A path goes by
Along a gas line bare.
Short grass grows or dies.
The pole stands alone.
Does the pole dream
of rows of poles
then phone calls
or perhaps electricity?
Does the pole wonder
why gas flows below
why a person walks by
why a truck dumps trash
why trees grow and die?
It’s just a pole.
It doesn’t care.
I walk on by
And probably forget.
Luscious vines spread wide
Branches trimmed fall far apart
Leaves withered, fire burns.
(John 15:1-8. Picture credit: Openclipart.org.)
Give the Creator the credit that’s due.
Since God is the maker, the builder, designer,
Our lifegiver, ruler, sustainer, refiner.
Learn of him
Tell of him
Give the creator the credit that’s due.
(With additional credit to Psalm 19 and Psalm 104. Featured image credit: Openclipart.org.)
Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick—
Steady constant beating drum.
Break your step, find peace.
(Featured image credit: Openclipart.org.)
Produce untold destruction,
And wondrous beauty.
The featured image is a Hubble Telescope image of Arp 148, the aftermath of two galaxies colliding.
False calm hides danger.
A rock breaks surface smoothness.
Ripples spread outward.
(Featured image credit: Openclipart.org. No aspersions are intended on the pond pictured!)
By strength you founded mountains high and grand.
You still the roaring seas and streams abate.
From dawn to dusk and dusk to dawn your hand
Brings forth rejoicing, glory crowns your gate.
Your awesome deeds, your valiant acts so great.
Sustain our life, and give your servants care.
A pathway to your temple you create,
All people walk within its pathways fair.
Iniquity, the deeds we sadly dare,
They overwhelm us, past our strength to face.
Yet you forgive us, take us in your care,
Providing joy and welcome in your place.
So praise to you will always be our song.
All glory, honor, strength to you belong.
(Image credit: Openclipart.org. Every so often I like to play with poetic forms. This one is trying to be a Spenserian sonnet. And no, I don’t imagine myself an actual poet.)
Faith sitting like stone
Floats in, energizing love
Filling lively rock
(Inspired by Galatians 5:6; James 2:17; 1 Peter 2:5.)
(Image elements courtesy of OpenClipart.org.)
One of the features of my Sunday School class is that we try to respond to the lesson of the day in the form of art, poetry, and stories. So what does one do with Ephesians 2 in terms of art?
I like to experiment, so I read up on Haiku (English forms) and decided to give it a try. I’ve read a bit of Haiku before, but I’ve never tried to write it that I recall.
So here’s my two attempts related to Ephesians 2.
Dying in the cold
Distant life-light given free
Being turns to meet
Dry growth failing, dead
Confusion to infusion
Fusion makes conclusion
Here are my more exegetical notes on the chapter Ephesians 2: The Radical Nature of the Gospel
I saw God’s shape
in tall oak tree
in lovely flower
in rising sun
when lightning glows
and lightens dark night sky.
I saw God’s shape
in falling branch
in faded bloom
in setting sun
when lightning strikes
and splits and burns and kills.
But did I truly see
(Copyright © 2012, Henry E. Neufeld)
or all of these?