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Current Events Poetry

Navalny

(In memory of Alexei Navalny)

A light too bright
for a land living in darkness
for the heavy-lidded eyes holding power

A brilliance beyond the imagination
of dull minds and threatened souls
incapable of anything
beyond deception and violence
to hold their place in the world

A beacon of hope
healing the sick at heart
raising the dead-spirited
proclaiming freedom to the captives

Look! Look at the crowds!

Grace and peace to you…

dw

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Current Events love Poetry

Love and Justice

When Love leads, Justice follows.

Judgement without compassion is the Devil's work.

Grace and peace to you…

dw

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hope light and darkness Poetry truth

Profession of Faith

If Jesus is not the Light
all paths are dark.

If he is not the Way
they lead only to darkness.

If he is not the Truth
the signposts are lies.

If he is not the Life
we will not find it.

— — —

My faith has been here.

It’s very simple:
My last dollar
I bet on Him.

dw

Grace and peace to you…

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Current Events freedom Poetry the real self truth

Nothing New

There is nothing new under the sun.

What we bemoan now we bemoaned seventy years ago
Seven hundred years ago

What we give away now, we gave away then

The freedom Jesus promised
To burn at the stake
To defy a tank
To hang on the cross

For the truth

dw


p.s.

I posted this earlier in response to a quote from Thomas Merton about how we are so inclined to go along with whatever group(s) we want to belong to.

Nothing New (2022)

This time, I’ll add another quote:

“You are a king then? ” Pilate asked.

“You say that I’m a king,” Jesus replied. “I was born for this, and I have come into the world for this: to testify to the truth. Everyone who is of the truth listens to my voice.”

“What is truth? ” said Pilate.

Gospel of John, chapter 18. Christian Standard Bible. CSB Reader’s Bible (p. 1603). B&H Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.

Grace and peace to you…
dw

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hope Poetry the real self

Inflammable

There are things
that do not burn,
Are seemingly impervious
to the Refiner’s fire.

Though we beg
they remain, asbestos-like;
Remain to remind us,
in our shame:

“My grace is sufficient for you.”

dw