Category: Poetry

No, Lamb of God

O God, deliver us from the Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world, because the sin of the world is our heart’s desire, our uniform, our derby hat. O Lamb of God, have mercy upon us. Christ have mercy upon us.
Frederick Buechner, Secrets in the Dark: A Life in Sermons, “Air for Two Voices”

Unpopular, this.
Too often too true.

After we do our God thing
(or not)
And get down to the business
Of doing Our thing

God doesn’t have a ticket,
The bouncer at the door explaining
It’s sold out.

Grace and peace to us all…

Photo by dw

Tags bouncer, entertainment, Frederick Buechner, Lent, night club, politics, religion, Secrets in the Dark

freedom Poetry the real self

The Soul of Freedom

If I did not believe in God I think I would be bound in conscience to become an anarchist. Yet, if I did not believe in God, I wonder if I could have the consolation of being bound in conscience to do anything.

Conscience is the soul of freedom, it eyes, its energy, its life. Without conscience, freedom never knows what to do with itself. And a rational being who does not know what to do with [their self] finds the tedium of life unbearable. [They are] literally bored to death.
Thomas Merton, No Man is an Island, “Conscience, Freedom, and Prayer”

I’ve been stuck
Trying to find my voice
To hear it in the clamor of the others
Droning on about scandalous politics
Whining about the downfall of society
What people stoop to to pick up a buck
A pile of which will make them free
Free from something
I don’t know what
Not free from puzzling out
How to spend the next minute

I’ve been stuck
not wanting to say all that
Or just that
Because there is more to say
I know there is
If I can just listen for that voice
Still and small
Telling me to speak and act
Freely and truly

There it is

Could that be Conscience?

Grace and peace to you…
dw

Photo by dw

Tags conscience, freedom, happiness, interior self, No Man is an Island, Poetry, Thomas Merton

Poetry

The Plain Truth

If you, like me, were taught
-maybe not in words-
your worth depends on what you do

And if your gut, like mine, tells you
-not in words-
you believe this to be true

Then, in spite of what we tell ourselves in words
we, both you and I, have a situation:

Our worth, yours and mine, is a doctrine
we try to prove with our words and our deeds

Instead of the plain truth we live out each day
in the safety of each other’s arms.
dw

Grace and peace to you this day…

Tags doubt, safety, self worth, truth

Current Events Poetry

Evil for evil’s sake

Inciting evil
To stop another evil:
Is this doing good?
dw, 3 Sep 2021

Tags good and evil, haiku, pro choice, pro life, SCOTUS, Texas

hope Poetry

Song of Hope – Finale

I believe in God the Father
maker of heaven and earth
And in Jesus Christ, his only
his only son, our Lord;
Conceived by the awesome power
of the Holy Spirit
And born in a lowly stable
of the virgin Mary;
Suffered under Pontius Pilate
was crucified, dead, and buried;
He descended to the dead,
on the third day rose again.
He ascended into heaven
and sits at God’s right hand.
He will come to judge all nations,
his kingdom will have no end.