Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts

Sunday, April 10, 2022

The necessary death


After Luke 23:32-49
 

It had to be, this death,

mandated by heaven.

The innocent nailed

to the tree, placed

between thieves,

listens to them

mocking, gambling

for his clothes,

the elites ridiculing

him, telling him

to save himself,

the soldiers mocking,

telling him to save

himself, and the thief,

mocking, telling him

to save himself, only 

the remaining thief

understanding the death

was necessary, asking 

to be remembered.

 

The darkness comes

like a wrathful storm. 

The curtain rips, a sign

of departure, He speaks

his last, commending

himself into his father’s

hands. And it is done.

It is finished.

It is accomplished,

this necessary death.

 

Photograph by Joshua Fuller via Unsplash. Used with permission.

Sunday, August 2, 2020

Living to the law


After Romans 7:1-6

Living to the law
is abiding in death,
for the way of the law
is the way of death,
the path to oblivion.

The law brings knowledge,
like the bite of the apple, and
it brings passions, and
passions take control and
command us to death.

Released from the law,
our chains broken and
cast aside, we walk in
a new way, the new way
of that Holy Wind.

Who knew?

Photograph by George Hodan via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.

Friday, July 31, 2020

The law of death


After Romans 7:1-6

We chafe at is restrictions,
its do’s and don’ts, this thing
we call the law. We are 
free of the law only when
we die, breaking free from
the chains of rules and
statutes and amendments
and codes.

And so
when we die to death,
when a new birth lifts us
above the law, the way
of death, no longer are we
creatures of the law but
creatures of love,
belonging to each other,
belonging to the one
who died and
lives again.

Photograph by Kai Stachowiak via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.

Friday, July 24, 2020

The choice of slavery


After Romans 6:15-23

What you follow, who
you follow, becomes
your master, and you
their slave. It is
a choice: you choose
to obey sin, with
its death knell, or
you choose to follow
obedience, with its
sing of life.

You have chosen life,
you are set free from
death, you are now
slaves to life.

Photograph by Zulmaury Saavedra via Unsplash. Used with permission.

Friday, July 17, 2020

Contradiction


After Romans 6:1-14

Dead to one thing,
live to its opposite,
how can both happen
simultaneously?
Short answer:
They can’t.
Which suggests
the contradiction
exists in our minds,
in our behaviors,
because we still
confront the one thing
while living the other.
Sin’s a powerful
thing.

Photograph by Pawel Czerwinski via Unsplash, Used with permission.

Sunday, August 5, 2018

The beginning and end of death


After I Corinthians 15:3-6, 20-26

Our death began with a man,
an Adam, the sin encoded
into our cells, our DNA, our brains
and hearts, it began with a man

the dead are now raised
through a man, breaking through
our cells, our DNA, our brains
and hearts, death ending with a man

a man who used his death
to take our sin, our death
away, triumph over death,
vanquishing death, in three days

three days to destroy death
three days to raise to life
three days to establish the kingdom
three days, only three days

it was sufficient and
it was good


Photograph by Russ Baum via Unsplash. Used with permission.

Tuesday, February 20, 2018

Poets and Poems: Clive James and “Injury Time”


Clive James (born 1939) found himself in something of an embarrassing predicament. He was diagnosed with Leukemia in 2010. After various prognoses, the doctors said he wouldn’t live past 2015. He wrote a poem for The New Yorker that predicted his death. He anticipated, and he prepared, as well as anyone might. He wrote a book of poetry about his imminent death, entitled Sentenced to Life.

And then he lived. The disease has affected him, but he continues to live. So, he wrote another book of poetry, Injury Time, comprised of 48 poems than range from thoughts of death to family, home, and even the French singer Edith Piaf (1915-1963).

The poems of Injury Time fall into the New Formalism poetry style. Among other things, that mean they rhyme and have a certain cadence and rhythm. James even capitalizes the first word of each line. But beyond the particular style, using a New Formalist writing style adds a certain dignity to the poems, a gravitas that is absent from free verse and other forms.


To continue reading, please see my post today at Tweetspeak Poetry.