Category: Other Poetry

In Catholic faith you cannot pick and choose—
Decide from here and there what you believe—
For truth won’t let you any of it lose
But will not stop until you can receive
The picture whole in rainbow-colored paint
Across the sky– appears by Father’s Word
From Father, breathes His Spirit with no taint
Of sin or Devil cast by Michael’s sword
From heaven to our earth to havoc wreak–
Is here defeated by the Cross as sword
Of Him who hearts on earth forever seek
To bow before to worship and adore:
The Son who comes in ‘guise of bread and wine,
To give His Body, Blood from Living Vine. 

The winds and waves of culture clash
Against the Rock that’s Peter’s Bark,
But Satan’s hopes are always dashed
For Catholic Church is Noah’s Ark.

That Bark sails through the storms that blow
Toward dawn, the other side of night,
With compass fixed on distant glow–
Takes courage in this glorious fight.

For glory is that light ahead
That beckons her to “follow me,”
And glow of dawn is His Blood Red
Poured out for us upon a Tree.

And then we see that Bark is made
From wood of Cross on Calv’ry raised,
And supper on that Bark is laid
Of Body, Blood for our life paid.

Then storm abates, and we can smell
The sweetness of our New World’s air;
A World is saved from Satan’s hell
Through “Yes” brought Rose from Lily Fair. 

O Lord, Your glory never fades,
Unites eternity and time,
Appears in us when we obey
And You say to each one “You’re mine!”

When we Your glory on earth taste
Assured we are it’s You who’re here,
For in Your time You’re never late
And come to cast away our fear.

Then in each face we glory see
In all who’re in Your image made
And know one day we’ll be sin free,
Delivered from Old Eden’s shade. 

With gratitude come fill my heart
     And drive away my pride;
By Spirit, come, to me impart
     The death for me Christ died.

For in His death my pride is killed,
     And I am emptied out
That gratitude may my heart fill
     To cast away my doubt.

Our doubt by pride is always fed
     As Adam testifies,
And Satan’s pride in Adam led
     To fruit by which he died.

But Jesus in humility
     Our gratitude restores;
Filled with His fruit from His Cross Tree
     Our spirit with Him soars.    

For us, O Lord, You bend Your bow
     And shoot Your arrows straight–
Hit Adam’s heart where we each sow
     Our death that is our fate.

With love is every arrow tipped–
     Will hit each heart and heal
And loosen in us Satan’s grip
     Who tried to each heart steal.

Those arrows will not be withdrawn,
     For Your love never leaves–
Will open us to coming dawn
     And to our full reprieve.

We see Your bow across the sky
     And know our storms have passed,
For to us all you’re always nigh:
     Our future with You lasts. 

Come in my heart and be my guest;
I need Your Resurrection here,
For You know what for me is best,
And there You will make Your will clear.

I long for wisdom You can give—
To see the beauty of Your “all”—
And where I in Your beauty live,
My life’s beyond a funeral pall.

Your Word speaks truth to open ears,
Brings wisdom on your Spirit’s wind,
And life beyond Your grave is near
As we see what has always been.

For earth is now Your ante-room
Where we’re prepared for life beyond;
We leave behind the Devil’s gloom,
And to our sin You say, “Begone!”

For Your “all” has no place for sin
Or punishment for sin, our death,
For old through death is born again,
And we live on Your Spirit’s breath. 

Her “Yes” to Gabriel opened wide the gate
To Paradise once barred by angel’s sword
And saved us from the Devil’s lonely fate–
Refused to say Christ Jesus is our Lord.

And now the Virgin’s womb is open door
For Him to enter us and take us in
To Paradise where those with spirits poor
Will live in Him and will be born again.

On Blood and Body we will on Him feast
At Father’s Table that’s by Spirit laid,
Where she who is the first is not the least–
Presides with Mother’s smile, dispels our shade.

At last the angel lays his sword aside,
nd we in Eden’s Garden New abide.

O Lord, with fury please don’t fill Your lips
Or let Your tongue condemn without reprieve,
Though all the world through us in sin has slipped
On venom of the one whose fangs deceive.

Come, save us, though our sin with You must die
And who we are arise with You from grave
To never more again believe the lie
Of him who lives in dark and not Your day.

And then through us Your world create anew
Where sunset always points to coming dawn,
As in each one Your glory we can view
And know to You we always will belong.

That venom from those fangs will never kill
Those saved through You who died on Calvary’s hill. 

You let me walk on wings of Wind
Breathed from You, Father, through Your Son,
To see, as newly You begin
Creation born through vict’ry won.

For You through Son re-make all things—
By Him You made Creation first—
And His humility He brings
As Adam New to quench our thirst.

In Adam Old we chose to lose
Our freedom found in righteousness–
Surrendered we to Satan’s bruise,
And with it comes our helplessness.

But You restore our power to choose,
And Jesus is the choice we make;
With Mary, we do not refuse
The Wind that comes to our thirst slake.

And as I walk on Spirit’s wings,
Through water walk and then am fed;
With angels, all baptized then sing|
As Body, Blood raise us from dead. 

A Stranger comes within my heart;
     He’s girded with a towel,
Pours water on my inward parts
     And scrapes them with a trowel.

The scraping hurts, and I feel dead,
     For my old self is gone;
There falls upon me holy dread
     For what my sin has done.

Within I feel another splash—
     My sin is washed away
And with it Devil’s work is dashed
     As Jesus has His way.

Then His third splash within me seals
     The life of Trinity;
Inside the wipe of towel I feel,
     And He has set me free.