My hope for you

Poetry speaks to our minds and hearts and is meant to communicate more than the sum of its words. It is an apt expression of our walk with the Lord. I encourage you to forward this link to those you love. I pray this poetry leads you into reflection and prayer but I also want to start a conversation. You, too, have something to share with others-not only in person, but also here. Your experience is yours to give away to build up and learn from others in the Body of Christ. Share the word that you hear, the experiences you have lived. We are all part of the New Evangelization.If you also want to contact me by email, feel free: genefirn@yahoo.com

Table of contents: October 7, 2012

Thursday, July 25, 2013

The Hour

it is upon us
so it begins
we descend into darkness
into the enemy's hands
persecution justified by
pretentious progressive machinations
in the name of human rights
but in reality is
human degradation
majorities become minorities
when deception converts
the masses into believing
right is wrong and
wrong is right
vacuous opinions serving as facts
with only power as a foundation
laws become instruments of
enforcing the latest logical extension of
relative principles conceived in
enlightened imaginations
devoid of tolerance
while nature's law enhanced by
revelation becomes supposedly
the trivial pursuit of
ancient prejudices clothed in
modern sophistries of
religious neanderthals who have
no regard for human advancement
and deserve whatever ill
may come their way
faithful followers of Jesus
become the hunted prey of
social exterminators wearing the
regalia of authority making
melodramatic accusations of
hate and bigotry 
against everything that
doesn't fit their latest discovery
no matter how ridiculous
reality proves it to be
just as long as no one observes that
the emperor has no clothes
wheat must be separated
from the chaff
renewal of the Body
through purification's fire
how long that takes is providential
but salvation or damnation
is at stake
the time of apostasy has arrived
though it won't be
viewed as such
rather only as being
open-minded
cooperative and
contemporary
trials and tribulations
hatred and ridicule
await Jesus' disciples who
resist the world's pressure to
cave to their tyrannical
new order of
humanitarian ideals
which in reality only serve to
tighten the grip of
the ancient adversary
whose way is wide and easy
while hidden by
authoritative arguments
from a new generation of
rebellious minions
be prepared
stand firm
seek the Lord for
the hour is here

 


 


Friday, July 19, 2013

The Desert

barren
without direction
a journey with
limited results
unsuccessful attempts
rooted in desires
searching for fruition
while petitions ending in
endless frustration
leaves me to question
my motives even
my decisions of surrender
each peeling away
layers of self
mired in the world
reactions not founded in love
weaknesses open to
deadly spiritual sins
motivate me to seek
grace's intervention
cleansing bit by bit
slowly discovering a
glimmer of light
leading upward
squinting for clarity
sensing yet again
letting go of the lesser
though lofty goal to
serve the mission of the One
though often chained to
self's centrality
for the more pure
union of a lover
release me
from myself to
embrace submission in
everything to You
jealous for my heart to
burn with
singular passion
despite being
beyond my power to
complete which begs for
You to make it so since
I cannot
this invitation is
painfully grasped
without assurances of
perseverance in
surrendering my control
leaning not on my own
understanding while
acknowledging Him provides
an inkling of trust in the
night's caressing breeze and
captures a promise to
work all things for good
though now unseen
while living in
suspended space

Reflection/Discussion:
-Where is the hope in this poem?
-How does a desert experience fit in faith?
-Where is love in the desert?
-How does the author deal with the desert experience? 
-How have you experienced something akin to the desert? Expain.
-How is the desert purifying you?

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

The Rest

                                                                                                                          
silence boasts dawn’s darkness
winter winds searching for a home
empty hearts longing to be filled
desires needing more than finite filling
illusions of meaning fighting for survival
restlessness crying for peace
Love knocking on lonely doors
breaking bread on heaven’s table 
turning into earth's salvation
seeing with closed eyes the One unseen
life receiving the gift of a 
death freely given as
night fades into day while
tears fall in sorrow and joy 
when I encounters Thou
our journey turns from
seeking to finding
treasure's
rest

Reflection/Discussion:
-How do our many desires speak of the eternal?
-How do we find rest?
-How do we deal with our earthly desires after rest?
-How do we bring order into disordered desires?
-How do we grow in our love for the Lord?