Sola Gratia
Father—
Forgive them.
They don’t know what they are doing.
Criminal, companion on a cross—
Today you will be with me in paradise.
Woman, still finding favour—
Here is your son.
Disciple, still deeply loved—
Here is your mother.
My body—it thirsts.
My spirit—forsaken.
Oh my God, my God, why?
Father—
Into Your hands I commit my spirit.
It is finished.
This poem didn’t make it from my writing notebook to this space yesterday like it was supposed to. Something else interrupted. It was an important something. So today I’ll post two poems – unless important things interrupt again.
What I noticed today:
a giant moon tucking itself away
clouds leisurely floating through the day
birds making time for play
In a world floundering in fear and dismay
I just needed to notice peace today.
To the One
Who brings snow in winter and spring—
and rain in due season
Who sees the sparrow, chickadee, and crow—
and our flutterings of joy and faltering fears
Who is not absent
Who is still Immanuel
—God With Us—
To Him be our humble and grateful Hosanna.
A raven flew past my kitchen window
and turned to look back over his shoulder
where another raven was gaining air
on his starboard wing.
Were they playing cops and robbers?
Racing madly to the river?
Competing for First-to-the-Food?
(Who knows what ravens do!)
It was the shoulder check that caught my eye;
I, too, have been casting backward glances
at all the ways our world was
but now
isn’t.
Some days
step softly,
gently leading my heart to
green pastures and
quiet waters that
refresh deep, dry places,
cause goodness and mercy
to flow,
each minute filled to the
measure of all the
fullness of grace.
Selah
#30daysofpoetry #day27
Some days
trod heavy
through my heart
leaving deep imprints
flooded with
tepid weariness and
murky sadness
that quiver in the wake
of minutes that trample
and stomp, trample
and stomp,
measuring the weight
of their passing.
Some days.
#30daysofpoetry #day26
At the beginning
What a lovely sunny day ☀️!
a bit chilly 🥶!
wear layers and mittens 🧣🧦🧥🧤!
up big hill ⛰ to start – piece of 🍰! (🤥)
wish the trees were green 🌳!
hello 🦆 and 🦅 (no hawk emoji)
and 🐂 and 🐎!!
👋 at hubby leap-frogging along in the truck 🥰!!
down big hill 🤩!
BRIDGE ‼️
and ⬆️ up ⬆️ again 😩
that hill was definitely longer 🥴
and steeper (🤥)
Part way through
ditch the fleece layer and mittens 🥵
🥶 never mind- keep the 🧤
cross wind you are annoying and cold 💨💨💨
ru-u-u-u-u-u-u-m-m-m-b-b-b-l-l-e strip
🛑 stop looking in the ditches
up little hill #5063 ⚠️
pool noodle, banana peel, rusty hammer, orange, apple core, blah, blah, yada, yada
hydro pole #96, Road #261, Stuckey Rd.
funny name 🤣 (okay, not that funny)😂
legs are a tad bit tired😧
need a bum break, snack break 🍫water break 🌊
there’s hubby waiting for me 🥰🥰!!
Near the end
😬 what’s with all these puny little hills that take forever to get up??
☁️💨☁️💨 what’s with the cloud and the crosswind??
🥤🥤🍔🍟🗜🔨📺🧺 what’s with sooooo much garbage in the ditches???
🕑🕒🕓🕔why do the final kilometres take soooo long?????
Five minutes after the ride
what an awesome ride!!!!😃😘🥳
I love my bike!!!!❤️🚴♂️
Life’s circumstances may have
shrunk my world,
restricted my margins,
but never
so small or narrow
that God is unable to fully
fill with his abundance.
I know goodness to be
A faithful companion
Following me all of my days.
~for Justin
When peace like a river attendeth my way
Oh what joyful delight flowed the day you were born
When sorrows like sea billows roll
And then. That day flooded with deep, deepest despair.
Whatever my lot, You have taught me to say,
And today. Your birthday. With waves of emotion leaving me worn,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
but oh so grateful for all the days we could share.
#JDC#33
#30daysofpoetry #day11
*”It Is Well With My Soul” lyrics by Horatio Spafford.
Charis D Crandall 