Gentle Words
Gentle words bring life Perversity comes in Living spirit smashed. (Based on Proverbs 15:4) (Images used: Open Mouth and Warning Sign from Openclipart.org.)
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Bible | Christianity | Poetry
Vines
Luscious vines spread wide Branches trimmed fall far apart Leaves withered, fire burns. (John 15:1-8. Picture credit: Openclipart.org.)
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Bible | Christianity | Poetry
Give the Creator the Credit Due – A Poetic Response to Psalm 148
Give the Creator the credit that’s due. Shine forth Distant galaxies Glowing nebulas Giant stars Blackest holes. Go out Angels bright Seraphim flashing Winds blowing Flames burning. Since God is the maker, the builder, designer, Our lifegiver, ruler, sustainer, refiner. Learn of him Scientist Physicist Astronomer Chemist Tell of him Historian Sociologist Theologian Philosopher Give the creator the…
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Living Faith Haiku
Faith sitting like stone Floats in, energizing love Filling lively rock (Inspired by Galatians 5:6; James 2:17; 1 Peter 2:5.) (Image elements courtesy of OpenClipart.org.)
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Lost and Found, Found and Lost
When he turned 40, Kenneth began to feel that something was missing in his life. Oh, he wasn’t a lost soul. He didn’t feel a need to find himself, whatever that might mean. He just felt that there was some thing, or perhaps some person, which (or who) would make his life more complete. Something…
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Ephesians 2 Haiku
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…
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Time to Shine
“Arise! Shine! Your light has come! [Isaiah 60:1] Bah!” said the man with the white hair and long beard.1 “So you didn’t really like what the prophet said,” answered the other, somewhat younger man. “Oh, the words were pretty. He’s a good talker, no doubt. But what do you think?” He looked down the road….
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The Last Sandwich
“I’d like the sandwich you have in that bag.” It was the odd way he said it and the foreign accent that made her stop and look to her left. He was sitting on the sidewalk with his back to the wall. He looked thin, and his clothes were worn, but generally clean and carefully…
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Comforted
She wasn’t comfortable with this visit, but it was her duty. He had lost his son just three weeks earlier and she had conducted the funeral. The death had been sudden, tragic. The man had lost his wife only three years earlier, and his son was his life. At the funeral he had been devastated….
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Learning from Stories
I’m almost afraid to write about how one can learn and teach from stories, because I think a piece of literature requires only one justification–that somebody wants to read it. Come to think of it, it may need only that someone enjoys writing it. I’m an extreme anti-snob in literature. I enjoy some very light…
