

When God led the Israelites
Through the Red Sea,
It was a portal to new life
Out of slavery,
But not without difficulty —
Some doors are hurdles to get through,
Need keys to unlock wider view.

Prepare a Place for Hope

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This week, Frank challenges us to write a 14-line poem. I was going to write a sonnet but decided to try two Chaucerian stanzas. My poem is inspired by today’s Gospel reading, which is John 14:1-6.

The Lord has said He will prepare a place
And that He will return to take us back,
So that we may live always face to face,
Realizing finally there is no lack
In love, and that there’s safety from attack.
We must wait patiently for His return,
The chaste heart of His bride He will not spurn.

His words were difficult to understand,
Even for His disciples to believe.
In times distressing we look to what’s planned
And know that there is someday a reprieve,
Pure paradise which we will never leave:
There are manifold places there to dwell,
I long for that day when all will be well.

Morning to Night

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Today at DVerse Poetics, Bjorn asks us to write about solitude. He adds, “Solitude to me is a tool to handle loneliness,” an insight that I really liked. This poem was inspired by the fact that I tend to do most of my writing in the morning, yet I also wrote this poem just now.

It is early in the morning,
No one to greet except Jesus
And the sun, prayers rising,
And pen bringing more words,
Companions into my world.

It is getting late at night,
With the moon out to play
And many people sleeping, less light,
With pen vivifying more verses
To get through this darker time.

Décima: Hope

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This is written in response to Ronovan’s challenge and is partially inspired by FOWC: Express. This is for NaPoWriMo day 24.

Strong as the grave are love and hope:
May hope carry all to the end,
Holding weak hands as a God-send,
Saving maybe more lives than soap.

Beyond four walls widens the scope
With hope as faithful companion;
We see more loving expressions
Reaching out in ways we’re able,
Hope and friendship keeping stable.
At the end, let’s begin again.

 

Pilgrimage

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A second poem for today: a response to paint-chip poetry #16.

No wishing well will make the future less foggy —
Harbor no fear, however, for power and mercy
Fall like Niagara, into the Grand-Canyon-esque
Depths of sin and pain and misery.

This moment is a dew-drop on the flower
Of your parched, yet living, new beginning.
This moment has the aura of a sacred journey:
An antique rose becomes fragrant with divine charity.