Category: poetry
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Apostasy and Grace
Some give up: lava on the street, no walking from now on. If grace is true, where is the power? Why still a slave to sin? But grace flickers amidst the ocean of corruption, like a magic candle. Soon it will burn everything up!
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Divided – again!
I haven’t smiled the whole day, not when uncertainty looms large again about what I’m called to do. I’ll always be divided. Sad. What a waste of life! It’s wicked to be focused on what is not your birthright. (Photo by Mario Gogh on Unsplash)
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Abridger
My God has gracious plans for me spanning all eternity, without beginning, without end: forever servant, son, and friend, I am in his omniscient sight. Reborn with destiny too bright, I cast my sinful past aside, and in his holy word abide. And at the core of everything is Christ my shepherd, Lord, and King: […]
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Of Future Worlds and Harmless Moths
I’d love to write my future down – a future full of joy; one free at last from tears and fears; one moths cannot destroy. This bloody world will soon explode and fill deep space with red, but I will soar towards the void to where my heart is led. The night will be a […]
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The Dream
The dream made of airy reality will fade away, though faded now, and faded all the more shall be when – I – the dreamer’s gone. Oh say, oh say, what’s in your heart; let not the dream just die unborn. Oh pray, reveal what’s in your heart and let your gift behold the morn. […]
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Life’s Last Pages
I want to read Life’s last pages, the conclusion to all things. Maybe insight into death will save me from the folly of the present. But terrors from afar are unimpressive, thin strips of light too dim to matter in deep darkness. The Present’s too overwhelming. And if Life ends, and if Death comes, and […]
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For a Dear Friend Who Recently Died
His soul has gone to heaven, his body left behind, his friends are all a-weeping, his loved ones all resigned to what they deem unchangeable – the Almighty’s stern decree: The soul, although immortal, must soon the body flee. But still they bravely carry on, their grief can’t overwhelm them. They know the One and […]
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The Vision
It is midnight in the chambers Of my melancholic soul; Witness are the empty hours To my struggle to be whole. Listless faces, unsmiling, Fill my vision of despair While the voices of the dying Sing the burden that I bear. Tears are lost in the uncaring “That-is-not-my-problem” stare Of my icy eyes unfeeling Common […]
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Reflections on My Pen
Here is a pen that needs to be wiped; The ink overflows a bit. I am that pen, am I not? Beautiful and shiny: a Lamy Studio! But it doesn’t write right; The ink is uneven. Tolerable and even better than other pens, But unsatisfactory, Given the price I paid for it. I wonder what […]
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One Sleepless Night
The tick-tock of the electric clock disturbs the late night’s silence. I then discern the crickets’ hum; the gecko also joins in. I see no stars or shining moon outside my library’s window; but the night feels right – the peace and quiet soothes my fractured ego. I thank you, Lord, for simple joys: the […]
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