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wilsonbob -> Desert Pondering (8/4/2008 9:49:33 PM)
I Wait If I write in chalk, It can be erased. If I write in ink, It can be shredded. When I look for permanence, I find transience. I bow before the changeless In my constantly changing body, With my constantly changing mind. I read that I was created "a little lower than the angels" Should "little lower" really read "death and decay?" I do not reach to the heavens to find You. I sink into myself I release all This brief interlude between two dusty fields And here, in my most hopeless, helpless, hapless estate I wait

wilsonbob -> God? (8/7/2008 9:46:17 AM)
God Am I using the wrong language? Am I sitting in the wrong position? Do you really prefer the King James translation? Did I accidentally breathe in through my mouth when I should have used my nose? Do I need a better devotional? Are you mad because I'm behind on my tithe? Have you left our church for the Presbyterian Church down the road? Did I hit a couple of sour notes in the last hymn we sang? Do you really know everything? If I let go, will you catch me? Are these all the wrong questions? Can a void hold all the answers? God?

wilsonbob -> Is the Still Water Still Still? (8/8/2008 6:55:03 AM)
Is the still water still still Where the tanager and the whippoorwill Serenade from willowy tendrils? Does that numinous fountain still flow Watering all the valleys below Becoming, in Your love, a lovely Bordeaux? Are Sacred songs still sung Are there praises from every tongue Is there a reachable final rung? In the dryness allowed by Your Will In the silence coming over the hills My soul sickly shrills "Is the still water still still?"

revbob4God -> RE: Is the Still Water Still Still? (8/8/2008 8:25:24 AM)
Still water runs deep.

Locke -> RE: Is the Still Water Still Still? (8/11/2008 5:16:26 PM)
I liked your poem, wilsonbob! I also couldn't help but answer each and every one of your questions in my head on the way down [:D] It's funny how frustrating it is to want to respond to something that isn't intended to hear your response, just to invoke it. I especially liked the line about the King James version. What a lie from the pit of hell that one is...

CherishedbyGod -> RE: Is the Still Water Still Still? (8/13/2008 7:58:47 PM)
wilsonbob, Are you alright? These are very deep and sorrowful meditations.... They are wonderful, btw....

wilsonbob -> RE: Is the Still Water Still Still? (8/15/2008 4:15:06 PM)
Thanks to all for your responses. I would say that I am on a fairly even keel now. These poems were written during a very dark period in my life coinciding with the death of my father in late 2006. The poems get more hopeful as you go along! wb

wilsonbob -> Desert Thought (8/15/2008 4:31:02 PM)
Desert Thought If I stand in the middle of a desert And look up Am I alone? Are there not cataracts of Living Water Forever reviving My soul? Is not the Bread of Heaven Manna-like Bestowed? Angelic voices Choir-like Intoned? A Cloud of Witnesses Fire-bright Shown? The desert does not divide God's own.

CherishedbyGod -> RE: Desert Thought (8/15/2008 5:04:23 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: wilsonbob Desert Thought If I stand in the middle of a desert And look up Am I alone? Are there not cataracts of Living Water Forever reviving My soul? Is not the Bread of Heaven Manna-like Bestowed? Angelic voices Choir-like Intoned? A Cloud of Witnesses Fire-bright Shown? The desert does not divide God's own. Lovely! And I am so grateful you are doing better....

wilsonbob -> God is Real (8/18/2008 4:44:05 AM)
I craved the raw I craved the real And in my zeal... I fell. Awaking to a pallored state Where shades of tempting tawdry tastes Contend as apples to my eye Portending shackles by-and-by. I choose the ruse and thus ensues The years of apple cores accrued But, hungry still, it's not the thrills For which my soul with longing trills. From somewhere deep within my shame I battle ghosts that stole the flame My Self is dealt a mortal blow I bleed, but freed, am free to know That God is raw And God is real And in my zeal... I kneel.

