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For God So Loved

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Whosoever
…..anybody everybody me

believeth
…..raise that hand, child!

in him
…..seeing not is believing not

should not perish,
…..i don’t wanna die

but have eternal life.
…..gimme that silver-lined cloud
…..and harp of gold.

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For the Light

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For the light,
for the light of this new day,
……………………we give thanks.

For the yellowy head of dandelion,
for the green teeth of grass,
for the tumble blue of sky,
for the crimson beans of luck,
for the pumpkin orange of clivia,
for fragrant fields of lavender amethyst.

For the light which reveals the colours —
…..boomeranged light,
…..inebriated light,
…..light ubiquitous.

For the light,
indeed!
For the wonderful light,
……………………we give thanks.

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It’s Open Link at dVerse and this is my last offering for the year (as well as my first shared poem in MONTHS!).
I am humbled and honoured to have two poems included in the newly published
Chiaroscuro – Darkness and Light: Voices from poets – dVerse Anthology (available on Amazon). In celebration of this launch, and of the season in which we celebrate the Light, I wrote this poem of praise to light.
May you all have a blessed and peaceful holiday.

Heart in the Right Place

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No heart on this sleeve,
let me tell you!

First time it was stolen.
Took over a year to get it replaced.
Next time it was broken.
Another twelve months to repair.

No siree, Bob,
that baby is properly hidden now,
dolled up beyond recognition.

Yup,
my heart is in the right place.

Morning Mimicry

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The chat is up
before the sun
singing for love
of his own voice,
running through his impressive repertoire:

kingfisher, kingfisher

starling, starling,

red-chested cuckoo,   cuckoo.

 

barbet, barbet,

prinnnn — eeee — ah.

(a pause)

 

FISH EAGLE.

(do you hear me?)
FISH EAGLE!

 

and then
as the sun slowly stretches his arms up over the horizon,
chat delivers his finale:

HUMAN! HUMAN!!

and off he goes
whistling down the wind.

waiting

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For a season have I been quieted.
Mutely I meandered through time
observing its relative passage.
Many the day I sat
empty
before the blank canvas
willing words.
Waiting.
Hoping.
Trusting.

Before dawn the robin begins his song.

And I wait.

Cost of Discipleship

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Bonhoeffer, foremost a pastor,
Pledged allegiance to only one Master.
His actions proved every abstract word
and his sacrificed life insured they were heard.

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Day Fourteen:  Write a clerihew. This is a four line poem biographical poem that satirizes a famous person.

I am currently reading  Bonhoeffer   Pastor, Martyr, Prophet, Spy  and so have been thinking about Diedrich Bonhoeffer quite a bit of late.
While this poem is in technical sense a clerihew, it does not satirise the man, and therefore falls short of the “assignment.”

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word on a tree

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words words words words words
repeated
again
and
again
and again,
till they have no meaning.
empty, empty words.

yet people spit them,
hurl them,
raise them up
and exalt them,
nail them to a tree
and parade them around.

shouting shouting shouting
words.
hollowed out,
infused with dung
and flung
at the opponent,
who was a sister yesterday,
a brother last week.

and now
we all have
mud on our faces
and numb,
angry,
confused hearts
which have forgotten
how to love each other.

lost souls
are we,
all searching
for
that one
unrivalled
word
come down
from the tree.

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