I dare not trust the sweetest thing

Faith, Poetry

I dare not trust the sweetest thing

What force could shake; could break

this mighty faith of ours?

None dare I say.

The princely powers of this earthly kingdom

fire blunt arrows at us

Life’s snares and sinkholes have no depth that can’t

be climbed unscathed from

For we march in victory, protected by a holy

shield of love and truth —

If only we thought that way —

Still, our religious duty is strong, yet our belief is weak,

deceived that success comes only from human deeds and

‘‘In Him All things…’’ won’t save us completely.

Within the crisis blaze that smites all hope around us, we must be

as the summer soil — burned to ashes yet sprouting again from a savior’s

seed.

 

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What life these eyes have felt

Faith, Poetry

What light these eyes have felt

Until my soul received the King

I was blind of spirit; blind of sight.

I walked like a shadow in sinful shroud,

awaiting Death to meet me.

Hope and I, like bitter rivals,

never saw fit to reconcile.

Peace and love,as estranged spouses,

 kept their distance.

For I was lost.

Trapped in ever rising waters

on a raft

about to sink.

That is… till

the King’s touch of mercy brought

sight to my lids and light to my heart,

taking me back to shore.

Then what form the

blindness hid revealed its awful beauty

and grace and I retook our vows.

For a touch from the King is a touch of life, a light that never fades

Nulla in mundo pax sincera

Faith, Poetry, Uncategorized

Nulla in mundo pax sincera loosely translated in Latin means: No genuine peace in the world. For any classical music enthusiasts reading this post, The title of this poem comes from a motet by Vivaldi bearing the same name. The first aria of which can be found in the 1996 film, Shine.

Nulla in mundo pax sincera

There is no honest peace in all the world

Part from thee my Lord and King

From which all love and peace doth spring.

Your hand of mercy cools the fires

that we your children bane-fully burn

roasting our hate like kiln and urn.

I could look for peace in all the Earth.

But none ‘cept yours O God and King

Could worldly love ever bring,

Solace to my soul, assurance to my mind,

that in some other place I’ll find

an honest peace in all the world.

All to: My Lord and Savior Jesu Christi

Urban Portraits 4: The city that never sleeps

Life, Poetry

 

Today I conclude my ”Urban Portraits” poetry series with a poem from a previous post which I think captures that whole idea of city life and ties this whole series together. My decision to copy a poem from a previous post, partly influenced by watching the film, ”The Great Gatsby” the other day.

Enjoy and thanks for liking all the previous posts thus far!

 

Images of an Emperial City

Morning.

New York.

See the behemoth structures lining up in rows; steel and concrete giants reaching up to the heavens.

Hear the thudding of feet across the busy streets, taxis screaming, the roar of trains in the sultry subway, the newsboys cry, ” Get ya Times ‘ere!” filling the air.

Smell the assemblage of sweat, animal and human excretion, hot underground air, coffee shops and expensive leather Armani’s.

Behold.

An American Rome with its navy blue-suited centurions and plain-clothed citizens; its temples to profit and material deities on every corner.

Behold.

An Emperial city, never slumbering, dressed in a coat of a million neon lamps.