CONVICTION (For Dr. Spangler)
My light will not go out –
My song will not be still –
My soul will not be compromised –
Not mine – be done Thy will.
A poem came in my dream –
A book of luminance –
The title was an epithet –
The author was a Prince.
My weakness is a gift –
My struggle is a veil –
We are protected by our faults
From unforeseen travail.
(18 November 2009, Pleasant Grove, Utah)
Thursday, November 26, 2009
ADVANCED COMPOSITION
ADVANCED COMPOSITION
Writing is a warm-up stretch –
It activates the mind
For any other exercise
To which we are inclined.
Would’st Thou I share these rhymings
Or hide them in a bin?
“Cease to do ill – learn to do well –
To do naught is to sin.”
(22 October 2009, Provo, Utah)
Writing is a warm-up stretch –
It activates the mind
For any other exercise
To which we are inclined.
Would’st Thou I share these rhymings
Or hide them in a bin?
“Cease to do ill – learn to do well –
To do naught is to sin.”
(22 October 2009, Provo, Utah)
LEGEND
LEGEND
Did Jesu really play the harp
With intricate finesse
In strains that had the pow’r to heal –
The gentleness to bless?
Did Jesu really pluck the lyre
With thundering command –
With music as Salvation’s strings –
With lightning in His hand?
Did Jesu really make sweet noise
Upon a psaltery?
With infinitely mellow voice
Did Jesu sing for me?
(31 October 2009, Provo, Utah)
Did Jesu really play the harp
With intricate finesse
In strains that had the pow’r to heal –
The gentleness to bless?
Did Jesu really pluck the lyre
With thundering command –
With music as Salvation’s strings –
With lightning in His hand?
Did Jesu really make sweet noise
Upon a psaltery?
With infinitely mellow voice
Did Jesu sing for me?
(31 October 2009, Provo, Utah)
FITTEST
FITTEST
If evolution were all true
No child would be aborted –
The next mutation might be best –
Selection would be thwarted!
If global warming came from man
We would not have a planet –
The carbon footprints would ignite –
The Arctic would be granite!
(3 November 2009, Provo, Utah)
If evolution were all true
No child would be aborted –
The next mutation might be best –
Selection would be thwarted!
If global warming came from man
We would not have a planet –
The carbon footprints would ignite –
The Arctic would be granite!
(3 November 2009, Provo, Utah)
MAKING
MAKING (Genesis 2-3; Mosiah 7:27)
He made us in the image of
A Mother-Father pair –
Then condescended to become
Similitude of heir.
Created us to be like Him
And came to be like us –
Thus comprehending all our needs
Is simultaneous.
(7 November 2009, Pleasant Grove, Utah)
He made us in the image of
A Mother-Father pair –
Then condescended to become
Similitude of heir.
Created us to be like Him
And came to be like us –
Thus comprehending all our needs
Is simultaneous.
(7 November 2009, Pleasant Grove, Utah)
ACELDAMA
ACELDAMA
Why he buckled, none can tell.
He loved the Master just as well
As any other financier –
Bestowed a kiss beside His ear.
He held position, kept the purse.
He had the power to disperse.
Why bite the heel of Him who gave?
Why sell one’s soul when He could save?
The tree was waiting for his weight –
The silver scattered at the gate.
What tragedy of impotence
From travesty of Recompense.
(25 November 2009, Pleasant Grove, Utah)
Why he buckled, none can tell.
He loved the Master just as well
As any other financier –
Bestowed a kiss beside His ear.
He held position, kept the purse.
He had the power to disperse.
Why bite the heel of Him who gave?
Why sell one’s soul when He could save?
The tree was waiting for his weight –
The silver scattered at the gate.
What tragedy of impotence
From travesty of Recompense.
(25 November 2009, Pleasant Grove, Utah)
UNDER THE WEATHER
UNDER THE WEATHER
The litany of loveliness
Is chilling in the air –
I like to think that deer and quail
Are teaching me their prayer.
The temperature descending with
A debutanting frost
Is napping on the front yard sod –
Rudbeckia is lost.
The liturgy of loneliness
Will shed its chilly edge –
The birds will congregate as guests –
My balcony as hedge.
The back yard bush is full of birds
Recusing from repast –
But when they sense I’ve disappeared
They dare the meal I cast.
(7 November 2009, Pleasant Grove)
The litany of loveliness
Is chilling in the air –
I like to think that deer and quail
Are teaching me their prayer.
The temperature descending with
A debutanting frost
Is napping on the front yard sod –
Rudbeckia is lost.
The liturgy of loneliness
Will shed its chilly edge –
The birds will congregate as guests –
My balcony as hedge.
The back yard bush is full of birds
Recusing from repast –
But when they sense I’ve disappeared
They dare the meal I cast.
(7 November 2009, Pleasant Grove)
Monday, November 9, 2009
SEVENTH DAY
SEVENTH DAY
Each Sunday is Millennium –
The Holiest of Days –
We wake to meet the risen Son –
We run to sing His praise –
We rest from ordinary toil –
We worship with His saints –
We fill the hours with selfless deeds
That evil never taints –
He binds the Serpent with a word –
We breathe the Garden breeze –
We walk with Him until the dusk
Returns us to our knees.
(8 November 2009, Pleasant Grove, Utah)
Each Sunday is Millennium –
The Holiest of Days –
We wake to meet the risen Son –
We run to sing His praise –
We rest from ordinary toil –
We worship with His saints –
We fill the hours with selfless deeds
That evil never taints –
He binds the Serpent with a word –
We breathe the Garden breeze –
We walk with Him until the dusk
Returns us to our knees.
(8 November 2009, Pleasant Grove, Utah)
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