Not Just Candy on the Top
Shining, glorious
On top
That bright red
Cherry
Gleaming, glistening
On top of whipped crème
A most delicious berry
Just a nice add-on
Makes it more enticing
Milkshake underneath
Solid, frothy
Coming closer to being
Desired
But tis an unnecessary
Thing
Does not decrease
Or increase
The shake beneath
Or detract from its
Power
To make us wish it
To devour
I sometimes think
Of God & Christ
We have made
Like that cherry
That piece on top
of stuff
A small enhancement,
Merely a small piece
Of fluff
In comparison to
That solid milkshake
Rest of our lives
Are we really going to
Wait until our body dies
To see reality,
God’s importance,
Why wait until that time
Of crisis?
Today, make God
The solid majority
Of your life
Desire most
The Lord
Of all the angelic hosts
The center of your being
As ephemeral you become
& more fleeting!
Troubled Soul
Troubled Soul,
Troubled Soul,
Do not sit
In the darkness’s glow
It’s angry face
Leaves only the sting
And disgrace
Of rejection
Sitting in a brackish cell
Formed by cruelty
Coming only from hell
Troubled Soul
Hear these words
For your pain there
Is a certain cure
Above this darkened
Black air
Over your bowed head
And tangled hair
A small light glows
Comes from Heaven
To let you know
There is a someone
Who knows your name
Wishes to discharge your pain
Forever
Christ loves your heart
Which has sat in the dark
For too long
So raise your head
Listen to every word
Being said
Inside your spirit
He will implant His own
There His truest Love
& Graces
Will forever be sown!
In The Beginning
Chronicle III
Eden’s glory on
Full review
In yellows,
Greens &
Brilliant azure blues
Unflawed life
With Perfection’s love
No displeasure felt
About which to sigh
Walking under clearest skies
Nor reason or complaint
Over which to die
Wait, what is that,
To die?
Understood not yet
Or known
No pain or regret
With which to live
Only joy & love
A thing called death
Living only in the shadows
Air is always clean
& fresh
Only peace is
Ever seen
Between earth, sky
& the sea
Man & all animals
Live only & always
In harmony to be
Food abundant
Work is no toil
No displeasure there
To ever despoil
Its sense of purpose
Or the ease
Of life lived under
Gentle trees
Swaying softly overhead
At night only rest
Is found in all their beds
Until one day
With a slight chill
An unknown shadow passes
A rustling in the grasses
Never heard before
The man stopped to sniff
The air
The woman paused
to express only a mild care
But in naivete
On that most unusual day
Neither knew from
Experience they lacked
What formidable evil
Slithered,
Invading their Paradise
Now lurking & looming
Behind their backs
I got the opportunity to do a book review of a new book of poetry. It is the first book for Kathi Burg, and is available on Amazon.
This is a lovely little book containing uplifting messages for anyone struggling through difficult circumstances. With simple yet clear writing, Kathi leaves uplifting words for life’s difficulties and dark struggles. God is in the middle of all our valleys in life and wants to love us through and in the middle of them. You will enjoy the hope that these poems will leave you with. Almost every poem is illustrated with beautiful pictures that colorfully convey the meaning behind the verses.
In the Beginning
Chronicle IIn the beginning there
Was nothing outside of Heaven
So, in the beginning
God decided
To create
For Himself
A World
He hummed, “You know, Son
We have so much to share
Of kindness
Love, joy
Sometimes I feel
Like
I might explode
Or implode
I cannot hold
It all in
any longer.”
So with a whirl
And a twirl
And a small jiggle
Or was it a wiggle
God created
His earth.
Gleaming, shining
With life
It glowed
Just to show
Its Creator’s Glory,
This story of
His Love
Slowly, He stroked
With one gentle hand
The lion’s mane.
“Look, it’s heart beats
I think I just
Might keep
This one.
But you know what
I think I need me
A Man.”
“What is a man, Father?”
“Just watch.”
He blew on the dust
And with one single thrust
Of one finger
He raised him from the ground.
God smiled.
Happy, pleased and joyful,
He turned to his newest son,
“Welcome to life, Adam,
And this,
Your new Paradise!”
Winter Whites
Winter always reminds me of white -- purity. I don’t know, maybe because that’s when it snows the most. Things always seem to slow down.
The frantic growing of spring and summer is absent. The earth seems
to be taking a rest.
Less rushing around
Time to let go
More repose
Be slow
More inner reflection
Look for a higher direction
For my thoughts
Be enveloped by
Peaceful stillness
Make it an endeavor most earnest
Go deeper into myself
That inner me
I usually place upon a shelf
As I rush around
Get to know God’s peace that
Passes understanding.
Come, Lord Jesus, come.
Recreate your world and Leave your peace and repose!
SoulSails 