Category: National Poetry Month

How Then Should I Pray?

 

Pray then like this—

Our Heavenly Father,
may your name be honoured;
May your kingdom come,
and your will be done on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day the bread we need,
Forgive us what we owe to you,
as we have also forgiven those who owe anything to us.
Keep us clear of temptation,
and save us from evil.

(Matthew 6:9-13 J.B Phillips)

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Here: At This Point

But as for me,
the nearness of God is my good;
I have made the Lord GOD my refuge,
That I may tell of all Thy works.
(Psalm 73:28 NASB
 
 
 

 
 
 
here
close by
snug
 
near
close by
hug
 
share
close by
shrug
 
your
burdens
unto
Me
 
 
 
 
 
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Guest Poem from Marijo Blair

 
I count it a great joy to introduce to you today, my dear friend Marijo Blair. Over the years we have prayed together, shared our writing with  a writer’s group she helped found, and encouraged one another to cling to God in the good times and the hard times. Marijo is both an artist and a poet. Her works convey her steadfast love of Jesus and a heart tuned to His voice.
 
And without further ado, her poem and artwork:
 
As He Has Done So Should We
Holding his foot,
He washed it clean.
Sprinkled, refreshed,
What did it mean?
As He has done,
So should we,
May the Lord’s hands refresh
a sojourner through me.
 
(Marijo used scraps of paper and glue,
with pen and ink technique to create
 this tribute to our Lord Jesus.)
(2013. Copyright. All Rights Reserved. Poem and Original Artwork by Marijo Blair)
 
 
So when He had washed their feet, taken His garments, and sat down again, He said to them, “Do you know what I have done to you?  You call Me Teacher and Lord, and you say well, for so I am.   If I then, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also ought to wash one another’s feet.   For I have given you an example, that you should do as I have done to you.   Most assuredly, I say to you, a servant is not greater than his master; nor is he who is sent greater than he who sent him.  If you know these things, blessed are you if you do them.
(John 13:12-17 NKJV)
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Guest Poem from Slyvia Robertson

He has given me a new song to sing
a hymn of praise to our God.
Many will see what he has done
 and be amazed.

    They will put their trust in the Lord.
(Psalm 40:3 NLT)
  
 
I am so pleased to have Slyvia share a poem with us today. She and I “met” at one of those famous blogosphere link-ups. She responded to my call for poetry and sent us this contemplative piece that she wrote when she first became a believer. She told me that although it started out as her new song, she now considers the poem her signature song.
Slyvia blogs over at The Sylvr Pen, where she aims “toward more fully living the Christian life.” Her recent posts contemplate the life, death, resurrection and words of our Savior.
Here is her poem. Feel free to leave Sylvia comments on this post.
 
A New Song
 
I’ve had enough of sepulchers,
Of corridors of cells for bones
That click their way in idiot grins
Down hall to hall,
From cell to cell–
 
 
Of subway faces:
Vacant masks that hang and sway
In synchrony with dark machine
That carries them they know not where.
 
 
Pour forth the light!
And let the prism of my frame
Fragment the beams in diverge’ rays,
In hues and tints and shades of glory
To pierce the lids of sightless eyes
And spark the fire of life again
Within the walking dead.
 
*(Copyright 1980, Sylvia K. Robertson. New then. Still new today)



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Photo Art by Kel Rohlf
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Guest Poem from Jody Lee Collins


Blessed are the chosen!
Blessed the guest
at home in your place!
We expect our fill of good things
in your house, your heavenly manse.
(Psalm 65:4 The Message)
 
 
Jody has made me feel at home in the blog world and as a Christian sister and friend. Welcome her here today and visit her blog, Three Way Light.

Jody also writes poetry.  Come get your fill of good things! She has two spots to read her poems:
 
 
 
As have we travelled from Sunday to Monday, why not sabbath a little bit longer with her latest poem: 
 
 
The still pavement
holds layers of light movement,
life aloft,
like comforting down
on this different, slow day.
 
(Read the rest of the poem here.)
 
2013 Copyright. All Rights Reserved. Sunday Streets by Jody Lee Collins.
 
 
 
If you are looking for a place where poets gather to share their voices, Jody recommends DVerse-Poets Pub.
 
 

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