Going up A poem Going up! We saw him go, obscured by clouds, Back home to sit on heaven's throne Before he went he told us, "Wait, "I will not leave you here alone." Going up! So sit we here, with upward gaze and contemplating Heaven's glory. Ans what he did in three short years …
Tag: Poetry
Is this supposed to be the good stuff?
40 blogs of Lent - Day 31 Is this supposed to be the good stuff? Messages to the churches - Day 24 Philadelphia - Day 3 A poem The one who conquers, I will make him a pillar in the temple of my God. Never shall he go out of it, and I will write on …
Only come
40 blogs of Lent – Day 27 Only come Messages to the churches – Day 22 Laodicea – Day 3 A poem about Jesus - and a mash up of '60s and '70s pop lyrics The one who conquers, I will grant him to sit with me on my throne, as I 'also conquered and sat down …
White clothes
40 blogs of Lent - Day 24 White clothes Messages to the churches - Day 19 Sardis - Day 3 A poem. (Or you can sing it to the tune of "Once in Royal David's City.) The one who conquers will be clothed thus in white garments, and I will never blot his name out of the …
New stone – New start
40 blogs of Lent - Day 15 New stone — New start Messages to the churches - Day 12 Pergamum - Day 4 A thought experiment in free verse. He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches. To the one who conquers I will give some of the hidden manna, …
The tree of life
40 blogs of Lent - Day 7 The tree of life A train of thought experiment in free verse Messages to the churches - Day 5 Ephesus - Day 4 To the one who conquers I will grant to eat of the tree of life, which is in the paradise of God.’ The tree of life God …
For Everyone
The church is for everyone. I'll start this blog with the Anglicised form of Haiku. Who is the church for? The church is for everyone: Even those you hate. Who is the church for? Orphans, widows, foreigners the poor and the destitute. What should the church do? Become good news to the poor. Become the …
Full English
FULL ENGLISH Full English Breakfast. 'My body is a temple' We pray over plates Of bacon, sausage and fat. A heart attack on a plate. I am using the Japanese form of Tanka, However I am using the English definition of syllable, counting a diphthong as one syllable rather than two in Japanese and nor …
You mess, you confess
A Haiku* based on my previous blog: You mess, you confess, And God will forgive your sin 'Cause God is like that. *Haiku, a poem of seventeen syllables, in three lines of five, seven, and five with no rhyming plan, originating in Japan.
Revenge again (Haiku)
Revenge tastes so sweet, But that's not God' way. He said "Love your enemies."
Making an ass of myself 