joshua 5:13
does
the captain
of the host
of the Lord
still make
housecalls?
when i
in trepidation
sit
contemplating
insurmountable
odds
does
the Angel
of the Lord
still arrive
and break
bread
sharing news
and fellowship
with the saints?
when i laugh
in disbelief
will He
ask me why
i doubt?
does
the righteous
King
still receive
peasants
shabbily clothed
begging bread
with no money
to repay?
untitled
i am sadly
terrestrial
land locked
comfort loving
craving
tangible
securities
i am oddly
otherworldly
heavenly bound
trial enduring
seeking
heavenly
rewards
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Christmas
Was it such an ordinary wind
the night you came
that creaking swung
the frozen inn yard
wooden sign?
So cold the ordinary night
you were born
of promise broken
marriage bed torn
husband carousing on the town
blood dripping
from stolen sword
on church door hung
whose steeple bells
herald bingo done
cold as the drunkard's
welcome home
Was it such an ordinary crowd
the night you came
soldiers with shovels
cleaning up after bombers
swarming body stompers
naked women looking
for lovers
shadows shooting up
in the gutters
vicious media vultures
vying for video leftovers?
Such an ordinary crowd
churches too full to shelter
your homeless mother?
How did you find it
this ordinary stable
beachhead of peace
tabernacle place
God's home invasion
snuggled down in hay of earth
with mother and father
back alley choir
of angels
singing joy at your birth
a moment staked out
in the sweep of time
beneath the radar
of the Black Predator?
How did you find it
this ordinary night?
low class shepherds
vision prod
left all to see
the birth of God
Star led wisemen
slipped street to street
seeking you
grasping an ancient
Sanskrit promise
any sacrifice
was worth the chance
salvation had come
Starmaker long ago
agreed
tonight He sends His Son
tonight all ordinary life is done.
by C. Van Gorkom
hello charles, and welcome! i don't know how you found this blog but i'm glad you did. i loved the Sanskrit promise and beachhead of peace lines best. great work! i'll have to read it again when i'm not hazy from a too phenomenal bible study.
suz
my mom writes me this:
Baby,
Your "untitled" speaks for all of us. I seem to really see my reflection in this poem.
I still love you..........mom
I LOVED this line:
does
the captain
of the host
of the Lord
still make
housecalls?
In a sense, He did make a "house" call. He came from his House in Heaven to our house on earth, the manger signifying the ultimate housecall.
yes, thank you mary. i do believe He is still making housecalls. i hope to have my eyes blinded by the sight of God someday.
i see how many times in the Bible His people wander and are in need of Him. not religion, not some incantion, but Him. only He will do. that is where i am at.
oh wait, there is someone at the door...
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