From my body

After 2 Samuel7:1-17 

From my body 

will come 

the offspring 

who will lead

a kingdom.

His throne

will be set

forever.

He will be

disciplined, but

he will be loved 

always and forever. 

And through him,

my house will be 

established

forever and

all time. 

My throne

will last 

forever. And 

I know this

because he

has promised.

 

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Some Friday Readings

 

Prayer for Traversing the Eye – poem by Laura Reece Hogan at Kingdom Poets (D.S. Martin).

 

The Challenge of Choosing Between Bitter and Better – Seth Lewis.

 

Civility: Reading Each Other – Sarah Skwire at The Imaginative Conservative.

 

My Father – poem by Paul Wittenberg. 

Lament for a friend

After 2 Samuel 1:17-27 

The brother of his soul

lies fallen on the field

of battle, fallen along

side his father, both

struck down, bodies

now becoming one

with dust. He sings

his song of grief

for his friend, the one

who loved him even

knowing he would

take his place. He

remembers the kindness,

always shown; he

remembers the love,

always extraordinary,

always faithful, always

expressed. He remembers

the love and he weeps

for the loss, the loss

of the friend

who loved him.

 

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Some Friday Readings

 

On the Holy Spirit’s Wondrous Consolation – poem by Catharina Regina von Greiffenberg at Kingdom Poets (D.S. Martin).

 

A Might Fortress – poem by Brian Yapko at Society of Classical Poets.

 

Poetry Friends, Jody Collins – Megan Willome. 

 

5 Poems I’m Memorizing – Jonathan Threlfall. 

Lament for a persecutor

After 2 Samuel 1:17-27 

The wind breathes,

and the flower’s petals

fall and turn brown,

withering into dust.

The mighty one

the king who persecuted

and sought the death

of the anointed one,

the king lies fallen

on the field,

the battle over,

his final battle fought.

The king lies fallen,

dead, uncelebrated,

and so the anointed one

sounds his lament,

his song of sadness

and grief for the fallen

shield, the king lying

dead. He celebrates

his life, he mourns

his death, paying him

the honor he was due.

 

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Some Sunday Readings

 

Homebound – poem by Jeffrey Essmann at Society of Classical Poets.

 

A Song of Joy in a Moment of Sadness: A Friend of C.S. Lewis Goes Home – Joseph Pearce at The Imaginative Conservative.

 

Change – poem by Jody Collins at Poetry & Made Things. 

 

Our godless era is dead – Paul Kingsnorth at UnHerd.