An Acrostic for Theophany
Ephah was from where they came from, and it was a
Pilgrimage that they took, these Magi, carrying
Incense for His divinity and the
Precious metal of gold to
Honor His kingship. And finally, myrrh, to
Anoint His sacred body after being
Nailed to a tree.
Yeshua our Savior, is born! Alleluia!
Forgive me for forgetting
that every breath I take,
every morning that I awake,
every comfort and every ache,
are all a gift from You.
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What does silence know?
That bite of tongue can be so wise,
the loudness of heartbeats and sighs,
the blossom of creative tries;
this, does silence know.
That loneliness can be profound,
there’s peace away from things that pound,
God-whispers are a soothing sound;
this, does silence know.
I came across a poetry challenge posted on Today’s Little Ditty, founded by Michelle Heidenrich Barnes. She interviewed Joyce Sidman, who challenged readers to write a “deeper wisdom” poem. I’ve had an empty house with no one around the past few days, so silence asked me to write about her!
Woman in boat image from Pexels-Art House Studio
Look not to what is seen
for it is transitory.
But look to the unseen
for it’s eternal glory.
When a five-year-old looks at the blue sky and says, “that’s my favorite place to look for God,” he is seeking the unseen. And he is seeing a tiny shimmer of the glory of heaven here on earth.
This scripture poem, “Look Not,” was inspired by 2 Corinthians 4:18, as well as a five-year-old’s observation.
Good Friday Wounds
Wounds on his back
Wounds on his head
Wounds on his feet
For us, our Lord bled
Wounds on his hands
Wound in his side
He endured pain
And for us, he died
His grave wounds were
our sins he bore,
And his great love
Opened heaven’s door!
