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Sparrows - 9/21/2008 5:25:51 PM
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wilsonbob
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Little friends who visit my window sill
Shivering in the winter
Chirping in the spring
All life before you is set
And implanted within you are all the tools
You will require.
I, on the other hand, must look for meaning
Must look for purpose
Am restless, vigilant
Constantly sifting ideas.
Your quick little movements fascinate me
And give me pause:
We share the same Creator
You, it seems, have learned to completely trust Him.
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Infinitesimal - 9/26/2008 8:22:01 AM
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wilsonbob
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infinitesimal
to the millionth decimal
the incremental sum
of my moments of truth
unexplainable
unattainable
the bulk of my efforts
in searching for You
but that one drop of solace
You tipped from Your chalice
erected a tower of succor and sooth
now safe in its shadow
I find that the hallowed
is also the gallows
for selfish pursuits
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Listen for Thunder - 10/4/2008 11:41:28 PM
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wilsonbob
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on a clear, crystalline starlit night
listen for thunder
for vapid thoughts are vaporized
weakened wills are virilized
voiceless dreams are vocalized
when the Hand of Creation is recognized.
in the quiet of a morning reflection
look for fire
as faceless fears disintegrate
faithless tears evaporate
Refiner's coals sublimate
so He and thee can conjugate.
while peeking in on sleeping child
feel the roar
of the Lion of Zion
who fiercely sticking to His plan
with all earth's children in His hands
on the cross He takes His stand
to give us peace
like a lamb.
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Dynamic or Ceramic - 10/4/2008 11:43:51 PM
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wilsonbob
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My relationship to God
Dynamic
Or ceramic...
A living, breathing, organic ebullience
Or a hard, enameled, impermeable vessel
A whitewashed tomb...
Growing and flowing in knowing
Or rotting, besotting,
Clotting with petty concerns
And conceits...
Simply submitted
Or deceitfully pitted
With all that pride reaps.
Alive...
Or contrived?
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Morning Music - 10/4/2008 11:47:54 PM
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wilsonbob
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You're my music in the morning
You're the joy that brings the dawn
You're the sun that warms our faces
When the winter's bearing on
Warm me 'til my lonely shivering
Heart's inspired to kneel and pray
And I look to joyful dawning
On that final brightest day.
In tumultuous times of trouble
Let us still your songs employ
To dispel the growing darkness
That would all our faith destroy
When we feel our strength receding
May we still then seek your face
In the midst of our heart's bleeding
Send us oceans of your grace.
You pour out your sweet libations
Lord how great Thou truly art
Onto thirsty errant nations
Your sweet fragrance you impart
Lead us to the Living Water
Until all our fears have fled
And bestow your manna presence
Until all our souls are fed.
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On Eve of Man - 10/8/2008 11:43:16 PM
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wilsonbob
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On eve of Man, in garden sweet
The Lord debates His final touch
A vibrant world all mixed and matched
Does it need a human such that
There's a chance all could go wrong
With power of choice and strength of mind
And hearts so prone to wanderlust
The human may incite his kind
To travel down forbidden paths
Unmindful of the dangers there
Against the grain of Master wrath
Where lives are lost and souls are snared.
He deigns to make the man with risks
And wants and needs and fears and strengths
And factors in a back-up plan
To prove how marvelous the lengths
His love is willing to embrace
In order to achieve His end
Of endless joy immersed in grace
With freely choosing mortal kin.
And so Pandora's apple is plucked
Igniting waves of righteous anger
Simultaneous comes the cry
From the baby...in the manger.
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RE: Morning Music - 10/9/2008 10:37:19 AM
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CherishedbyGod
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quote:
ORIGINAL: wilsonbob
You're my music in the morning
You're the joy that brings the dawn
You're the sun that warms our faces
When the winter's bearing on
Warm me 'til my lonely shivering
Heart's inspired to kneel and pray
And I look to joyful dawning
On that final brightest day.
