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Thursday is Verse Day @FaithUnlocked – Psalm 38:13-22

I am like the deaf, who cannot hear,
    like the mute, who cannot speak;
I have become like one who does not hear,
    whose mouth can offer no reply.
Lord, I wait for you;
    you will answer, Lord my God.
For I said, “Do not let them gloat
    or exalt themselves over me when my feet slip.”
For I am about to fall,
    and my pain is ever with me.
I confess my iniquity;
    I am troubled by my sin.
Many have become my enemies without cause;
    those who hate me without reason are numerous.
Those who repay my good with evil
    lodge accusations against me,
    though I seek only to do what is good.
Lord, do not forsake me;
    do not be far from me, my God.
Come quickly to help me,
    my Lord and my Saviour.

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Let us Stop Passing Judgment

Loving each other,
Let us stop passing judgment –
Instead, encourage

written in response to this week’s prompt at Haiku Horizons, drawing inspiration from the text of Romans 14:13

The Master Gardener

Like shimmering heat
in sunshine’s streams,
like a cloud of dew
in harvest’s heat;

From His dwelling place,
the Lord observes;
Quietly resting,,
His eyes see all.

Then, before harvest,
as blossoms fall:
Flowers slow turn to
ripening grapes –

The Master Gard’ner
prunes ev’ry vine:
Training their branches
to bear good fruit.

written in response to today’s prompt at The Daily Post, and inspired by the words (although not the original message) of the bible’s book of Isaiah, Chapter 18, verses 4-5

Holy Tabernacle

Curtains of linen
Blue, purple and scarlet yarn
Holy Tabernacle
Clothed in commissioned splendour
Constructed with reverence

written in response to The Daily Post prompt – “yarn” – and inspired by the descriptions of the Tabernacle in the Old Testament’s book of Exodus

Taste and See #NaPoWriMo2017 #GloPoWriMo2017

How sweet are His words
Ears test words as the tongue tastes food
Taste and see that the Lord is good

For Day 28 of Na/GloPoWriMo, NaPoWriMo.net reminded us that many poems explore the sight or sound or feel of things, and Proust famously wrote about the memories evoked by smell. The prompt challenge was to write a poem that explores your sense of taste – this could be a poem about food, or wine, or even the oddly metallic sensation of a snowflake on your tongue.

This poem drew inspiration from the Old Testament, and in particular lines from Job and the Psalms.

Manna and Quail

Manna falls like dew
Quails drift to blanket the ground
The Lord God provides

written in response to The Daily Post prompt – “blanket”, inspired by Exodus 16

Thursday is Verse Day @FaithUnlocked – Ezekiel 31:1-14

“Son of man, say to Pharaoh king of Egypt and to his hordes:

“‘Who can be compared with you in majesty?
Consider Assyria, once a cedar in Lebanon,
    with beautiful branches overshadowing the forest;
it towered on high,
    its top above the thick foliage.
The waters nourished it,
    deep springs made it grow tall;
their streams flowed
    all around its base
and sent their channels
    to all the trees of the field.
So it towered higher
    than all the trees of the field;
its boughs increased
    and its branches grew long,
    spreading because of abundant waters.
All the birds of the sky
    nested in its boughs,
all the animals of the wild
    gave birth under its branches;
all the great nations
    lived in its shade.
It was majestic in beauty,
    with its spreading boughs,
for its roots went down
    to abundant waters.
The cedars in the garden of God
    could not rival it,
nor could the junipers
    equal its boughs,
nor could the plane trees
    compare with its branches—
no tree in the garden of God
    could match its beauty.
I made it beautiful
    with abundant branches,
the envy of all the trees of Eden
    in the garden of God.

“‘Therefore this is what the Sovereign Lord says:
Because the great cedar towered over the thick foliage,
and because it was proud of its height,
I gave it into the hands of the ruler of the nations,
for him to deal with according to its wickedness.
I cast it aside, and the most ruthless of foreign nations cut it down and left it.
Its boughs fell on the mountains and in all the valleys;
its branches lay broken in all the ravines of the land.
All the nations of the earth came out from under its shade and left it.
All the birds settled on the fallen tree, and all the wild animals lived among its branches.
Therefore no other trees by the waters are ever to tower proudly on high,
lifting their tops above the thick foliage.
No other trees so well-watered are ever to reach such a height;
they are all destined for death, for the earth below,
among mortals who go down to the realm of the dead.

From the Roots of Jesse

A shoot will rise up
From the roots of Jesse’s stump
A Branch will bear fruit
Foreseen by Israel’s prophets
A King born to save the world

written in response to today’s prompt at The Daily Post, and in spired by Isaiah 11:1

Plank vs Speck

Behold your brother
Remove the plank from your eye
Before his small speck

written in response to RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt #Challenge #146 – “Behold” and “Eye”, and inspired by Jesus’s teaching in the gospel of Luke at 6:42

Made in God’s Image

Made in God’s image
A likeness of life’s Author
Creative by Word
Sculptor of reality
Envisions eternity

a partner piece to my earlier response to the Day 25 Na/GloPoWriMo2017 prompt at NaPoWriMo.net