Again and again
We return to sin
It is our nature
As men
Again and again
God points to the cross
It’s in his nature
To love
The challenge for the final day of Na/GloPoWriMo2017 was to write a poem about something that happens again and again.
Messiah
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
Born to Burn
On fire for Jesus
Heart ablaze in the Spirit
I was born to burn
written in response to this week’s prompt at Haiku Horizons
Be Blessed #NaPoWriMo2017 #GloPoWriMo2017
Upon the mountainside
I listened to the Teacher
. . .
“Blessed are the meek,
for they will inherit the earth”
I’m meek as meek as they come, me
I could do with inheriting the earth
. . .
“Blessed are the merciful,
for they will be shown mercy”
I show mercy when it’s deserved
I certainly deserve some myself
. . .
“Blessed are the peacemakers,
for they will be called children of God”
There’s no question, I’m a man of peace
(I dare anyone to say I’m not)
. . .
Whoever has ears let him hear
so to receive the truth
Whoever has eyes let him see
through the lens of his heart
Then blessed are your eyes because they see
and your ears because they hear
“Blessed are the pure in heart,
for they will see God.”
The NapOwriMo.net challenge for Day 21 of Na/GloPoWriMo2017 was to write a poem that incorporates overheard speech.
Love and Justice
His love and justice,
Both soft and hard sides of God:
Sacrifice; judgement –
Salvation through faith by grace,
Yet all are held to account
A tanka written in response to Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge #28 – “Hard” and “Soft”
Middle Day – #HolyWeek Saturday Haiku #NaPoWriMo2017 #GloPoWriMo2017
Middle day of three
First death claimed him, settling debts
By third, He was free
Day 15 of Na/GloPoWriMo2017 falls on Easter Saturday, and the NaPoWriMo.net challenge is to write a poem that reflects on the nature of being in the middle of something.
It is Fulfilled #Holy Week #Good Friday Tanka
The Scriptures fulfilled
Thirst quenched with wine vinegar
Never forsaken
Jesus took on the world’s sin
His life and mission, complete
‘Behold my Son’
A dove descending,
As Heaven opened the skies –
A voice from above:
‘This is my Son, whom I love,
And with him I am well pleased.’
written in response to today’s prompt at The Daily Post, inspired by Matthew 3:16-17
BOP #NaPiWriMo2017 #GloPoWriMo2017
B orn under a cloud
O vercast by fear and doubt –
P aradise awaits
Day 11 of Na/GloPoWriMo2017 presents a prompt challenge too far (for the moment) from NaPoWriMo.net: : the Bop. The invention of poet Afaa Michael Weaver, the Bop is a kind of combination sonnet + song. Like a Shakespearan sonnet, it introduces, discusses, and then solves (or fails to solve) a problem. Like a song, it relies on refrains and repetition. In the basic Bop poem, a six-line stanza introduces the problem, and is followed by a one-line refrain. The next, eight-line stanza discusses and develops the problem, and is again followed by the one-line refrain. Then, another six-line stanza resolves or concludes the problem, and is again followed by the refrain.
My acrostic haiku presents a problem, develops it, and provides the solution in rather fewer words.
