When we’re in the throes of disgrace
We need to stare God in the face
As Christ on the cross
Makes gold from our dross
And trumps all our shame with His Ace
Tag Archives: shame
Mrs. Jesus 5/7: Wood Friday
StandardContinued from Mrs. Jesus 4/7: Thor’s Hammer Day
Prologue
Jesus wraps his arms around me and lowers me to the mattress
“I’m scared,” I whisper
“I know,” he murmurs, kissing my brow
“Don’t worry. I will always be with you, even if you can’t see me.”
For the comfort of my body
Jesus placed a small cot by the Tree of Life
I gaze up at it as he fastens two roots to the holes in my wrists
My body is not what I’m worried about
The sensation is what I imagine dialysis fees like
Or a blood transfusion
The lifeblood of the tree fills me
As mine pours into it
As my consciously slowly wanders off
The Ex-Wife
Continue reading12/24 Limericks: Eye-Opening Mission
StandardIsaiah 42:6-7 NIV – “I, the LORD, have called you…7 to open eyes that are blind
The reason the truth we avoid
Is we can’t see God unalloyed
His glory’s too big
For leaves of a fig
To save us from being destroyed
Dream: False Alarm
StandardWe are on vacation.
I am walking our dogs:
- Qhuinn the “red” cocker-spaniel (grumpy)
- Frolic the chocolate lab (friendly)
12/12 Poem: Deturn Pain
StandardWhen we feel a pain
That we did not earn
There’s part of our brain
That begins to burn
11/28 Limerick: Shamelessly Happy
StandardTo transcend the happiness game
We must learn to confront our shame
Joy becomes pure
When we ensure
We run toward, not from, our true name
11/23 Poem: Order-nary Pain
StandardHappy Fibonacci Day!
First-order pain helps us learn
To keep away from flames that burn
Our bodies we need to preserve
So that on earth we may serve
10/23 Limericks: Adam’s Unnamable Fear
StandardWhen Adam gave each thing its name
Back then he had no word for “shame”
It could not be taught
Til he had been caught
And felt what it feels like to blame
10/8 Limerick: Re-Main-Ing Sin
StandardTo deal with our sin that’s remaining
We must plug the holes that are draining
By facing our shame
Thru power of The Name
‘Til only His Grace is left reigning
Poem: Hand-Some Sin
StandardSome times our pain
Is due to our sin
We hurt ourselves
Or God calls us in
Poetry Slam: Pro-Dem-Nation
StandardIn a world filled
with condemnation
Could His Bride become
a pro-them-nation?
Mrs. Jesus #1/7: Blew Monday
StandardThe scene is a cozy suburban house from the 1950s. Black and white, like in The Dick van Dyke Show or WandaVision. The door opens.
Jesus: Hi honey, I’m home!
I run into his arms and cling tightly to him.
Continue readingLimerick: Buke the Storm
StandardWhen our faith causes others to fear
For they know not salvation is near
It’s easy to blame
Or give in to shame
And tear down the ones we hold dear
Limerick: Blood Right
StandardLord, set my soul free by your blood-rite
So shame won’t drown me in a mud-fight
Your loss as my gain
Dissolves all my pain
And plants me to grow like a bud — right?
8/1 RSVP: Buying Needles to Strain Camels (The Purpose of Wealth)
StandardMatthew 23:24 You blind guides! You strain out a gnat but swallow a camel.
This may sound bizarre, but see if you can follow my logic:
Continue readingLimerick: Powerfully Weak
StandardTo bring forth the change that we seek
We must become powerfully weak
For when we are empty
God gives us His plenty
Thus by our redemption Christ speaks
Sex 207. Loving Life
StandardConcluding the story from Sex 206. Loving Father
Prologue
I am trapped in the Bar of Hell.
Watching my Father guzzle
All the shame, suffering and sin
Of the whole world
With such agonizing joy
That my soul yearns
To join Him
The Cup
I grab my tiny Cup, full of ruby liquid, and slam it down my throat.
I have tasted all the pleasures of this world, from the sublime heights of philosophy to the sordid depths of passion.
All start out sweet as honey to my mouth, but end up bitter as gall in my stomach.
This… is the reverse.
Continue readingSex 206. Loving Father
StandardContinued from Sex 205. Loving Death
Prologue
I have been drowning my sorrows at the Bar of Hell.
Consumed by my own inadequacy and self-loathing.
Even Jesus seems to have abandoned me.
But just when I think I am completely, utterly, eternally alone, I hear a voice.
“Have a drink.”
Father
Continue readingPoem: Unblind Rage
StandardWhen we are blinded by rage
We feel like we’re stuck in a cage
Which says that our soul
Cannot reach our goal
Unless we regain center stage
Sex 205. Loving Death
StandardContinued from Sex 204. Loving Hiss Elf
Me: Barkeep, another wine-and-gall, if you please?
Barkeep: One more Dead Galilean, coming up!
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