I Will Not Rhyme Today 

 

“I will not rhyme today”,
    I said.
But words keep creeping 
through my head. 

They dance in there
        with meter’d rhyme,
And prance about 
       while keeping time.

The rhythm seems
    not set by me ,
But has it’s own
vitality:

And when I set on
    other things
The poem inside my head
   still rings.. 

I dare not fight
     this metric flood;
It seems I’m wired this way
   by God,

And ‘though I  prose-ish
    try to be,
Poetic songs still
             ring through me.

(despair not for my plight; I’m at work today…words of hope to come)

…Some sing or dance
to praise our Lord
Some tell His news
   with mighty word;

Whatever’s given you
to do,
Give all your heart
    and see it through,

If priest or dancer,
      nurse or bard,
From city press
    or Scotland’s Yard

Give worship as you
     give your all
And this way daily
serve His Call.

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 …you created my inmost being;
       you knit me together in my mother’s womb.(Ps 139:13)

Whatever you do, (do it) heartily, as for the Lord and not for men, 
 knowing that from the Lord you will receive the inheritance as your
reward. You are serving the Lord Christ. (Col 3:23+24)

 

 

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I Will Not Rhyme Today 

 

“I will not rhyme today”,
    I said.
But words keep creeping 
through my head.

 

They dance in there
        with meter’d rhyme,
And prance about 
       while keeping time.

The rhythm seems
    not set by me ,
But has it’s own
vitality:

And when I set on
    other things
The poem inside my head
   still rings..

(despair not for my plight; I’m at work today…words of hope to come)

SEE ABOVE..ie, Next Post

 

 

 

 

   

Saw this in my folks’ yard this morning, and couldn’t resist the “photo op”.

blessings…Jim

 

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BEAUTIFUL DAY! No exaggeration….it’s just like my background pic here….. perfect.

This Saturday, breathe in…..slowly exhale….and rest in the fact that God loves you more than

you can ever comprehend, and like the prodigal’s father, ever waits for you to “come home”.

 

“For surely I know the plans I have for you, says the LORD, plans for your welfare and not for harm,

to give you a future with hope. Then when you call upon me and come and pray to me, I will hear you.

When you search for me, you will find me; if you seek me with all your heart.”  ( Jeremiah 29:11-13 )

Breathe in slowly…exhale slowly, and  rest in His love today.
(while you listen to one of the “longing for home”
songs I’ve put in the music player)

blessings on you all…Jim

 

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Here’s another of the songs from that album…it’s entitled, “Consider The Lilies”.
I thought about using actual lily photos…but thought this that I took last fall de-
monstrates the glory God readily bestows on His world just as well.

 

 

“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes?  Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?  Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?  ”And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin.  Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these.  If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?  So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’  For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them.  But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well”. (Mt 6:25-34)

I recently discovered the availability of some music I hadn’t heard for
many years…now on CD, rather than the original vinyl. In the early (VERY early)
70′s I was new at this relationship with The Lord, and also learned that worship
could be an interactive event; with music from the heart. I was in the midst of the
Catholic Charismatic Renewal, and thousands were learning the same thing.

I was deeply moved to hear one song in particular, “For You Are My God”,
based on Psalm 16, which was and still is very special to me,and decided to share
it with you…I hope you find it meaningful.

For You Are My God
John B. Foley, S.J.

(Chorus)
For you are my God;
You alone are my joy;
Defend me, oh Lord.

You give marvelous comrades to me;
The faithful who dwell in Your land
Those who choose alien gods
Have chosen an alien band.

(Chorus)

You are my portion and cup
It is You that I claim for my prize
Your heritage is my delight
The lot You have given to me.

(Chorus)

Glad are my heart and my soul
Securely my body shall rest
For You will not leave me for dead
Nor lead Your beloved astray

(Chorus)

You show me the path for my life
In Your presence the fulness of joy
To be at Your right hand forever
For me would be happiness always.

(Chorus)

 

Psalm 16 (New King James)

  
 1 Preserve me, O God, for in You I put my trust.
         
 2 O my soul, you have said to the LORD,
         “You are my Lord,
         My goodness is nothing apart from You.”
 3 As for the saints who are on the earth,
         “They are the excellent ones, in whom is all my delight.”
         
 4 Their sorrows shall be multiplied who hasten after another god;
         Their drink offerings of blood I will not offer,
         Nor take up their names on my lips.
         