In tumultuous times of trouble
Let us still your songs employ
To dispel the growing darkness
That would all our faith destroy
When we feel our strength receding
May we still then seek your face
In the midst of our heart's bleeding
Send us oceans of your grace.
You pour out your sweet libations
Lord how great Thou truly art
Onto thirsty errant nations
Your sweet fragrance you impart
Lead us to the Living Water
Until all our fears have fled
And bestow your manna presence
Until all our souls are fed.
This is so very precious. To me, yes...but oh, how precious to Him!
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Holy Spirit..... - 10/9/2008 9:20:43 PM
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laditricia
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~Holy Spirit~
Holy Spirit come to me, talk to me, live in me
In thought, word and deed for me i beg You'll be
Afraid each day of what i'll do
Afraid someday of losing you
Lead me down the path that's right
Victorious against the sins i fight
Trudging through battles that rage within
Without Your presence i'd never win
You remind me of the peace and glory
Through the loving journey of Jesus story
my wretched soul now humble
When in prayer don't let me stumble
Let me speak in verses true
All i am exposed through you
Holy Spirit strength be mine
Help my Christian heart to shine...
by tricia©
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tricia
"pour Thine words into this soul,
purify mine humbled heart"
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RE: Holy Spirit..... - 10/14/2008 11:44:30 PM
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wilsonbob
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Thanks, Cherished, for your comment and tricia for adding your poetry to this thread. It is so gratifying to see the number of Christians that are utilizing this web site.
wb
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Floating in the Milky Way - 10/14/2008 11:51:01 PM
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wilsonbob
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Afloat amidst the Milky Way
His Majesty's ship The Stardust Grave
Packed and loaded with utmost care
With everything needed to get us "there"
A ponderous ship, fully orbed
And ready for all the rays to absorb
Fueled by forces that work unseen
Steered by a star whose constant beam
Of attraction detracts from its impulse to fly
Unleashed to unexplored parts of the sky
Where ominous agents do lurk undetected
Attractive black holes with a Siren objective.
Round and round and round this star
Endless encircling with nary a mar
To disturb the distance or indent the cycle
That's worn an invisible rut in the psyche
Of passengers wishing for more than this measured
Revolving involving the death of their treasured
Dreams to escape this rut and attain
A view that's not tied to this orbital plane.
But, Oh!, what a ship we've found ourselves on
With rivers and oceans and singing and songs,
With loving and sighing, and though there is dying
Lying in wait are the young ones supplying
The life and the joy that gives our life meaning
Imbuing the seasons with laughter, redeeming
The heartache we'd felt from being tied down
To the mast of this endless Merry-Go-Round.
So mysteries abound on His Majesty's boat
And though our whole life may encircle a moat
The Word is the center's not really a star
But One who just spoke when Time was ajar
And started it all with cycles and such
Enhancing our ship with His own special touch
So when we feel burdened and vision is dim
Our cycling can cease, centered on Him.
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The World is the Harvest - 10/18/2008 7:16:11 AM
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wilsonbob
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The Lord of the Dance
is dying for help
as oceans of kelp
await harvest hands
fields full of grain
in mirrored refrain
swaying and praying
en masse do attain
the eye of their Maker
whose Calvary heart
is softly beseeching
the workers to start
the World is the Harvest
that ripens e'en now
blessed those who harkest
ahead of the plow.
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The Miracle Is - 10/18/2008 7:19:55 AM
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wilsonbob
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man...
