Posts Tagged ‘God’s Love’

In Your Darkest Hour Light: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

April 23, 2017

In your darkest hour,/
fall on your knees, bow your head/
and seek His love’s light.

Validation From The One: Revolutionary IMprov Rhyming Haiku

March 11, 2016

It’s sad my daughter’s/
validation must come from/
others, not the One.

In The Deep Winter Quiet: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

December 15, 2015

In the stillness of/
solitude you feel His love/
and Creation’s gifts.

OR
… you feel God’s love/
in Creation’s gifts.
Feeling His love at below Sunset Point, Bryce Canyon National Park after the 1st snowfall, Dec., 2015

Changing Behavior: Revolutionary Email Free Verse Poetry

June 2, 2014

Question: “If you knew I was struggling with behaviors, and you could say something to try to help me pull out of those behaviors, what would you say?”

Answer:
When you think about
what you want to do,
when you go to your core
and think about
who you are
and why you are,
and how you are,
you know
what you supposed to be doing.
You know
what you’re supposed to be
avoiding.

And you know
who was telling you
to do bad things,
and who is encouraging you
to do good things.

And you know
that He who is telling you
to do good things
does it
out of pure love.

So do those good things,
no matter how difficult they may seem,
because He who loves you Perfectly
is never wrong.

Love Versus Hate Tenacity: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

September 25, 2013

Satan wants our souls,/
his tenacity fueled by/
hate. God’s is by love.

I’m Right. Mom’s Wrong: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

January 12, 2013

I know God loves me./
You and your mom don’t. It’s time/
to change your beliefs.
Or

I know God loves me./
You and your mom don’t. Change who/
you are believing.
Or
you believe and trust.

Or
I know God loves me./
You and your mom don’t. This time,/
Mom’s wrong. Dad knows best.

OR
You and your mom don’t. Mom’s wrong,/
‘cuz Father knows best.

What a Touch Means: A Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem

April 7, 2010

U must understand/
that the touch of my hand/
really means nothing./
It’s only a way/
4 the Father 2 say/
U r doing ok!/
He’s got you in His sights/
U r doing alright!

Alternate version
U must understand/
that the touch of my hand/
really means nothing./
It’s only a way/
4 the Mother 2 say/
U r doing ok!/
She’s got U in Her sights/
U r doing alright!

He loves me: A Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem

October 18, 2009

The context is important to this poem. In a Christian church I belong to, all worthy men 12 years old and above can hold the Priesthood. One of their duties is to pass the Sacrament, (similar to Communion) to the congregation.
To “take the Sacrament”, a person has to be worthy, and want to.
I am not in that place yet in my life.
Sometimes I wonder if God remembers me. Although I know in my heart and mind that He and Jesus love me, sometimes … I don’t “feel it”.
One of the young men in the congregation has Downs Syndrome. He has had several brain surgeries and back operations, but has never complained. He always smiles and, as many people with Downs Syndrome do, seems to just radiate love.
On this particular Sunday, this young man passed me the Sacrament tray, which I passed down the row without taking any of the bread or water offered. As the tray was handed back to me, and I gave it to him, I glanced up. This is what happened:


He glances at me/
and smiles,/
a young man-child./
And tho I can’t partake/
what is offered there,/
I c in his face/
HIS care./
And in boyish eyes I c/
God’s love 4 me.