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April is all about poetry – Vol. 1, no. 17

 

 

 

As we continue through this series for the month of April, allowing our words to Glorify the Lord Jesus Christ and all that He has accomplished for us through His death on the cross at Calvary, we find even then, that our words just still don’t quite capture all that He did for us.  Even when we put pen to paper, as the ink dries, yet our hearts cry out to the One who can make all things right.  So for this series, here is no. 17 to now be included.

 

 

‘Spirit Wind’

Spirit Wind rushes through,

fills my cup, it overflows.

Desire builds to worship

with tongues of men and of angels.

Awed by words that magnify

with praise the wonderful

works of the One True God.

Spirit Wind rushes through,

fills my cup, it overflows.

It fires my soul to return

the love first given.

Peace settles over, fills

to capacity, to every height,

depth, and breadth and width.

Spirit Wind rushes through,

fills my cup, it overflows.

Anchored in a harbor of safety

in this storm tossed world.

The promise of the darkened

mirror removed, to see Christ Jesus

My Lord, as He is,  Face to Face.

Spirit Wind rushes through,

fills my cup, it overflows.

By Janice J. Robinson   © 1995

If you are a Christian poet in the Chicago area, at least for the month of April, this writer would like to make available to other poets a place to exhibit some of your poems. Please only submit your own original poems, since you can give permission to publish your work. You can contact this writer at poetess755@gmail.com. Your poems must glorify the Lord God, or His Son, the Lord Jesus Christ or the Word of God. God Bless you in your endeavors.

 

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April is all about poetry – Vol. 1, no. 16

Since this is the month for poetry, this writer extended an invitation to Chicago poets to submit their original written works of art if they so desired.  The power of the internet and social media is almost beyond belief, especially for someone who did not grow up with all of this wonderful technology, but saw the genesis of it all.  But I digress to be sure.  Apparently, the invitation made its way to the United Kingdom and so I present to my readers a true master of poetical mindscapes, Howard Trill.  Enjoy!

 

 

 

‘The Voice’

(Song of Solomon chapter 4)
The Lord brought me to pasture land and had me lay upon the ground. I was just one amongst a flock that from a mountain had tumbled down.
In this place I now lay still with crown upon my head. I was strong like Samson who could pull a temple to it’s knees. Yet I was in the presence of my Lord, whose voice was a gentle summers breeze. His breath brushed my hair and moved my crown aside. Then I heard.
You are beautiful my love. I see your gentle eyes at peace like a dove.
I was a stilled child cradled by its mother. His voice rhythmically washed every chamber of my heart – and I had no wish to share the one I loved with another.
Stay eat with me, your teeth are clean, taste pure milk my sustaining word.
I did not speak, for I was spoken too, and there was no desire to search for meaning, words were clear and clean like a pure spring. I had no reason to question truth, I heard his word, forceful, breaking over me as a roar, turbulent to those that do not believe, but for me welcome rain, fear relinquished and defeated pain.
Your lips are clean with my blood, and as he spoke he touched. His finger gently stroked my lips, I received a burning coal.
Praise you, I whispered, your voice has made me whole
Upon your neck I put faith, He said, so that you always keep sight of your Head.
I was transfixed, a higher place reached, a state within a dream, my feet and legs were heavy led.
I smiled innocently, knowing that I would never want to lose this mighty stag.
In Him, safety found, I sat in a place long reserved, a seat on a rocky crag.
You are beautiful, He spoke and covered me in myrrh and as I lay by his side, his voice had tamed my desires and I had no thought of flight.
Your breasts are beautiful, love and faith, perfection and light.
We stayed together, but time appeared short, each moment I wanted to trap and lock away.
I had much to ask, but before a word had past my lips, he gave me His hand and asked if I would come to a place where we could lay.
Upon the tops of mountains we strode. He took me to where Amana sprung from deep beneath the ground, I had no doubt of his love here in this place where a mighty river surged. His hand held mind,
You have touched my heart with one glance of your eye, He said, and my love for you is as pure as the snow upon the top of Senir.
I closed my eyes and we danced to the sanctuary on the peak of Hermon.
I heard the beasts growl from the slopes below.
You are safe my love, yet still a garden closed. Bring forth the water, then the streams flowed touching golden land, entwining tightly around His word,
Through trees and meadow and past orange groves, then beyond my sight, one river flowed. And along its banks spice and healing leaves were sowed.
If I be bold, I said to the one I loved, please let your Spirit blow. Breathe upon my garden. May we smell and sip the sweat spice of new wine.
Again he touched my face, even before you ask, I know.
Then my Lord was gone.
By Howard Trill  © 2012
 Reading, United Kingdom
Owner of ‘The Mandrake Path’

