I was grafted-in,
foreign, wild, outside the pact,
in hopeless tangles.
Mercy without end
said the Son, who died for sin,
for gentiles sojourned.
For a kin God fought,
folded out his hand of grace,
scooped up the fragile.
Abraham's God mine,
it means more to count the stars,
sands make wider shores.
King Ahasuerus (Xerxes I)
When blessing us, some sovereigns
would yield up to half of their reign.*
Yet, we have the right of an Esther beloved
to ask for the fullness of the Kingdom of God.**
King Herod Antipas
When cursing us, some enthroned
would give half of what they own.***
Yet, we have the right of a fervent John
to immerse our hopes beyond martyrdom.****
The Prince of this World (Satan)
When tempting Christ, the Deceiver
would offer up the kingdoms
(Pondering Hebrews 9:11 and 9:14)*
This year, the browning
of falling leaves brightens more,
the lawn, pumpkin-spiced.
This year, dependence
feels more freeing in this trust.
Regrets dry, grace drops.
This year, shedding limbs
are more harbingers of good
than of avalanche.
This year, Advent shines,
dispensing hope around sin,
dancing through shadows.
If this year's foliage
reminds of the good things
(look closely at the tree trunk. Do you see it? There is a hole with a leaf in it)
A thousand leaves near, beyond, ten thousand more,
yet fallenness cannot dismiss the leaf in the tree hole.
It is intact, stemmed, with color ordained,
free from the vanishing, till time makes it fade.
It witnesses to me, this leaf in the hole,
esconsed outside the kitchen, by the bay window.
Leaf in the tree and I grafted-in,
both it and I as if cleft of roc
(after reading Proverbs 10:16-17)
The just leans to life
in ev’ry work, word and wish.
Follow in his wake!
The careless crumbles,
yet repentance makes new bricks.
Pavement shows his heart.
“Obey” is mouthing
the Lord’s Word within the walk.
Works pause, rest echoes.
When Jesus came into the world,
the Spirit still abode
within the Virgin to be lamp
and light for ten new toes.
What traits could Mary claim to have
helped form the One who wrought
with His own hands the universe?
Without word, submission.
How humbling, then, that hearers
and doers of the word
are deemed greater for their affection
for the Living Lord.*
* Luke 11:27-28
(Gleanings from reading 1 CHRONICLES 17:25-27, PSALMS 27:13, and JOHN 14:1-4)
Lord, I have courage,
for You say You will house me
within your Heaven.
I am bold to pray,
for this blessed, eternal good
You will oversee.
I would have crumbled
unless living in your land
then and now had stirred up hope.
What You bless remains,
what You see, is, and is true,
what You bless stays so.
After reading Hebrews 2:9-10:
9 But we do see Jesus, who was made lower than the angels for a little while, now crowned with glory and honor because he suffered death, so that by the grace of God he might taste death for everyone.
10 In bringing many sons and daughters to glory, it was fitting that God, for whom and through whom everything exists, should make the pioneer of their salvation perfect through what he suffered. 11 Both the one who makes people holy and those who are made holy ar
When brooks are so clear,
one sees the stones and surface,
we touch, all, at once.
Likewise your grace, Lord,
frees, end to end, the conscience,*
awe gasps at fullness.
Brooks are far away
yet echo “This is the day!”
Our hearts and minds rest.
Hebrews 9:10; Hebrews 9:14
The poem below, after musing about these
passages from the Scriptures:
Psalms 11:1, 7
1 In the Lord I take refuge. How then can
you say to me: "Flee like a bird to your
7 For the Lord is righteous, he loves
justice; upright men will see his face.
but those who hope in the Lord will
renew their strength. They will soar on
wings like eagles; they will run and not
grow weary, they will walk and not be
Owe no man any thing, but to love one another:
for he that loveth another hath fulfilled the law
~ Romans 13:8 (KJV)
Owe no one nothing save for to love,
by showing mercy, by being just.
The curse of fathers fall not on us,
under the government of God's own Son.
Our validation, secured by Blood
shed at Calvary on the Lamb's Cross.
While violent men clamored for more,
Heaven fought valiantly with spiritual swords.
Brace, my soul, for landing
this is not dream nor lore,
for you shall awake on grace fields
if not gone to our Lord,
where yet there is a harvest,
there’s work for your blessed sleep.
In trust we repose for sound rest,
in confidence we reap.
Believe, with each step passing
amongst the wheat and tare,
for mercy calls for waiting
for God to choose and share.
Thus marvel that His coming
awaits changing hearts to care,
Isaiah 51:3 (NIV)
“The Lord will surely comfort Zion
and will look with compassion on all her ruins;
he will make her deserts like Eden,
her wastelands like the garden of the Lord.
Joy and gladness will be found in her,
thanksgiving and the sound of singing.”
God's healing for His children is as all-encompassing as salvation itself. This healing is for the whole remnant of believing Israel, the Church, the believer. This can have a life-
We are confident, I say, and willing rather to be absent from the body, and to be present with the Lord (KJV – 2 Corinthians 5:8).
And now? A Better Resurrection is pending.
snowflaking the woods,
done defying decay,
stems’ only hooves,
allude to a judgement
before we all bow.
The green if remembered
shall later regrow.
Absent of color,
once possessed good,
now without preservation,
unjarred in the woods