Tagged Poetry

#GoodJouJou

#GoodJouJou

(Ode to 2017)

A haiku. A word.
My #mantra. Lit a candle
Made a wish. Didn’t

Blow out the candle-
Watched it burn bright in the night-
The flickering flame

Of the night, a year.
Final bow. A prayer; blew
A kiss. One. God be

With us. Another
Kiss. Hello new year new day-
Jesus take the wheel.

Help us do justly
And love mercy (which triumphs)
And to walk humbly

With God and us all-
ALL God’s children. All of them
Precious in God’s sight.

Where does peace on earth
And goodwill to all begin?
Once upon a time…

A Refugee. Now
me: rebel with ancient hope-
This force is with me.

It moves me. Whispers
Beloved. Go…do likewise.
Be love. Be a light.

Light the night, the world,
Another’s candle. Like good
Energy. Bring it.

#102 Hope is a Lottery Ticket I Bought on Good Friday

I have no illusions of who I am.
Where I stand is the only thing I stand
upon-at the foot of a tree, a Lamb
dangling from it, with eyes that see me-and-
See right through me. Right down to my stain-
my guilt-the reason He is exalted there
hanging, naked, like He is wearing my shame-
right there for all the world to gasp-and stare.
Some “joy set before Him” is all I can think
as I set myself before Him…and wish
upon the One who made the stars…and blink
teardrops-mine, mingling with blood-His: swoosh-
as in Nike, and the robe that I have won
casting my sin, my cares, my lot upon the Son.