Gathering Treasure

Once upon a time
I gathered grievances like treasure
stored in my heart pain without measure
I held tight
to my rights

I learned in time
to gather forgiveness instead
like leftover pieces of miracle bread
when the 5,000 were fed

True treasure beyond measure

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For the Quadrille Monday prompt at dVerse Poets Pub today, Lillian wants to gather our 44 words into a poem. And the lovely thing about a Quadrille is that it’s easy to find just the right 44 words to get it done.

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Nina, Tiny but Mighty

Between Good Friday and Easter of this year, a sweet young woman from my church, the daughter of a dear friend, went home to be with Jesus. She fought a week-long battle with complications from the flu that infected her heart. And yet her heart shines brightly even still.

Last week at a celebration of her life, hundreds of people packed the auditorium of her high school. It was literally standing room only, with close to 25 people in each of the entryways.

Nina loved and was loved. She loved because she knew that she was loved by Jesus. She would have loved how clearly the Gospel was preached in remembrance of her.

I wrote this poem for her parents, who said it was okay to post it here.

NINA

Nina, with her heart of gold
will be forever missed
Stories of her grace be told
her love will ever persist

Immanuel has called her home
before we were all through
Watching as this earth she roamed
her dreams to still come true

Never will she be forgot
her memory kept alive
All the music that she brought
will continue and thrive

Although she is no longer here
and tears our eyes now stain
We know the Lord holds her near
so we’ll see her once again

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My Divine Defense

My friend Rachel Lulich issued a challenge to write a poem a week based on one of the devotions included in Charles H. Spurgeon’s Faith’s CheckbookI’m always up for a good challenge, and the devotional was only 99 cents for Kindle, so I decided to give it a try.

My first poem is inspired by the April 7 entry entitled “Without Fear of Man.” My favorite line in this short, one-minute devotional is, “God will sooner empty heaven of angels than leave a saint without defense.” 

I decided to write it as a Pantoum because I liked the added challenge of fitting my poem to one of my favorite poetry forms. Here’s what I came up with.

My Divine Defense

I am a citizen of the Kingdom of God
He’ll never leave me without defense
My soul belongs where angels trod
The assurance He promises is no pretense

He’ll never leave me without defense
Naught man can do will I ever fear
The assurance He promises is no pretense
If I need, angel legions will appear

Naught man can do will I ever fear
Though my faith cause the ungodly hatred
If I need, angel legions will appear
My Precious Lord Jesus at their head

Though my faith cause the ungodly hatred
I pray I might turn many to believe
My Precious Lord Jesus at their head
His great truth to perceive

I pray I might turn many to believe
To be braver than lions for the right
His great truth to perceive
Marching forth in His might

To be braver than lions for the right
My soul belongs where angels trod
Marching forth in His might
I am a citizen of the Kingdom of God

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The Shepherd’s Door

The door the Shepherd opened
No one can ever close

The door to His tomb was sealed
How it was opened He knows

By it He made the only way
For us to be redeemed

Though the people thought He died
Things weren’t as they seemed

By His Sunday resurrection
Death He defeated

Now upon His eternal throne
He is rightly seated

He invites all to enter
The door He has opened

The curse once upon mankind
Is now forever broken

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Good Friday Mystery

The thick veil ripped in two
Darkness covered all the land
As the Spirit of God departed
the body of Jesus the man

How it transpired a mystery
Our fragile minds cannot grasp
Sins on the cross all forgiven
When Jesus breathed his last

Satan must have delighted
To think he had finally won
When Jesus cried It is finished
Our salvation was good as done

Though payment was completed
Victory lay still in the grave
In three days he’d rise as he promised
Jesus came our souls to save

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Maundy

He gave a mandate to remember Him
Whenever we eat this wafer thin
We are to ponder His final sup
Whenever we drink from this cup

Symbols of His loving sacrifice
Only our Jesus will suffice
To pay for our sins so great
Trust His promise before it’s too late

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The Light of the World

Even with the Light among them
Many walked in darkness
Refusing to believe
What their own eyes had seen

Others believed in Him
But remained in the shadows
Fearing to be known
As a follower of the true Light

But Mary had no fear
The fragrance of her faith rose
Pouring sweet perfume
To honor the Light of the world

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