Saturday, August 25, 2012

Unplugged

LORD, lest I be completely
  two-dimensional as a screen,
  present and absent as a missing remote,
  poor as a few cheap laughs,
  useful as a dial-up modem;

Before I completely
  subscribe to the simple over simplicity,
  waste a lifetime on prime time,
  entertain my imagination to death,
  watch everything and do nothing;

Would You unplug my heart?
(Or at least recommend a book?)

Monday, August 20, 2012

Monday Morning (This Too Shall Pass)

It's a dim, sleepy Monday morning
This too shall pass
**
I'm thankful for my job, but I don't love it
This too shall pass
**
It's almost lunch time, and I'm getting hungry
This too shall pass
**
Tonight I'll spend quality time with my son
This too shall pass
**
My daughter will play with her JV volleyball team
This too shall pass
**
Home late from the game, my wife will climb into bed,
and I'll put my arm around her
This too shall pass
**
If we speak of the day, I will highlight my victories
and hide my failures
This too shall pass
**
I may have been bombarded by temptation
any number of times today
This too shall pass
**
On some of these counts, and against my better will,
I most surely will have fallen
This too shall pass
**
From the Fall, I will have walked all day long with a limp
from the nerve damage in my leg
This too shall pass
**
Still, I can walk around just fine by myself
This too shall pass
**
Finally, body laid down to rest, I will drift off
in unconscious expectation of a new day to come
This too shall pass
**
But one night soon, my dimming eyes will shut
for the long, dark sleep of death
Beloved, this too shall pass

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"Heaven and earth will pass away, but My words will never pass away."
- Jesus, Matthew 24:35

Sunday, August 5, 2012

Wanted

I am
a small speck of sand
of Abraham and no one
One among the countless ones
Uncounted, unaccounted

I am
a pin point of light
pricked on accident it seems
in some corner of canvas
of ever-expanding night

I know not how, sojourner,
you saw, nor why, star-gazer,
you cradled me in your hand

Is a granule a great world
with grand canyons and peaks and
vast ocean deeps to explore?

Is a beam of light some bright
burning ball all ferocious
and fair in life-giving blaze?

I am
no world and no sun
Yet you count me your own, and
I am - solid, fertile, bright? -
I know not what, only that

I am
not what I would be
had you not searched sand and sky
and said to one orphan child
of millions, "You are wanted"