My thoughts of you are redolent
Of a battered desert succulent.
On your spiny, scarred exterior
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A Poem a Day
I had a great visit with a retired doctor last week who shared that, as a writer, she aims to write a poem a day. I dedicate this one to Dr. Nordgren.
The Garden and the Wilderness
Peer through the trees into Chapter 3 of the first Old Testament book, Genesis. Observe Adam and Eve frolicking in the Garden of Eden. The lush garden’s glory would make you gasp with its Elysium sights, scents, and sounds. Its delectable fruit drips care-free pleasure. Even God delights in His daily time in this new paradise. His favorite part, of course, is communing with Adam and Eve, His magnum opus. Surely here, of all places, perfection would forever prevail. What with naked companionship, lavish provisions, fulfilling occupation, and complete protection, all in the cool of the day.
Damn, The Bastard Child Shows Up!
This is a raw tribute to lands across the world that have been devastated by colonialism.
Dying to Self
When you are forgotten or neglected or purposely set at naught, and you sting and hurt with the insult or the oversight,
But your heart is happy, being counted worthy to suffer for Christ – that is dying to self.
Smell you Later
(I blogged this 2 years ago and it was a little weird to see a prompt with the exact same title. For a second there I couldn’t find it in my archives and I thought, ‘They’ve deleted my article and stolen the title!!’ And then I found it.)