 

If you are a Christian poet in the Chicago area, at least for the month of April, this writer would like to make available to other poets a place to exhibit some of your poems. Please only submit your own original poems, since you can give permission to publish your work. You can contact this writer at poetess755@gmail.com. Your poems must glorify the Lord God, or His Son, the Lord Jesus Christ or the Word of God. God Bless you in your endeavors.

 

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April is all about poetry – Vol. 1, no. 15

Where would the modern poets be if not for those that went before us, such greats like Elizabeth Barrett Browning, W. B. Keats, and Thomas Moore.  A quote from the poet and theologian whose poem that this writer is about to showcase during National Poetry Month.  Denis has even been so kind to include this writer with a compliment such as follows:

We Irish know poetry, we are the wordsmiths of mankind, the heartbeat within the breast, and the soul given by God. To speak to all and then to move the mountains that are men’s minds toward their higher nature. We recognize one of our own in Janice Robinson, a dear fellow in a sacred art.

 

 

 

But words are things, and a small drop of ink, falling like dew upon a thought, produces that which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.

Lord Byron.

The following poem is that which Denis O’Callaghan Ph.D., Th.D. has submitted for inclusion in Volume 1 of  ‘April is all about poetry’ series.

‘The Celtic Connection’

A blast of Celtic music, A sound fossil from the past, Carried from a distant space To ear, through mouth, Through millennium of time, Tied his soul to a billion men, Of the same tribe, Of the same spirit, By some intangible thread.
By Denis O’Callaghan
© 2012

If you are a Christian poet in the Chicago area, at least for the month of April, this writer would like to make available to other poets a place to exhibit some of your poems. Please only submit your own original poems, since you can give permission to publish your work. You can contact this writer at poetess755@gmail.com. Your poems must glorify the Lord God, or His Son, the Lord Jesus Christ or the Word of God. God Bless you in your endeavors.

 

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April is all about poetry – Vol. 1, no. 14

 

 

April as has been noted has been selected to be the National Poetry Month.  Poetry is a venue that is rich for expressing your particular worldview.  Since this writer professes Christianity, this also is my worldview, and poetry gives a writer an artistic way to express such things.

Here is no. 14 in Vol. 1:

 

 

 

‘Master, Teach me’

Heartfelt cry wrenched

from my lips.  I didn’t

understand what I read.

I beseeched you,

Master, teach me.

Teach me like you taught

your disciples.  Show me

the path that I must walk.

Open the Scriptures to me

so that my heart burns within.

Master, teach me your will.

Instruct me as to the place

in your body that I

must occupy.  Command me

in which office I must perform.

Master, teach me.

By Janice J. Robinson   © 1995

 

If you are a Christian poet in the Chicago area, at least for the month of April, this writer would like to make available to other poets a place to exhibit some of your poems. Please only submit your own original poems, since you can give permission to publish your work. You can contact this writer at poetess755@gmail.com. Your poems must glorify the Lord God, or His Son, the Lord Jesus Christ or the Word of God. God Bless you in your endeavors.

 

 

 

 

 

April is all about poetry – Vol. 1, no. 12

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

While April is not the month that we honor our Mothers, yet my Mother loved to garden and she looked forward to getting out of the house every Spring, around mid-April to begin tending her flower gardens.  She also left her earthly house on April 13th to be with her Lord Jesus, her Savior and sprung into her new life.  So this poem was written for her in 1995 as this writer honored her Mother in a public venue at the Poet’s & Writers Literary Forum in Springfield, Illinois as we performed our literary works at Barnes & Noble Bookstore.  There is a truism that is fitting at all times,

            “Don’t give me flowers when I am dead, but give them to me while I yet live.”

 

‘Calyx of My Soul’

 

Cool green protects me.

