In Christ Alone #easter #poetry

Who faithful carries burdens

who in love bore the cross

only one God’s Son

willingly paid the price

sin a heavy anchor

none can loose its chains

but by the eternal victor

 you are free from pain

why walk bent and broken

you can be set free

what a loving forfeit

Christ’s death on Calvary

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Sins willingly bore

Risen no grave could hold

Jesus paid sin’s price

 

 

Dry to the Bone #devotion #poetry #faith

desert rocks

A hand reaches up from the scorched earth

what life there was has been sucked dry

his lips can barely shape the words “Leper”

he once was young and alive

bounding like a lamb on green pastures

feet barely touched the earth for the glee

but somewhere upon the way

life took a horrible fee

it wasn’t all at once

leprosy of the heart is a slow disease

bit by bit the flesh fails

thirsting for what it can’t be

it clamors for more death

morality degrades and twists

eating the soul alive

each day vigor replaced with dust

even the desert has her moment

of color and vibrant day

you walk into the land of the forgotten

all there chose to fail and fade

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In Luke 17, there is a story of 10 lepers who are healed by Jesus. “Go, live life enjoy what you were losing,” The healer’s hands must have said.What he didn’t add, “Your leprosy is an external expression of the human condition.Without God, You will find yourself withering to dust again.” One of ten returned to praise the healer. Is it true then that only one in ten, on this earth, will thank God for his daily mercies? May it not be so for the desert is a dry,  life taking land.

“11 While He was on the way to Jerusalem, He was passing [a]between Samaria and Galilee. 12 As He entered a village, ten leprous men who stood at a distance met Him; 13 and they raised their voices, saying, “Jesus, Master, have mercy on us!” 14 When He saw them, He said to them, “Go and show yourselves to the priests.” And as they were going, they were cleansed. 15 Now one of them, when he saw that he had been healed, turned back, glorifying God with a loud voice, 16 and he fell on his face at His feet, giving thanks to Him. And he was a Samaritan. 17 Then Jesus answered and said, “Were there not ten cleansed? But the nine—where are they? 18 [b]Was no one found who returned to give glory to God, except this foreigner?” 19 And He said to him, “Stand up and go; your faith[c]has made you well.”

Luke 17:11-19

 

The Base of History #history #NWCU #WWUC #photography #poetry

Beneath the feet

there is a wall

hidden from most

reflecting the fall

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Once children were taught

words from the heart

when they did pass

is where it starts

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kept out of sight

tucked under the wall

there is a sickness

unbeknownst to us all

The word is Hate

it starts deep within

but as it lingers

it grows into sin

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like a plant

that like a weed must grow

it chokes out all reason

no goodness to show

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there peaking in the shadows

beneath cruel HATE

it’s lingering- WAR

by now it’s too late

for hate as it blossoms

will weave and will spin

diseased delusion

civilization’s end

Photography: “Column Base”, “Hate’s Shadow”, “Hate and War” copyright L. Moon 2012

This completed work consists of poetry and photography. I hope you feel the statement that is in response to the Wednesday Wake Up Call at New World Creative Union. The artist is asked to ponder: ” 1000 years back…1000 years forward….can you feel the weight of our evolution? Are we now prepared to learn from the lessons? Where do we go from here? Our planet is dying, our societies are struggling, the line between the have’s and have-not’s grows ever more defined. How did this happen…how do we change? ” Thanks to Natasha Head for the inspiration.