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Desert Pondering - 8/4/2008 9:49:33 PM
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wilsonbob
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I Wait
If I write in chalk,
It can be erased.
If I write in ink,
It can be shredded.
When I look for permanence,
I find transience.
I bow before the changeless
In my constantly changing body,
With my constantly changing mind.
I read that I was created "a little lower than the angels"
Should "little lower" really read "death and decay?"
I do not reach to the heavens to find You.
I sink into myself
I release all
This brief interlude between two dusty fields
And here, in my most hopeless, helpless, hapless estate
I wait
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God? - 8/7/2008 9:46:17 AM
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wilsonbob
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God
Am I using the wrong language?
Am I sitting in the wrong position?
Do you really prefer the King James translation?
Did I accidentally breathe in through my mouth
when I should have used my nose?
Do I need a better devotional?
Are you mad because I'm behind on my tithe?
Have you left our church for the Presbyterian Church
down the road?
Did I hit a couple of sour notes in the last hymn we sang?
Do you really know everything?
If I let go, will you catch me?
Are these all the wrong questions?
Can a void hold all the answers?
God?
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Is the Still Water Still Still? - 8/8/2008 6:55:03 AM
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wilsonbob
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Is the still water still still
Where the tanager and the whippoorwill
Serenade from willowy tendrils?
Does that numinous fountain still flow
Watering all the valleys below
Becoming, in Your love, a lovely Bordeaux?
Are Sacred songs still sung
Are there praises from every tongue
Is there a reachable final rung?
In the dryness allowed by Your Will
In the silence coming over the hills
My soul sickly shrills
"Is the still water still still?"
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RE: Is the Still Water Still Still? - 8/8/2008 8:25:24 AM
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Still water runs deep.
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For thus saith the Lord that created the heavens; God himself that formed the earth and made it; he hath established it, he created it not in vain, he formed it to be inhabited: I the Lord; and none else.
Isaiah 45:18
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RE: Is the Still Water Still Still? - 8/13/2008 7:58:47 PM
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CherishedbyGod
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wilsonbob,
Are you alright? These are very deep and sorrowful meditations....
They are wonderful, btw....
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RE: Is the Still Water Still Still? - 8/15/2008 4:15:06 PM
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wilsonbob
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Thanks to all for your responses. I would say that I am on a fairly even
keel now. These poems were written during a very dark period in my life coinciding with the death of my father in late 2006. The poems get more hopeful as you go along!
wb
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Desert Thought - 8/15/2008 4:31:02 PM
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Desert Thought
If I stand in the middle of a desert
And look up
Am I alone?
Are there not cataracts of Living Water
Forever reviving
My soul?
Is not the Bread of Heaven
Manna-like
Bestowed?
Angelic voices
Choir-like
Intoned?
A Cloud of Witnesses
Fire-bright
Shown?
The desert does not divide God's own.
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RE: Desert Thought - 8/15/2008 5:04:23 PM
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quote:
ORIGINAL: wilsonbob
Desert Thought
If I stand in the middle of a desert
And look up
Am I alone?
Are there not cataracts of Living Water
Forever reviving
My soul?
Is not the Bread of Heaven
Manna-like
Bestowed?
Angelic voices
Choir-like
Intoned?
A Cloud of Witnesses
Fire-bright
Shown?
The desert does not divide God's own.
Lovely!
And I am so grateful you are doing better....
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God is Real - 8/18/2008 4:44:05 AM
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I craved the raw
I craved the real
And in my zeal...
I fell.
Awaking to a pallored state
Where shades of tempting tawdry tastes
Contend as apples to my eye
Portending shackles by-and-by.
I choose the ruse and thus ensues
The years of apple cores accrued
But, hungry still, it's not the thrills
For which my soul with longing trills.
From somewhere deep within my shame
I battle ghosts that stole the flame
My Self is dealt a mortal blow
I bleed, but freed, am free to know
That God is raw
And God is real
And in my zeal...
I kneel.
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The Crux - 8/24/2008 9:44:11 PM
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wilsonbob
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I, born into time,
Seeking the timeless.
God, timeless,
Seeking to be born into time?
I guess the crux of the matter
Is the point where the paths cross.
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Simpler Things - 8/24/2008 9:46:06 PM
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Ontogeny recapitulates phylogeny
I learned
Years ago
And so
Embryology ate my theology
Severed my cosmology and threw
Me back to primordial stew
Phew!!
Over the years
Well simmered
But with vision dimmer
Now catching a glimmer
A hint
An evanescent shimmer
Of a moment sublime,
A dimple in time,
When God crossed the line
And dined.
I love the simpler things now
A cat in the lap
Opie and Aunt Bee
A hymn sing.
And those arguments so fine
Just seem to resign
'Neath the bread and the wine.
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Gentle Breeze - 8/24/2008 9:49:28 PM
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On quiet, gentle breeze
On quiet, mental seas
His presence can be sensed
As world from mind is rinsed.
The present seems transcended
His Presence now is blended
With all within, without,
Evicting every doubt.
In vigilance I'm still,
The vision sent fulfills
A living lifelong quest,
"Verbum caro factum est." ("The Word is made flesh.")
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Hiccups and Hammertoes - 8/26/2008 6:30:46 AM
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hiccups and hammertoes
pieces of woe
allowed by His will
mishaps and mayhem
produce consternation
the throne is His still
lewdness and lying
the hungry are crying
the guiltless are sighing
there is no denying
dying
surrounded by pain
immersed in despond
hope drains
faith wanes
"saved by grace"
hints of a place
bespeaks a space
untouched
untorn
where those who are crushed
whose hopes have been hushed
are sought, caught, bought...
and born.
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Cornucopia - 8/27/2008 7:44:15 AM
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The Horn of Plenty, sounding out my name,
A cornucopia of enticements
Lady Fortune invites me to her game
Promising the sought for enlightenment.
