A path goes by
Along a gas line bare.
Short grass grows or dies.
Garbage gathers.
The pole stands alone.
Does the pole dream
of rows of poles
carrying telegrams
then phone calls
or perhaps electricity?
Does the pole wonder
why gas flows below
why a person walks by
why a truck dumps trash
why trees grow and die?
It’s just a pole.
It doesn’t care.
I walk on by
and wonder.
And probably forget.
Luscious vines spread wide Branches trimmed fall far apart Leaves withered, fire burns. (John 15:1-8. Picture credit: Openclipart.org.)
April Lorier provides a poetic adaptation of Psalm 91 that I really appreciate. It is not a matter of theology, translation, or Biblical exegesis, but rather the fact that the message of the Psalm is expressed personally in a way that touched her heart, and in turn touches mine. This is one element of Bible…
Like David, I can Approach God Because God is Giving Loving Forgiving Fully cleansing. Confess Because I am a Sinner Displeaser Prisoner Veteran wrongdoer. Rejoice Because God Teaches Enlightens Washes Songs restores. Be restored Because God is Creator Restorer Granter Willing deliverer. Proclaim Because I’m Singing Praising Sacrificing Witness giving….
One of the features of my Sunday School class is that we try to respond to the lesson of the day in the form of art, poetry, and stories. So what does one do with Ephesians 2 in terms of art? I like to experiment, so I read up on Haiku (English forms) and decided…
Everything has its season. Each purpose has its time. A time for birth, a time for death. A time to put in, a time to pull out. A time to kill, a time to heal. A time to demolish, a time to construct. A time to cry, a time to laugh. A time to lament,…
