The Parable of Spring

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Comfort, Coronavirus, COVID-19, Eschatology, Faith, Hope, Joy, Life, Nature, Pandemic, Peace, Poem, Resurrection, Spring

Rain is in the air,

and green upon the grass, upon

the lichened limbs and trunks of trees,

green of impending spring, eager

from the wash of rain; the buds chafe

to blush with lush again

and earth and sky forgets the plague,

forgets the curse, so breathless

to rehearse the yearly pageant of

the fall’s reverse.

Prophesy, you cleansing rains,

you greening fields and prickling buds!

Make of our memento mori

the promise of new life to be.

Divine Trinity

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Christianity, God, Mystery, Poem, Praise, Sanctification, Trinity, Truth

O sacred Mystery,

God wonderful, God thrice-holy,

Unmeasured by infinity,

Enduring eternally,

One God in Persons three,

Distinction in unity,

Divine Trinity.

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Consuming purity,

Come sanctify me,

God most mighty, God most free,

Shape me to your glory,

Divine Trinity

Regenesis

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Christianity, Faith, God, holiness, Holy Spirit, Life, Poem, Salvation, Sanctification

Collect me, Holiness in Heaven,

from my scattered ruminations,

weary wishes and weakly-faced

temptations; gather me up, profoundly

graced with shalom sweet

and strange wholeness of Heaven;

begin anew this broken work,

speak light against the fading day,

and over my misshapen way, Spirit

of holiness, descend, each

shattered piece to mend.

Snow Dancers

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Beauty, Nature, Poem, Snow, Winter

Out on the field of tawny yellow

winter’s drear, and among the bare

skeletal branches of forlorn trees

plays a breeze slyly slight;

the sere sky glows with veiled light,

a beauty strange and unlooked for,

and out on the field of barren blond

snow-flurries dance, they wheel and rush

a strange romance of winter demure, a-blush

with half-concealed glory.

Snow-dancers amid the stark and cold,

you coyly call, softly unfold the mystery

of beauty bursting through the bleak,

of love in clouded seasons,

and glory waiting to be.

The Mystery

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Christmas, God, God the Son, Grace, Incarnation, Jesus Christ, Mercy, Mystery, Nativity, Poem, Salvation

Awake, my heart,
awake, my voice,
arise and sing
the mystery;
recite, rejoice
in this such strange
and wondrous word
which angels uttered
and shepherds heard:
the Christ is come,
bright heaven’s gift,
made one with man
man’s soul to lift
from sin’s grim mire,
death’s grip to break,
and from the ruin
of wretched pride
mankind remake.

Awake, my soul,
on Christmas morn;
the Son of God
for us is born.
The light has come,
the dawn draws near
and every shade
of shame or fear
is vanquished
now and evermore.

Awake, my heart,
rejoice, adore
the mystery:
to us is given
the Light of heaven.
May joy abide
with each and all
this blessed Christmastide.

All That Matters

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Death, God, Grace, Hope, Life, Poem

“It matters not, though death draw nigh

In curtained chamber fair,

Or on the deep, ‘mid wrecking blasts,

If He be with us there:

And may my ransomed soul at last,

Time’s storm-tried voyage o’er,

Sit down, like Mary, at his feet,

And listen evermore.”

-Lydia Huntley Sigourney, from “The Third Day at Sea”

The Light on the Frost

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Hope, Poem

Morning light shines into
A world of frost and sorrow
Heaven’s promise, prophecy
Of tomorrow’s life anew;
It is hard some days to believe
This holy and true hope
For healing from life’s griefs.
Some days we mourn and wait,
Incomplete…and yet we see
The light upon the frost,
The bud upon the tree.

Faith’s Question

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Christ, Death, Eternity, God, Hope, Jesus Christ, Life, Poem

“To whom, O Savior, shall we go?

The night of death draws near;

Its shadows must be passed alone,

No friend can with our souls go down

The untried way to cheer.

Thou hast the words of endless life;

Thou givest victory in the strife;

Thou only art the changeless Friend,

On whom for aye we may depend:

In life, in death, alike we flee,

O Savior of the world! to Thee.”

-Frances Ridley Havergal, final paragraph of “Faith’s Question”.

Nature’s Encore

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Autumn, Beauty, Colors, Fall, Poem, Season, Weather, Wonder

Autumn comes

on blustery wings,

in breeze that sings

through thinning boughs

festal bedecked

bright, orange-flecked

plumage waving.

 

Autumn leaps

upon the year

in breezes clear

as trumpet blasts,

triumphant casts

its colored cape;

wond’ring we gape

nature’s encore.

Song for a Dreary Day

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Grace, Hope, Mercy, Poem

Rain fall,

come pattering upon the panes

with your memory of sorrows

–there is ever tomorrow.

O dreary day,

yours is the moment;

paint it gray and grumble

over souls you humble.

Heaven sees,

and God is kind;

clearer come the dawning skies

and mercy with sunrise.