As the World Turns Part II: A Poem

I have crafted the peom below in light of our topic at hand: the Christian, the Church and the World. There is a methodology and contextuality to it, but I’d like to “hear” your feed back on reading it cold (without my explanation). Thanks.

The Ghostly Lamp of Trust and Risk
Hunted can I be?
Hauntings I shall see.
Stroke of genius at last,
Flames consume fast.

The burning ravages,
What my mind salvages.
Shrieks in the night,
Clamp my heart tight.

Safety an illusion,
Their sorrow an intrusion,
Into my serenity,
A devouring anxiety.

Scorched with nothing left,
Sanity bereft,
The phantoms’ glare reminiscent,
Of secular entrapment.

Camouflaged in futility,
Mere shades became we,
Flitting about weekly mirages,
In the light of nostalgic hodge-podges.

The holy lamp taken,
Group-think mistaken,
On the Spirit grieved,
Not we but the Father bereaved.

Hunters with bows of artistry,
Anointed for orthopraxy,
Orthodoxy training their will,
As the city on a hill.

Illuminating our way,
Repentance for The Way,
Trusting the Spirit’s call,
Searching for children of the Fall.

Power and Intricacy in Sin and Salvation

The following is a poem I’ve been working on since last Christmas. I believe it captures in a unique way the beauty of Salvation in the Wesleyan tradition. While going to heaven is certainly an important part of Salvation, Scripture promises that we can experience the life Jesus offers in the here and now. I hope to help communicate this message of victory over Sin in the here and now and the promise of real experiential relationship with God-Father, Son, & Spirit … as well as real healing in our relationships in the here and now … healing that comes from being remade into the image of God-Father, Son, Spirit and experiencing victory over Sin. My goal is more of these communicating the beauty of Salvation in the Wesleyan tradition with an eye towards seeing them published in one volume. I’d love your feedback.

Power and Intricacy

A single snowflake,
Falling ever so gracefully to its metallic death.
Heat in its warmth’s wake,
Melts the familiar cold in isolation with stealth.

Holy God, eternal Community,
Father, Son, Spirit perfect in love and power.
In his image made humanity,
Sacred Bond, you breathed into fleshy flower.

Exalted flesh grasped for God’s wise glory.
Lowly he became when, greatness, did he find,
In Sin’s expansive power in gory,
Violence birthed from man’s heart, soul, and mind.

Eternal Word of the Father, our Creator,
Birthed from the Woman’s seed,
As grass for God’s own incinerator,
The Father’s glory, his creed.

The Holy became Sin, and from his Father was rent.
Broken Holy Community.
For our redemption, holy, his life was violently spent.
Wholeness wrought in entir’ty.

Warmth deceptive need no longer the snowflake melt,
Alienation no more,
To Sin and his power a violent blow has been dealt.
Love will reign forever more.

There is perhaps some imagery that will be foreign to some of you. If some of the meaning is elusive, please feel free to ask questions. One interpretive key can be found by reading Isaiah 40:6-8; James 1; and I Peter 1. Another interpretive key can be found by reading II Corinthians 5.

I hope to see this and many more published in one volume. What I envision in this volume is a section that contains the poems, themselves, then in another section I’d like to reprint them with commentary. Thank you for your support.