wilsonbob -> The Crux (8/24/2008 9:44:11 PM)
I, born into time, Seeking the timeless. God, timeless, Seeking to be born into time? I guess the crux of the matter Is the point where the paths cross.

wilsonbob -> Simpler Things (8/24/2008 9:46:06 PM)
Ontogeny recapitulates phylogeny I learned Years ago And so Embryology ate my theology Severed my cosmology and threw Me back to primordial stew Phew!! Over the years Well simmered But with vision dimmer Now catching a glimmer A hint An evanescent shimmer Of a moment sublime, A dimple in time, When God crossed the line And dined. I love the simpler things now A cat in the lap Opie and Aunt Bee A hymn sing. And those arguments so fine Just seem to resign 'Neath the bread and the wine.

wilsonbob -> Gentle Breeze (8/24/2008 9:49:28 PM)
On quiet, gentle breeze On quiet, mental seas His presence can be sensed As world from mind is rinsed. The present seems transcended His Presence now is blended With all within, without, Evicting every doubt. In vigilance I'm still, The vision sent fulfills A living lifelong quest, "Verbum caro factum est." ("The Word is made flesh.")

wilsonbob -> Hiccups and Hammertoes (8/26/2008 6:30:46 AM)
hiccups and hammertoes pieces of woe allowed by His will mishaps and mayhem produce consternation the throne is His still lewdness and lying the hungry are crying the guiltless are sighing there is no denying dying surrounded by pain immersed in despond hope drains faith wanes "saved by grace" hints of a place bespeaks a space untouched untorn where those who are crushed whose hopes have been hushed are sought, caught, bought... and born.

wilsonbob -> Cornucopia (8/27/2008 7:44:15 AM)
The Horn of Plenty, sounding out my name, A cornucopia of enticements Lady Fortune invites me to her game Promising the sought for enlightenment. "Come unto me," she calls in my distress "And you will find the comfort for your soul," But frosty fear pours forth from her caress So soft at first, but then like hangman's hold. Temptations oft come knocking at my door Some in disguise, and some with Fenris feet, They beckon and promise shimmering shores And Eden-like adventures oh so sweet. I hesitate, before I let them in, And in that space a cosmic war begins.

wilsonbob -> Trials (8/29/2008 6:56:16 AM)
The undertaking of tribulant trials Offered unto us in midst of our feast Aborting the comfort of circling smiles Catching our fancy when we hunger least. Clarion call from indigo forest Darkly inviting insistent mystique Bid of a hidden power, enormous, Invisibly pulled, now senses are piqued. Thus the journey of spirit is started Compass surrendered, defenses stripped bare, Sunk deep in streams with courage departed The veil of fantasy no longer there. On journey's ending we make our return But sunk deep inside us the Spirit burns.

wilsonbob -> Deep Calls to Deep (8/29/2008 11:05:31 PM)
Deep calls to deep The deep truth of the universe Calls to the deep thirst of my soul And, once awakened, There is no returning to the former Safe, predictable, well manicured life. The pull Of the Peace that passes understanding Is not pacified by peripheral pretenses Of devotion Commotion reigns and bearings lost Until the tossed Are delivered onto a shore Where, indeed, "All things are new."

wilsonbob -> God's Rainbow (9/13/2008 8:16:05 AM)
arcing across the millennia a beautiful rainbow of colors all of the Adams all of the Eves streams of humanity streaming from that first moment of Eden consciousness taken out of a corrupted world rendered incorruptible delivered into the City of Gold now locked together in endless Life celebration before the Throne awash in Blood fanned by Flames completion of the Trinity vision in fullness of time sublime I believe in an omnipotent, everlasting Heavenly Father who is ready and willing to distil and transform a corrupted world to an incorruptible spiritual adventure where there is no remembrance of sin and no reason for shame. Where all of the Adams and all of the Eves streaming over the millennia from that first moment of Eden consciousness are locked in a joyful act of Life celebration before the throne of the Heavenly Father, awash in the blood of the Risen Lamb, fanned by the flames of the Holy Spirit, thereby bringing to completion the vision of the Holy Trinity that was present at the dawn of time.

