The Cross and the Poet

The Cross and the Poet
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Words of Affirmation and Hope
Paul writes in Phillipians 4:12 “I know how to live low, and I know how to live large. I am accustomed to every situation. I know how to be full and be hungry… To have enough and to have nothing.”
After moving to Indiana from Oklahoma with two bags full of clothes, I came to have it all… I had the small business, a house, a wife, a child, a dog, two cars, and a white picket fence. Later, I left Indiana back to Oklahoma with two bags full of clothes.
These poems are writings from the very depths of pain and dispair. A boy lost in an ocean besieged by storm and drowning in circumstance.
Without being able to write how I felt, in prayer and supplication to My Creator God, I would surely have gone bonkers. Had a full on mental episode. But I survived, for He is gracious to all those who call on His name.
I wrote a lot of poems. Some of them don’t suck. Those are collected for you, here.
For fans of: Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass, Selected Poems and Letters by Emily Dickinson, and The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats by W.B. Yeats.
Content Warning: This book may contain explicit wording, content, and profanity. Please read with care.
From the collection:
Breath of God
As dawn breaks,
the new day
skips over the cloud tops breathing.
“How can you breathe?”
I ask the day.
“I breathe because the Lord
has first breathed me.”
As morning wakes, the meadowlark sings
his morning song
of happiness and joy.
“How can you sing?”
I ask the lark.
“I sing because the Lord
has first sung me.”
As the sun rays shine,
the morning dew
shines itself upon me.
“How can you shine?”
I ask the dew.
“I shine because the Lord
has first shone me.”
And as night falls,
I, already asleep on my bed,
forget the beauty
that the Lord gives each day.
“How could I have forgotten?”
I ask the Lord.
“You forgot because
you first forgot me.”
But still on me, the Lord . . .
Breathes, sings, and shines.
Various times
More often than not,
Have I ever once thought,
I would be in a place such as this.
And at various times,
With the wind
through the chimes,
I could love you
so much more than this.
Though you knew me the same,
Knew my faults and my gains,
Even the split hairs on my head.
I sure love you my Lord,
As the strings on a chord,
play your sweet tune in my head.