Soft silk nestles against

my cheek. Sweet perfume

assails my nostrils.  I

never thought of you as

a guardian of my heart,

but an obstacle to growth.

Holding me in, restraining

my freedom

to be me.  But reality

shocks one to inner awareness

and a gentle awakening of

the harsh world

you spared me from.  Too

soon, your calyx fell away

and I was free to experience life in every shadow of

turning, every delicate

nuance, every dissonant

crashing.  Like waves

upon rocks, steadily

wearing away with time.

To you Mother, the

Calyx of my Soul, and

I, in my turn will

form a cool, green protective

shield for my new grown

buds that will one day

bloom into their

sweet maturity.

To you Mother, for the

sweet perfume you

left behind.  To you,

the

Calyx of my Soul.

 

By Janice J. Robinson     © 1995

 

If you are a Christian poet in the Chicago area, at least for the month of April, this writer would like to make available to other poets a place to exhibit some of your poems. Please only submit your own original poems, since you can give permission to publish your work. You can contact this writer at poetess755@gmail.com. Your poems must glorify the Lord God, or His Son, the Lord Jesus Christ or the Word of God. God Bless you in your endeavors.

April is all about poetry – Vol. 1, no. 11

April has its own ambience as we meander through the newly sprung greenery that nature provides every Spring.  Yet if we are not careful, it can be decimated by rough hands and rough feet.  Our planet needs to be taken care of by those whose hearts and minds are set upon this task.  It is not an easy task set forth by the Creator when He charged Adam and Eve to “tend the garden.”

 

 

‘Don’t Get in My Way!’

 

I don’t have the time to listen

to your puffed up rhetoric

of Utopian societies that don’t exist

except maybe the one that’s in your mind.

So don’t spew out to me your doomsday prophecies

your crime in the streets,

corpses under sheets,

children dying from bomb blasts through nurseries.

 

Don’t get in my way by deliberately placing

stones on my road.

Hoping I’ll give up and go away.

I know we’re living in a sick and dying nation

“without hope and without God” *

 

The world appears so serene

when looked

at from the moon.

But like any rare and

priceless porcelain figurine,

if you break it, you buy it!

 

But if you’re not going to help,

then

Don’t get in my way!

I think we just might need some more glue.

 

*Ephesians 2:12

 

By Janice J. Robinson

© 1995

 

If you are a Christian poet in the Chicago area, at least for the month of April, this writer would like to make available to other poets a place to exhibit some of your poems. Please only submit your own original poems, since you can give permission to publish your work. You can contact this writer at poetess755@gmail.com. Your poems must glorify the Lord God, or His Son, the Lord Jesus Christ or the Word of God. God Bless you in your endeavors.

April is all about poetry – Vol. 1, no. 10

This will be the no. 10 in this volume as the month of poetry  progresses.  Sometimes April is still too cold to really fetch out last  year’s thongs, shorts and tees.  But on warmer weekends, it is rather all too pleasant to sit out on the porch, eating last year’s home-made applesauce,  while watching the birds cavorting and playing in the wind, while books of poetry  lay half open waiting for your attention.  The following poem was  previously published by Kendall/Hunt Publishing in 1987 in their “Voices of  Native America. (Native American ideas, ideals, values and guides for  living).

‘The Balance’

I reach out – Feel – attempt to meet

That great essence of creation

That drips from the trees in early morning  dewdrops

Forming a pool of indigo blue depths

That mirror my soul.

I stand amongst the precariously hung cliffs of  snow

That hang in the balance of each yawning  precipice.

A too sudden or too careless motion

Will send the snow falling to the steep canyon  below

It will destroy all within its path

Crushing and extinguishing life in all its  forms

Very much the same, I muse, as we have done,

with the rape and pillage of our mother,

Our earthen mother we call home.

I see it all too clearly now

Only as we worship the Creator of all life

will we respect what He has made.

 

By Janice J. Robinson

Copyright 1996

If you are a Christian poet in the Chicago area, at least for the  month of April, this writer would like to make available to other poets a place  to exhibit some of your poems. Please only submit your own original poems, since  you can give permission to publish your work. You can contact this writer at poetess755@gmail.com.  Your poems must glorify the Lord God, or His Son, the Lord Jesus Christ or the  Word of God. God Bless you in your  endeavors.

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