A Prayer
Wash us clean, O Lord, and teach us your ways—
Draw us up and out of prison
And help us to rely, in faith, on these:
Your cross, your blood, and you risen.
-jwm
Showing posts with label Salvation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Salvation. Show all posts
May 16, 2020
June 10, 2017
About a Dream I Had
Monarch
These
lift me through the airy height
These
wings acquired through a night
Into
a foreign world above
Of
light and warmth and truth and love
What
seems a dream are days gone by
When
I knew nothing of the sky
Just
toil on an earthly bed
And
thoughts of milkweed in my head
But
then I there within a husk
That
dangled from an Aspen tusk
Began
to form a different bent
That
I knew not was Heaven meant
And
now I’m lifted through this air
And
though attaining beauty fair
The
only thing that moves me now
Is
that I share this flight somehow
-jwm
Of
the Poem
I
think it was in 2008, but I was asleep one afternoon when in my dream these
words- in both rhyme and meter- came to me: "But then I there within a
husk / That dangled from an Aspen tusk". I woke up, I wrote them down, and
for the next several weeks tried to give context to them in this poem above.
I chose the simple rhyme scheme of aabb based on the scheme given me in the dream, and adhered to iambic tetrameter as the guiding meter for the same reason.
The works of Emanuel Swedenborg heavily influenced the content and message of the poem, as did the idea of redemption.
I hope you guys enjoyed it.
I chose the simple rhyme scheme of aabb based on the scheme given me in the dream, and adhered to iambic tetrameter as the guiding meter for the same reason.
The works of Emanuel Swedenborg heavily influenced the content and message of the poem, as did the idea of redemption.
I hope you guys enjoyed it.
September 01, 2011
Thus Saith the Lord
Tell the monks where I have gone:
Deep into the world of fools …
I save souls and am the One
Making angels out of ghouls.
-jwm
Deep into the world of fools …
I save souls and am the One
Making angels out of ghouls.
-jwm
April 12, 2010
'Til Jesus Leads
He wishes he could break his curse
And shake the sins his passions nurse;
But here he lay- mere broken reed-
Iniquitous and full of need.
And even as I write this verse
His sins it seems are growing worse;
Its growth- by leaps and massive speeds-
Will ruthless come ’til Jesus leads.
And shake the sins his passions nurse;
But here he lay- mere broken reed-
Iniquitous and full of need.
And even as I write this verse
His sins it seems are growing worse;
Its growth- by leaps and massive speeds-
Will ruthless come ’til Jesus leads.
April 26, 2009
Monarch
THESE LIFT me through the airy height-
These wings acquired through a night-
Into a foreign world above:
Of light and warmth and truth and love.
What seems a dream are days gone by
When I knew nothing of the sky-
Just toil on an earthly bed,
And thoughts of milkweed in my head.
But then I there within a husk
That dangled from an Aspen tusk
Began to form a different bent
That I knew not was Heaven meant.
And now I’m lifted through this air,
And though attaining beauty fair,
The only thing that moves me now
Is that I share this flight somehow.
These wings acquired through a night-
Into a foreign world above:
Of light and warmth and truth and love.
What seems a dream are days gone by
When I knew nothing of the sky-
Just toil on an earthly bed,
And thoughts of milkweed in my head.
But then I there within a husk
That dangled from an Aspen tusk
Began to form a different bent
That I knew not was Heaven meant.
And now I’m lifted through this air,
And though attaining beauty fair,
The only thing that moves me now
Is that I share this flight somehow.
-jwm
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