"Come unto me," she calls in my distress
"And you will find the comfort for your soul,"
But frosty fear pours forth from her caress
So soft at first, but then like hangman's hold.
Temptations oft come knocking at my door
Some in disguise, and some with Fenris feet,
They beckon and promise shimmering shores
And Eden-like adventures oh so sweet.
I hesitate, before I let them in,
And in that space a cosmic war begins.
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Trials - 8/29/2008 6:56:16 AM
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The undertaking of tribulant trials
Offered unto us in midst of our feast
Aborting the comfort of circling smiles
Catching our fancy when we hunger least.
Clarion call from indigo forest
Darkly inviting insistent mystique
Bid of a hidden power, enormous,
Invisibly pulled, now senses are piqued.
Thus the journey of spirit is started
Compass surrendered, defenses stripped bare,
Sunk deep in streams with courage departed
The veil of fantasy no longer there.
On journey's ending we make our return
But sunk deep inside us the Spirit burns.
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Deep Calls to Deep - 8/29/2008 11:05:31 PM
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wilsonbob
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Deep calls to deep
The deep truth of the universe
Calls to the deep thirst of my soul
And, once awakened,
There is no returning to the former
Safe, predictable, well manicured life.
The pull
Of the Peace that passes understanding
Is not pacified by peripheral pretenses
Of devotion
Commotion reigns and bearings lost
Until the tossed
Are delivered onto a shore
Where, indeed, "All things are new."
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God's Rainbow - 9/13/2008 8:16:05 AM
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wilsonbob
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arcing across the millennia
a beautiful rainbow of colors
all of the Adams
all of the Eves
streams of humanity
streaming from that first moment of Eden consciousness
taken out of a corrupted world
rendered incorruptible
delivered into the City of Gold
now locked together in endless Life celebration
before the Throne
awash in Blood
fanned by Flames
completion of the Trinity vision
in fullness of time
sublime
I believe in an omnipotent, everlasting Heavenly Father who is ready and willing to distil and transform a corrupted world to an incorruptible spiritual adventure where there is no remembrance of sin and no reason for shame. Where all of the Adams and all of the Eves streaming over the millennia from that first moment of Eden consciousness are locked in a joyful act of Life celebration before the throne of the Heavenly Father, awash in the blood of the Risen Lamb, fanned by the flames of the Holy Spirit, thereby bringing to completion the vision of the Holy Trinity that was present at the dawn of time.
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"Thy Will Be Done" - 9/17/2008 4:50:22 PM
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"Thy will be done,"
The words hung
Heavy in air...
Despair.
Resignation
Designation
The ONE to bear the sin...
Chagrin.
Head is bowed
Followers cowed
Course is set...
Bereft.
Cross is borne
Flesh is torn
Side is rent
Life is spent...
Lament.
Within the womb
Of earthly tomb
Death is reversed
Dissolved, the curse,
New Life walks out
People shout
And praise the Lord...
Accord.
Celebration
Of all creation
Of what had seemed
A broken dream
With darkened themes...
Redeemed.
Sustaining joy
Now employed
Ages pass
And times amass
The body of Christ
Below and above
Immersed in Love
And like a dove
The Word is spread
'til like He said...
"It is finished."
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Ressurrection Intersection - 9/17/2008 5:15:35 PM
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Where dry, parched ground meets gentle rain
That softly falls and thus sustains
Potential life awaiting there
Silent seeds whose souls are bare.
Where aching heart meets gentle hand
That dries the tears and understands
The dark side of our journey here
A world that's rife with doubt and fear.
Where searching mind meets gentle clues
That light the path beyond the ruse
That tries to hold our vision here
While all around the skies are clear.
Where crossbar meets supporting post
Whereupon the Lord of Hosts
Delivered up His Holy Ghost
For what He truly treasured most.
This intersection lives inside
A peaceful place where love abides
And powers up and jolts awake
Our souls to never ending grace.
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RE: Simpler Things - 9/18/2008 4:00:58 PM
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Hi Susan,
Thanks for your comments. So glad that you discovered the Love of God in your despair as well. I think that is a fairly common experience among Christians. I recall a quote (I'm sorry that I can't recall the author's name) regarding this: "In the midst of winter I found an endless summer."
Take care,
wb
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The Vine - 9/19/2008 6:49:55 AM
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The stone was rolled away that day
As a spray
A sprig
A little twig
Made its way into the world.
Thus unfurled a plot
A plan
To scan for every fallow, fertile heart
And band them all together
With strands from a single vine.
In time
Well coalesced and blessed
And pressed into every nook and cranny
It seemed uncanny
But true
That the root stretched back to that empty tomb,
From which it grew,
And even further back in time
Into the sublime
Where the heart of the Father
First reached out to yours and mine.
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RE: Ressurrection Intersection - 9/19/2008 1:58:54 PM
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quote:
ORIGINAL: wilsonbob
Where dry, parched ground meets gentle rain
That softly falls and thus sustains
Potential life awaiting there
Silent seeds whose souls are bare.
Where aching heart meets gentle hand
That dries the tears and understands
The dark side of our journey here
A world that's rife with doubt and fear.
Where searching mind meets gentle clues
That light the path beyond the ruse
That tries to hold our vision here
While all around the skies are clear.
Where crossbar meets supporting post
Whereupon the Lord of Hosts
Delivered up His Holy Ghost
For what He truly treasured most.
This intersection lives inside
A peaceful place where love abides
And powers up and jolts awake
Our souls to never ending grace.
This is incredibly beautiful, Bob....Thank you for sharing it with us...
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RE: Ressurrection Intersection - 9/21/2008 12:00:42 AM
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wilsonbob
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Thanks Cherished!
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