By George on Jan 28, 2010 in Featured, Poetry, Weekly Blog | comments(0)
I hear the roar of the twenties. The engines are starting.
The teens are parting. The flame burned the old frame.
Bring in the new. The new catalogue of creativity.
Not idly stting by, but waiting to be revealed
as high-flooten and well-heeled.
Watch out drama junkies! Drama mama is energized.
No longer pragmatized. No longer flower child
but bloomin freaking girl gone wild!
I wrote this for my daughter Sarah on her 20th birthday in 2005. Reading her blog http://sarahhartsu.blogspot.com/ today and seeing her fresh burst of creativity brought this to mind.
By George on May 20, 2009 in Poetry, Weekly Blog | comments(1)
As I watch the parade
passing my point of view
by faith of Christ
the reverse is true.
What has passed
is ahead and history.
What’s behind
is yet to come
and energizes me.
Worry of the future
that by faith is history,
such faith frees from
demands to see.
Guilt and shame residue
by sight, the past.
By faith, what appears behind,
now yet to come as the parade.
what’s first has become last.
By George on May 2, 2009 in Poetry, Weekly Blog | comments(0)
Frozen in my tracks, fearful of frostbite. Now still, though with fright.
Figment of imagination or Spirit-led hesitation?
Did Lot have the same fear? A lot like me?
How else comes hesitation so an angel draws near?
A fear turning holy inspiring courage, but slowly.
As I lift my hand feeling the gentle tug,
increasing in strength becoming the Father’s hug.
By George on Apr 23, 2009 in Poetry, Weekly Blog | comments(0)
Blue Angels, Blue Angels, what is meant
flying helmut to helmut by one consent?
A metaphor of Zephaniah 3:9?
How do I learn to get in line?
Am I under the Father
or is He under me?
Do I receive the blue of eternity?
Are these questions from you
or they coming from me?
Blue Angels, Blue Angels, I now know
that to get in line let the Father show.
It’s his lap, the lap of luxury.
By his hug is it revealed to me.
By George on Apr 19, 2009 in Poetry, Weekly Blog | comments(1)
Am I loved by the one I’m with?
Is that just another myth?
I’m trying to love the one I’m with.
From where does this trying come?
Just a beating of my own drum?
A drum with no divine sound
causing the gentle Voice to drown?
I hear “Love the one you’re with.”
Is this performance of a myth?
The beat of the Father’s heart, faintly heard.
Feasting on everythting short of His word.
Is the thought to perform so absurd?
It is finished! I once heard.
Forgotton is my first Love,
the One as gentle as a dove.
Love me so to receive
what I’m led to believe.
Luke 13:22-27
By George on Apr 6, 2009 in Poetry, Weekly Blog | comments(0)
Opening the door that I may see
You’re the One who’s guiding me.
Setting me free from myself
removing me from the dusty shelf.
Sending me forth by your word
speaking what in the past was heard.
The truth about your redeeming Son
who reveals You are the only One,
the true living God who sent his Son.
I opened the door partially.
Could it be a smile I see?
Is the light in your Son
a smile upon me?
Yes! By the smile
it’s You I see.
Guide me.
Revelation 3:20
By George on Aug 10, 2008 in Featured, Poetry, Weekly Blog | comments(1)
The great attempt,
putting God in a box,
the mind lustfully
flirting with the heart,
forcing the heart to take
the beautifully masked punches.
But our head begins to hurt
from the heart’s wounds.
The sore hands of the mind
from trying to wrap itself
around the Infinite,
finally pull back,
now, too tender.
Without tenderness
there is no understanding.
Job 17:2-4
By George on May 2, 2008 in Poetry, Weekly Blog | comments(0)
Someone I had just met by phone asked me to watch the movie Flicka starring Tim McGraw. She identified, as did Katy the cowgirl in the movie, with the free and untamed, yet deeply aware and sensitive Mustang that she named Flicka . After our three hour phone call, I rented the movie and watched it that night.
In a follow-up e-mail I mentioned that our phone call revealed that she has an intuitive imagination that many lose due to wounds, shattered expectations, or heartbreak from their youth. Not surprisingly, there was a great example from a scene in the movie she recommended. Continued
By George on Mar 7, 2008 in Poetry, Weekly Blog | comments(0)
Driving myself insane trying to be good.
Actually thought I could.
A mind surrendered is life and peace.
My faith, without cease, self-generating increase
came not from just from having heard.
But hears perfectly timed words.
By faith of Christ,
freedom from what I would.
Not doing only what I could.
No longer “I should”
or knock on wood.
I’m free to be
what I see that He
made fearfully
wonderfully me.
Whole, no goody-goody.
Psalm 86:5
By George on Feb 15, 2008 in Poetry, Weekly Blog | comments(1)
Deep calls calls to deep
As I create prosperity and disaster.
So which above is the jar of alabaster?
What seemed as waste by one summation
was transformed by grace
into worship and admiration. Matthew 26:6-10
