Monday, 2 April 2007, 10:27 a.m. - Inspiration
I usually date my poems, but this one got by me. I must have written it on my bed before sleep, since (1) I didn't finish it; and (2) I didn't date it. Drowsiness must have overcome me before its end. So a few days ago I finished the last five lines and cleaned it up. By it's place in my notebook, it was probably done in January sometime.
Nothing, or nobody, will ever be like we want. In that disturbing dissatisfaction comes the possibility of contentment with God's friendship.
So I pray for your discontent with the world.
BTW, please share the poem you received in the email, as is. We need to grow, our list has leveled off, and growth is essential.
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( 3 / 4945 )Wednesday, 28 March 2007, 8:31 a.m. - Inspiration
This poem is a hodge-podge of sapiential thought, mostly from the Bible, but also from sleeping-dog popular wisdom. I think it reflected my state of mind last week, when I wrote it, with thoughts dispersed among a myriad of tasks. Just returned from Salvador, and more recently from Recife and Belo Horizonte, I must have been making an effort to return to my regular habits. Or maybe turn aside from my vices.
Again, I trust you'll share the poem in email with your friends. But don't post it anywhere on the web, since this poem is going to be submitted to a poetry mag somewhere. I just have to figure out which one might want it.
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( 3 / 3265 )Thursday, 9 November 2006, 6:28 a.m. - Inspiration
It actually happened! I'm not able to put my hands on it or identify the people, but as I remember it occurred in the 1800s.If anybody has clues to identify further the event, I'd be grateful.
I had posted a link to Cloudburst on the Site for the Lord forum, and figured if I was going to tout this list, I'd better get out a poem this week.
This was last night after returning from our "Friendly Word" group where I talked about how to be strong and courageous from Joshua 1.
So I went to my best thinking and writing place -- my bed -- and in 30 minutes popped out the poem "The Failed Gospel Meeting." It's the more popular approach, but there's something to be said for it as well as the more literary style.
I hope you like it!
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( 3 / 5353 )Monday, 23 October 2006, 10:10 a.m. - News
The poem I sent out Oct. 20th has been accepted for publication in the Winter 2007 edition of WestWard Quarterly.
Th editor wrote, "Yours is the kind of poem that we love to receive for our inspirational type magazine." Comments like that always make a poet feel good.
BTW, I misquoted Norton. I didn't have the book nor my agenda, in which I had copied the quote, with me when I sent out the poem, and my memory failed me. The correct quote, with more bibliographic information, is as follows:
"One man, with his spirit bent to the task, can plow the desert and raise a vineyard." --Andre Norton, Shadow Hawk, p. 56.
As far as the inspiration behind the poem, the quote caught my eye, tweaked my nose, and hummed in my ear. So I started writing and the stanzas kept appearing.
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( 3 / 3741 )Thursday, 14 September 2006, 4:54 p.m. - Inspiration
The simple meter and language of the children's table prayer bespeaks the almost naive faith with which each saint looks to the Father for his needs. I pray I have not marred the original by using similar meter and approach.
This was written several weeks ago, but -- being my day off today -- I finished up the stanzas and added a new one this afternoon.
I pray it may bless you and nudge you toward a simpler faith, a more robust faith, an obedient faith, in the Lord Jesus.
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( 3 / 2756 )Thursday, 7 September 2006, 1:41 p.m. - Poems
According to my research, it's two months to the day since my last poem. My apologies to subscribers. What happened? A trip to the U.S., a friend here to teach, the muse abandoning me completely, something of a blue funk setting in, discouragement about poetry in general, well, take your pick. But, as always, poetry draws me back like the moth to the flame. I hope the outcome is better, however. :)
Many people have commented on the untimely death of Australian Steve Irwin this past Monday. His was a lifestyle far different than most, certainly than my desk-bound, quiet mode. Each certainly has his own manner of life and preferred activities, so it's not my intent to say his was inappropriate. But not for me.
Today's poem wasn't written on the occasion of Irwin's death. It was begun Feb. 6th, and finished today or, at least, revised for today's email.
One man's adventures is another's lunacy, I suppose, just as the quiet life is misery for another. So today's poem is merely a reflection of a part of the life I enjoy.
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( 3 / 3508 )Friday, 7 July 2006, 9:55 a.m. - Inspiration
Life is like the weather, always changing. While we focus on changes for the worse, often the storms cease suddenly as the sun breaks through even before the rain stops. And, oh, how welcome those cheering rays bringing gladness to our faces!
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