wilsonbob -> "Thy Will Be Done" (9/17/2008 4:50:22 PM)
"Thy will be done," The words hung Heavy in air... Despair. Resignation Designation The ONE to bear the sin... Chagrin. Head is bowed Followers cowed Course is set... Bereft. Cross is borne Flesh is torn Side is rent Life is spent... Lament. Within the womb Of earthly tomb Death is reversed Dissolved, the curse, New Life walks out People shout And praise the Lord... Accord. Celebration Of all creation Of what had seemed A broken dream With darkened themes... Redeemed. Sustaining joy Now employed Ages pass And times amass The body of Christ Below and above Immersed in Love And like a dove The Word is spread 'til like He said... "It is finished."

wilsonbob -> Ressurrection Intersection (9/17/2008 5:15:35 PM)
Where dry, parched ground meets gentle rain That softly falls and thus sustains Potential life awaiting there Silent seeds whose souls are bare. Where aching heart meets gentle hand That dries the tears and understands The dark side of our journey here A world that's rife with doubt and fear. Where searching mind meets gentle clues That light the path beyond the ruse That tries to hold our vision here While all around the skies are clear. Where crossbar meets supporting post Whereupon the Lord of Hosts Delivered up His Holy Ghost For what He truly treasured most. This intersection lives inside A peaceful place where love abides And powers up and jolts awake Our souls to never ending grace.

susangopher2 -> RE: Simpler Things (9/17/2008 5:45:11 PM)
I just found the writers forum and I was also concerned for you when I started reading the first of your entries... So glad you are doing "better" but do continue your search for the One True God through Jesus Christ.... I had to laugh at your Simpler Things- reminds me of how I came to know Christ! I was a Biology major at a liberal arts college and heavily innoculated with the evolution idea[:'(]. Then in a period of despair God reminded me that all life began by His Spoken Word and it was then that I understood how badly I needed a Savior.... God is so Gracious and Merciful! I hope you are enjoying a wonderful relationship with Him[:D] Keep Writing and God Bless You!

wilsonbob -> RE: Simpler Things (9/18/2008 4:00:58 PM)
Hi Susan, Thanks for your comments. So glad that you discovered the Love of God in your despair as well. I think that is a fairly common experience among Christians. I recall a quote (I'm sorry that I can't recall the author's name) regarding this: "In the midst of winter I found an endless summer." Take care, wb

wilsonbob -> The Vine (9/19/2008 6:49:55 AM)
The stone was rolled away that day As a spray A sprig A little twig Made its way into the world. Thus unfurled a plot A plan To scan for every fallow, fertile heart And band them all together With strands from a single vine. In time Well coalesced and blessed And pressed into every nook and cranny It seemed uncanny But true That the root stretched back to that empty tomb, From which it grew, And even further back in time Into the sublime Where the heart of the Father First reached out to yours and mine.

CherishedbyGod -> RE: Ressurrection Intersection (9/19/2008 1:58:54 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: wilsonbob Where dry, parched ground meets gentle rain That softly falls and thus sustains Potential life awaiting there Silent seeds whose souls are bare. Where aching heart meets gentle hand That dries the tears and understands The dark side of our journey here A world that's rife with doubt and fear. Where searching mind meets gentle clues That light the path beyond the ruse That tries to hold our vision here While all around the skies are clear. Where crossbar meets supporting post Whereupon the Lord of Hosts Delivered up His Holy Ghost For what He truly treasured most. This intersection lives inside A peaceful place where love abides And powers up and jolts awake Our souls to never ending grace. This is incredibly beautiful, Bob....Thank you for sharing it with us...

wilsonbob -> RE: Ressurrection Intersection (9/21/2008 12:00:42 AM)
Thanks Cherished!

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