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Stephanos

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since 2000-07-31

Posts 3618
Statesboro, GA, USA

0 posted 2005-07-02 12:37 PM

A Bone To Pick

God has a bone to pick with man
who is fashioned from the dust,
the one laying nearest to his heart
of selfish pride and lust.
From Earth the Heavenly finger
always seems an angry sign
pointing out the limbs that strayed
across the hoary line
and our members dwelling on the earth
still worthy of a death,
as Cain was scolded by the Lord
before he fathered Seth.
From the cursed, others also sprang
thus tombs ensnared all men.
A valley of decease became our race
because of sin.
But at the voice of prophecy
bleached bones may yet be moved.
Stirring they would reach to him
whose heart has ever loved.
A rattling and shifting sound
has pierced uncloven skies.
Restless prayers sent unawares
unnumbered groans and sighs.
“Our bones are dry, our hope is lost
and we ourselves undone”.
From catacombs in Egypt
God is calling forth his son.
For how could God stay angry
with this feeble form he raised?
If he were not to turn away
his wrath, could grace be praised?
For when he probes this skeleton
it crumbles all the more.
The closet dweller turns to dust
when the Judge is at the door.
But others frequent closets too
and in secret intercede.
As firstfruits whisper greater fields
for brothers some still plead.
God has a bone to pick with man
that he alone would choose.
The one laying nearest to his heart
recieves this gladsome news.
From Heaven it is plain to see
God’s finger has incised
to fetch a boney specimen
that no one would have prized.
He might have picked a Seraphim
to become his lordly son
There seemed so many better ways
in which it might be done.
But who has been his counsellor
or helped him in his choice
to restore again salvation’s joy
so that broken bones rejoice?
The Son of Man with contrite heart
who was pierced within his side
has taken the very bone of his bone
and fashioned a beautiful bride.

Stephen.

iliana
Member Patricius

since 2003-12-05

Posts 13434
USA

1 posted 2005-07-02 12:57 PM

This is a really beautiful poem, Stephanos.

Marge Tindal

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since 1999-11-06

Posts 42384
Florida's Foreverly Shores

2 posted 2005-07-02 12:41 PM

Stephen~
This is remarkably wonderful~

You should write a Deputy Moderator for Open Forum or an Administrator and ask that it be moved to the new Open Forum #36, so that it can be read by many~

*Huglets*
~*Marge*~

~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost,
the spirit rejoices over what it has left.
- Sufi epigram <))><

Email noles1@totcon.com

serenity blaze
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since 2000-02-02

Posts 27738

3 posted 2005-07-02 06:42 PM

Well look at you!

It's very good to read you out here, my friend.

"The closet dweller turns to dust
when the Judge is at the door.
But others frequent closets too
and in secret intercede.
As firstfruits whisper greater fields
for brothers some still plead."

(That's my favorite part.