He has said
Should we not
Seek to know
What will make
For our peace
In this world
Here below
Much more than
Fine treasure
May we store
For that day
If only we’d
Imbibe daily
What He has to say.
RWOz2
Category Archives: Poetry
Truth Came Walking
Truth came walking
Transcending
The wide expanse
Just to find me
In the confines
Of my circumstance
I was shown
In my marrow
I can fit
Squarely within
The narrow
For there too
He’s content to be
Yet could
Temptation
Lure me
To walk away
Mar my feet
If it comes to that
Keep me
Centered
On the straitened path
RWOz2
A Timely Word
A timely word
An action observed
One must let go of
One’s choicest treasure
To pick up that which
Truly matters.
RWOz2
Cinderella Sliver
Tell me a tale
Of a lion and a mouse
And the outcome
Of one big splinter
Of the gratitude
To the lesser from the greater
And how each in his turn
Saved the other,
In our own story
We have a like tale
Of something
That brought us together
For without a sliver
I would have remained an “I”
You … a “you”
But because of it
We are a “we” together.
RWOz2
Doxology
Know you are
Blessed
Forget not
To give thanks
Breathe in
Blessings
Breathe out
Your thanks
Breathe in
Faith
Breathe out
Praise.
RWOz2
You Get What You Want
You get what you want
In the end
What you’ve spent your life
Pursuing
Wrapping up what you’ve
been doing
Should you be surprised
When at last you realize
What you turned
A deaf ear to
You knew all
Along was true
But it was old
And stuffy
And offered
The surface
You could not
See behind
You get what you want
In the end
What you’ve been
Busy sowing
Decides what to you
Is owing
He was not beyond
Your knowing
But now beyond your reach
From your side of the breach
We were asked
To believe
The Word
Not our
Eyes
You traded
The plain truth
For satan’s
whispered lies.
RWOz2
The Triphammer of Time
The triphammer
Of time
Pounds out
The rhythm
Which my mind
Chases
To fashion
The rhyme
Over and over
To fill
The refrain
The feelings
Rising
Nought
Can restrain
All to
Forge links
Twixt heart
And the brain.
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The Spirit Within Me
The spirit within me
Trembles at the approach
Of Your presence
And rises in
Anticipation
At the touch
Of Your Word
The weight of Your glory
Presses upon me
And though
I sink beneath it
I know it frees me
From the world’s
Impressment
Rather
To be stamped
With the visage
Of the One
Who loves me.
RWOz2
Thoughts
His thoughts
Towards us
Are many.
Do we
Reciprocate
With any?
RWOz2
the ragged world
the bright bauble
that clogs our minds
impels us into
its embrace
at what point
do we realize
we cannot
measure it
with the span
of our hand
nor subdue
its breadth
to our knowing
man is not
the gauge
of everything
pride warps the
boundary lines
and fudges
the increments
through
the humble door
alone
can the thread-bare
ragged world
be seen
in clarity
RWOz2
