sin

Maelstrom of Fire

Is this desperation’s last breath
Or surrender’s first fatal sigh,
Looking the firestorm in the eye?
Seeing its heart, its depth and breadth,
Its maelstrom flames embracing death;
Pain remains the last sensation,
Smoke-seared final desolation;
Leaving no charring dream unscorched –
Embers turned to cinders, a torched
Future… lost in immolation

Written following Ronovan’s Weekly Decima Challenge on RonovanWrites – #05 “Eye”

Judgement Day

A time will come called Judgement Day,
Too late to turn toward the Light;
Realise then you’ve lost the fight,
Too late to sink to knees and pray,
As yokes of sin on those left weigh
Darkest evil -terrible, great –
Will enslave, cast down… decimate…
None may know the hour, none know when –
Be warned, be wise, for until then
It’s not yet writ… there is no fate.

Written following Ronovan’s Weekly Decima Challenge on RonovanWrites – #05 “Mate”

The Nature of Man and God

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.

From Harmony to Sacrilege

Original deep harmony
Fallen into discord
Sinful rebel homogeny
Disregarding God’s Word

Oppressive world hegemony
Promotes rich privilege
Merciless sociology
Man’s selfish sacrilege

written in response to today’s prompt at The Daily Post

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”

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

He Bore our Sins

He bore our sins
On his own body,
Upon the cross
By his manifold wounds;
That we may be healed,
He died man’s death;
Yet victorious arose
That we might live again;
Cleansed, renewed in faith, and
Cloaked in His righteousness.

written in response to today’s prompt at The Daily Post, and inspired by 1 Peter 2:24

Symptoms of a Fallen World

Hate crime and terror,
Symptoms of a fallen world,
Dead and decaying;
In direst need of Jesus,
Our hearts must welcome Him in

written in response to today’s prompt at The Daily Post

Lord,
comfort those you mourn,
those in pain,
those who suffer
and convict the hearts of those
whose hatred knows no bounds