a quasi-cosmic pluripotential
propagated by limitless recombinations of progenitor peptides
fraught with hazards biologic, environmental, political, financial, spiritual
tossed into cycles of growth and decay
molded by millions of minions of current culture
the miracle is
this precious piece of protoplasm seems providentially propelled to:
seek its roots
find the truth
discover a way to slip the noose
of mechanical living
then bask in belief with a pristine beginning
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A Thief Once Stole - 10/20/2008 9:56:31 PM
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wilsonbob
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A thief once stole my childlike view
That used to sit on polished pew
With open, eager, willing eyes
Uncluttered with a world disguise
Unmuttered were the words of hate
That later would around me skate
Inscribing on a frozen pool
The mantra of a tribe of fools
Untattered was the cloak of love
That seamless seemed to darkness shove
Connecting to a force above
Protecting those in shadow of
But all that changed when slippery thief
Broke in my world and stole belief
Left me open to the spears
Of life and doubt and frets and fears
Until sore wounded I would crawl
Across the ice with curses scrawled
With tattered clothes that reeked of sin
And mattered eyes with vision grim
I found the blood-soaked battered feet
That walked the death reversing street
Restoring Life to those who choose
A second time...the childhood pew.
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Incessant the Voice of the World - 10/28/2008 7:55:27 AM
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Incessant the voice of the world
"Do this, do that, come here, go there!"
Allegiances become enswirled
No longer heard a single trumpet blare
In confusion, a patriot roams
Embattled on cacophonous plain
Gleeful the nefarious gnome
Counting all the chaos as gain
Occasionally, stiletto-like
The call comes to heroes battle sore
Freezing the conflict in mid-strike
Now still as statues, silence restored.
An eerily distant sweet trumpet sound
Unopposed finds hero's ear
Spirit quickened, heart unbound
The hero feels the end is near
If he lives, or if he dies
At last he knows full well the quest
For home is over, his native skies
That he never knew are now his crest
When battle resumes, and sword and shield
Once again rule under sweltering sky
The hero carries, as in a cocoon
The hidden hope that one day he'll fly.
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The Radical Fanatical - 10/30/2008 6:39:34 AM
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wilsonbob
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The radical fanatical
The stone from Galilee
The Master like a meteor
Beyond our galaxy
Crashed into Earth and virgin birth
Shook us to the core
Our mantle pierced
Unleashing fierce
And fiery molten roars
That pour a living liquid skin
Encapsulating life
For those who choose a Waterloo
And undergo the knife
Of Spirit's fire so all desires
Can once again align
With source of Holy Meteor
On Whom creation dines.
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The Road of Disarray - 10/31/2008 6:49:10 AM
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wilsonbob
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Sometimes it seems the road of disarray
Trespasses through your lawn to your front door
And though you'd glad dismount from this dismay
There seems no way to get to heretofore.
The road ahead, so gloomy, seems engrossed
Cacophonous in signs and sudden turns
Alongside all the tortured and the tossed
You get a glimpse what each in darkness learns.
Pain can be a portal, those who persist
Perhaps eventually rest assuaged
Though absent are chortles, day may exist
Where love's laughter and singing are the rage.
And perhaps the Road was sent by His Hand
To take you through trials, then into His Land.
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Lingering Words - 11/4/2008 6:51:12 AM
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wilsonbob
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"Come unto Me,"
The words linger
The finger no longer points
But beckons
Offering a manger for those who would feed
On the Goodness of God.
"All you who labor,"
The favor of a loving Lord
Proffered, like a dripping gourd
So all that are thirsty
May drink
In one accord.
"And I will give you rest,"
The Living Water on your lips
As sweet as honey, will eclipse
The hunt for money (the haunt of many)
As Fount of Plenty's
Unparalyzing drenching
Restores to living
The disposed and oppressed.
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The Question Lingers - 11/7/2008 8:07:01 AM
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wilsonbob
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Should I intercede
Attempt to impede
The arrows
Sent to rend a serenity?
I'm safe in my shell
Why should I dwell
On those who are perched
And teetering
Between Heaven and Hell?
I weekly refuel
Admire the jewels
The oratorical tools
From pulpit displayed
If others want fed
They know where there's Bread
I won't bruise my head
On their rained out parade
With this heart of flint
I passed one aged and bent
The burden of time
Evident
I reached out a hand
To steady this willowy strand
My heart wept
At life's cruel demands
Then opening my eyes
My world lost its disguise
Millions of souls
Facing curbs of demise
Will I come to their need
In prayer and in deed
The question lingers
Should I intercede?
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