Category: Literature

Psalm 65 The River Of God

 

Thou visitest the earth,

and waterest it:

thou greatly enrichest it with the river of God,

which is full of water:

thou preparest them corn,

when thou hast so provided for it.

Psalm 65: 9 (KJV)

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Post updated: 3/5/2013.

Photo of corn courtesy of wpclipart.com.
The photo of primroses is by Karl.

Three Irises: Poem About God’s Love

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Gold, rust, you remind
Me of the Father’s rich love:
So many flowers
All from one single tall stem
Love upon love upon love.

Purple, you remind
Me of the Son, Jesus Christ:
“This is my body
Broken to break sin and death
Love upon love upon love.”

And peach, you remind
Me of the Holy Spirit:
Sent to glorify
The Son, do what we cannot
These colors are amazing.

Three irises stand
Fragrant in the front garden
Father, Son, Spirit
Sing “Holy, Holy, Holy
Love upon love upon love.”

First published in Time of Singing.
Image: wpclipart.com.

http://timeofsinging.com

EVERYWHERE

Everywhere

The Cross can be seen
Everywhere
In the telephone poles,
Fences, intersection signs,
And branches of trees
Everywhere
In the plaid of my jumper,
Churches, and
Lower case ts
Everywhere

The Cross can be seen
Everywhere
To remind us of One Savior
One sacrifice
At one time and
In one place
For the remission
Of sin–
Forever and
Everywhere.

Published in Silver Wings, edited by Jackson Wilcox;  and The Discerning Poet, edited by Margaret L. Been.

George Matheson: “O Love That Wilt Not Let Me Go”

O LOVE THAT WILT NOT LET ME GO

O Love that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
That in thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.

O Light that followest all my way,
I yield my flickering torch to thee;
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in the sunshine’s blaze, its day
May brighter, fuller be.

O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain
That morn shall tearless be.

O Cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red,
Life that shall endless be.

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This classic poem by George Matheson is in the public domain, and I found it at http://utmostchristianwriters.com.

The Public Domain Poems at this site are filed under “Poetry Collections.”

 

Carol Purington “FAMILY FARM Haiku for a Place of Moons”

Holy Week
The white tulip opens
to a crimson heart

 

Shaping the dough
into a loaf of bread
Maundy Thursday

 

Good Friday
. . . moving into the chill
of the tree’s shadow

 

Early tulip –
in its scarlet cup
the surprise of black

 

At sunrise
the shine of the church steeple
Resurrection Day

 

Easter lily
The challenge of His risen life
overflows the sanctuary

 

Carol Purington lives on a dairy farm in Western Massachusetts.  For three decades she has been exploring Japanese verse forms, including haiku and tanka. She has self-published several books, including Family Farm, a collection of haiku about her home.

Illustrations by Shirley L. Horn. Winfred Press.