 5 O LORD, You are the portion of my inheritance and my cup;
         You maintain my lot.
 6 The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places;
         Yes, I have a good inheritance.
         
 7 I will bless the LORD who has given me counsel;
         My heart also instructs me in the night seasons.
 8 I have set the LORD always before me;
         Because He is at my right hand I shall not be moved.
         
 9 Therefore my heart is glad, and my glory rejoices;
         My flesh also will rest in hope.
 10 For You will not leave my soul in Sheol,
         Nor will You allow Your Holy One to see corruption.
 11 You will show me the path of life;
         In Your presence is fullness of joy;
         At Your right hand are pleasures forevermore.

The Emerald King

 

I met a handsome chap today
       bedecked in brilliant green,
and thought that moment to myself
       that I had never seen

a king or potentate so garbed
       becrowned in jeweled chair
who ever wore a royal robe 
       which to this could compare.

The fellow acted unaware;
       as if he felt quite plain,
though mighty men with such attire
       would certainly be vain.

I understand his humble air,
       ‘though some might find it odd;
His raiment was not bought with gold,
       but given him by God.
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  Then Jesus said to his disciples: “Therefore I tell you,
do not worry about your life, what you will eat; or about your
body, what you will wear… Consider how the lilies grow.
They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even
Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of
these.”  ( Luke 12:22-40)

 

                                                     Blessed Wednesday, All

                                                              Jim

                                                 Mary…A Mother’s Magnificat

 

 

                                                    Oooooooh God

                                      Oh God

                Oh Lord my God!

What’s this new thing You’ve done?
                          Past trials and tears
                                          And all my fears

                                 You’ve given back my Son!

 

The Son, oh Lord
          They took from me

                           In death;
                                          three days ago.

          He’d told us once,of Jonah’s sign

                           But Lord

                                      How could we know?

 

Oh Lord, my God
                      Oh mighty God

                           What wonders You have done!
                                                     Through blood and pain
                                                                     which poured like rain

                                   You’ve given us Your Son.

 

The grave now has no power, Lord;
                      And death has lost it’s sting

                                 This precious Son

                                                Your Kingdom’s gained

                                                              Oh, let Hosannahs ring!

          Praise you my God

                          Sweet Father God

                                              What victory You’ve won!

                       You’ve blessed the cross;
                                     Made gain from loss,

                                                 And raised up Christ, your Son!
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And Mary said, “My soul magnifies the Lord,  and my spirit rejoices in
                            God my Savior, … for the Mighty One
has done great things for me, and holy is his name.” (Luke 1:46-49)

 

  (If you’re interested in reading the first of this two-part piece {Mary’s Lament..below}
   with it’s own music, just click “stop” on the musicplayer on the left side of this page,
   and click on the music link I’ve added in the top of the box with “Mary’s Lament “.)

 

  ( click on the link below, after stopping the default music player, to hear the music for this poem)

      http://www.freewebtown.com/jimmish/library/audio/04%20Still%20Her%20Little%20Child.wma

            Mary’s Lament

 

  OH GOD !                                                                                             

 

 

                                                                       Oh God

                                   

                    Oh Lord, my God.

Lord, look on what they’ve done!

         With cruel spikes and
                                 razor’d pike
                                          they’ve pierced my precious Son.

 

The Son, oh God, You gave to me
                                      In myst’ry long ago;

   so loved by men
               Yet so betrayed;
                               this Son Who loved them so.

 

Oh God, my God
               Dear Lord my God

Do You see what they’ve done?

With cruel thorns
                   and lash’s scorn
                             they’ve torn this precious Son.

 

He poured out tender mercies;
                               He healed,
                                         and showed them grace.
Oh, Father God, within His eyes
                           E’en children found Your face.

 

                 Oh God, my God
                                     Sweet Father God 
Lord,  look at what they’ve done:
                           With dripping sneers
                                             and raucous jeers

                                         they’ve pierced this wondrous Son.

 

I’d ask , my Lord,
              for all Your pow’r
                              to crush them with Your voice;

                but this Son’s made it clear this path
                                                 is taken by His choice.

                 

 Oh God
                                   Oh God

                                                      Oh, Lord my God.

Lord, look at what they’ve done.

                            With blinded sight
                                                        and souls of night

                                                    they’ve crucified

                                                                                        Your Son.
                                      

                                                                                                                                                                       ©copyright 2006 james a. smallish 

                       “Jesus’ mother……stood at the foot of the cross.”   John 20:25

 

 

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