Theosophy
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Labels: Poetry
Labels: Poetry
I just finished a remarkable work on Christian prayer - Letters to Malcom: Chiefly on Prayer, by C.S. Lewis. I have given much thought to the phenomenon of prayer. I am intrigued by the fact that prayer is practiced not just by Christians, but by followers of many different faiths. However, I think prayer remains central to the Christian faith because praying to God quintessentially demonstrates the dual realities of faith on the part of the man (or woman) and his/her dependence on divine grace. I have also been entranced by Psalm 62 and its profound bearing on this particular subject ... the Psalmist appears to assert that the essence of trusting God consists of pouring one's heart out to Him (v.8). If anyone disagrees with this, I would love to hear your thoughts. Anyway, here is my poetic synthesis on prayer.
Incarnate Prayer
In space and time of gracious rhyme
A soulful dance is woven
'Tween God and man on trodden land
The great divide is cloven.
And breaking in to aching din
A broken heart outpoured
A bulwark strong, but pulled along
By stirrings of the Lord.
Ne'er resting still, the besting will
Distracts the mind and heart
But sweet refrains to greet the stains
Resound, yet still apart.
In myst'ry great and desp'rate straits
Divine and human meet
By Jesus Christ, the pleasing price
The fellowship complete.
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The following is actually a song, but the lyrics stand on their own right as poetry. I wrote a previous poem as a synthetic response to a class I took in Trinitarianism; this I wrote as a response to Soteriology (hence the title, of course).
Soteriology
Jesus Christ, the Son of God
Have mercy on my soul
A wretched sinner, this I am
But You have made me whole
And I'm thankful...
Jesus Christ, the Son of God
Now one with God and man
Born to die, that we might live
From before all time began
And I'm thankful...
Jesus Christ, the Son of God
Was dying on the tree
Reconciling us to God
For all eternity
And I'm thankful...
Jesus Christ, the Son of God
Atoning for our sin
In our place, God's judgment paid
Now we have peace with Him
And I'm thankful...
Jesus Christ, the Son of God
Was buried in the tomb
All my sin, my fleshly self
Was buried there with Him
And I'm thankful...
Jesus Christ, the Son of God
Is risen up again
Death defeated, coming soon
In the flesh again
And I'm thankful...
Jesus Christ, the Son of God
Have mercy on my soul
A wretched sinner, this I am
But You have made me whole
And I'm thankful...
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Day is done, gone the sun
Body and soul laid bare
Upon the threads of wist.
Wishes bloom, and dreams assume
Their place among reality
Which shrouds them in morning mist.
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I am a poet.
Probably not a good one, but a poet none-the-less. I love art, and I love words ... so poetry is one of the best things ever for me. I write mostly for self-expression, and every now and then I'll let others in, too. Here is one of my latest (and one I'm proud of, I must say). I think about God a lot; He is one of my favorite subjects to write about.
Trinity
Mountains, steeps, peaks
Majestic, magnificent, strong
Rising, looming, pointing
Above.
Snow, lakes, streams
Pure, clear, refreshing
Falling, flowing, running
Down.
Rocks, trees, glaciers
Massive, stable, secure
Protecting, sheltering, providing
Safety.
Birds, deer, squirrels
Light, graceful, playful
Soaring, inspiring, bringing
Joy.
Flowers, grass, colors
Bright, brilliant, sharp
Sparkling, dazzling, displaying
Beauty.
Wind, breeze, breath
Able, cool, content
Lifting, wafting, whistling
Music.
Silence, stillness, calmness
Peaceful, quiet, serene
Promising, inviting, unleashing
Rest.
Man, creature, creation
Small, complex, vast
Reaching, praising, reflecting
Glory.
Labels: Poetry