Untitled
by Marcus Regan
Does the creation know that it worships its maker?
I wonder
In the Spring the wild flowers put on their best dresses
The dresses they have waited all winter just to wear again
So that they might dance as the bloom before Beauty
For Beauty evokes beauty
In the Fall, trees scream bold praises of red and gold
In a language I sometimes wish I spoke
And then lay down their colorful crowns
For a Crown begets a crown
Deafening is the sound of a forest alive
Doing what it does just to bless your eyes
It is no decision of the stream's to dance
And the needles took no counsel to cover the earth
And give off their sweet fragrance of pine
A response your presence evoked
An unstoppable hallelujah
Because you are near
Great is your gravity.
It made the prophets fall down as though dead
The trees turn colors of red
The wild flowers dance in their beds
The sun lay down and raise
A daily display of new colors
Like a poem that is new each time it is read
We cannot help but praise you
When your beauty is on display
Set it before my eyes Lord
Set it before my eyes
And I will adore you
Like the flowers and the trees
Like the sunrise and the sunset
like the honeycomb and the stream
Yes they all worship
But do they know?
Only Beauty can make that which is beautiful
A sweet smell that tells only of the sweeter
A bright color that tells only of the brighter
A strong wind that speaks only of the stronger
I want to blossom like the flower
Dance like the stream
Be fragrant like the pine
Set like the sun and raise the same
All for you, before you, in you, oh King
By Marcus Regan
Inspired by My Romance by Rick Pino
The Lonely One
by Brian Holda
Inspired from Mark 14:27-32
His heart is fire;
His gaze a sword.
His arms are open.
And He says, "Come."
But, "We all like sheep have turned away."
We said with Peter,
He looked away.
He knew.
We didn't.
The light would grow dark.
The night, cold.
We would forget.
We would fall.
One by one -
Everyone.
He would stay standing,
Alone.
And He'd remember everything,
And would see us later,
With our eyes laying on the floor,
While His eyes never left us.
And through shared tears,
He would say:
"Love keeps no record of wrongs."
I wonder
In the Spring the wild flowers put on their best dresses
The dresses they have waited all winter just to wear again
So that they might dance as the bloom before Beauty
For Beauty evokes beauty
In the Fall, trees scream bold praises of red and gold
In a language I sometimes wish I spoke
And then lay down their colorful crowns
For a Crown begets a crown
Deafening is the sound of a forest alive
Doing what it does just to bless your eyes
It is no decision of the stream's to dance
And the needles took no counsel to cover the earth
And give off their sweet fragrance of pine
A response your presence evoked
An unstoppable hallelujah
Because you are near
Great is your gravity.
It made the prophets fall down as though dead
The trees turn colors of red
The wild flowers dance in their beds
The sun lay down and raise
A daily display of new colors
Like a poem that is new each time it is read
We cannot help but praise you
When your beauty is on display
Set it before my eyes Lord
Set it before my eyes
And I will adore you
Like the flowers and the trees
Like the sunrise and the sunset
like the honeycomb and the stream
Yes they all worship
But do they know?
Only Beauty can make that which is beautiful
A sweet smell that tells only of the sweeter
A bright color that tells only of the brighter
A strong wind that speaks only of the stronger
I want to blossom like the flower
Dance like the stream
Be fragrant like the pine
Set like the sun and raise the same
All for you, before you, in you, oh King
By Marcus Regan
Inspired by My Romance by Rick Pino
The Lonely One
by Brian Holda
Inspired from Mark 14:27-32
His heart is fire;
His gaze a sword.
His arms are open.
And He says, "Come."
But, "We all like sheep have turned away."
We said with Peter,
"'Til death! We'll be faithful!"
Because we looked at Him and thought,How can we not?
He smiled.He looked away.
He knew.
We didn't.
The light would grow dark.
The night, cold.
We would forget.
We would fall.
One by one -
Everyone.
He would stay standing,
Alone.
And He'd remember everything,
And would see us later,
With our eyes laying on the floor,
While His eyes never left us.
And through shared tears,
He would say:
"Love keeps no record of wrongs."
No comments:
Post a Comment