Open Poetry #36 |
A Bone To PIck |
Stephanos
since 2000-07-31
Posts 3618Statesboro, GA, USA |
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. |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
This is a really beautiful poem, Stephanos. |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
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, |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
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. ) and smile, I do owe you an "e" and many hugs, for all you do. You do walk the walk, as well as talk the talk, beautifully. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I read this earlier...but neglected to comment so now I have |
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Local Rebel Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-21
Posts 5767Southern Abstentia |
hey, great to see you remember this is a poetry site enjoyed the read |
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Stephanos
since 2000-07-31
Posts 3618Statesboro, GA, USA |
Thanks everyone for replying. LR, Yeah I have to excercise that poetry "bone" from time to time too, right? Stephen. |
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