Two Are Better Than One

Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their work: If one falls down, his friend can help him up. But pity the man who falls and has no one to help him up! Also, if two lie down together, they will keep warm. But how can one keep warm alone? Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves. A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.

-- Ecclesiastes 4:9-12

And so, from the day we heard, we have not ceased to pray for you, asking that you may be filled with the knowledge of His will in all spiritual wisdom and understanding, so as to walk in a manner worth of the Lord, fully pleasing to Him, bearing fruit in every good work and increasing in the knowledge of God.

-- Colossians 1:9-10

Triangle

nightmares.
gathered underneath
radiantly shining
darkness.

wraiths.
shadows in sunless days;
pursuing, haunting:
ineffective.

conviction.
beneath the waking world,
affirming truth
unlived.

Man of Sorrows

He came into the world He made,
Established that in Him we're free;
In this mortality displayed
The one who benefits is me.

His faithfulness is manifest,
Yet ours so weak, to thrice deny
Eternal life would He bequest;
The one so lacking faith was I.

Now by a kiss was he forsook
That night in dark Gethsemane;
Then who indeed in this partook?
The one who gave Him up was me.

And was I there so long ago
When angry mobs yelled "crucify"?
Amid the shouts, this truth I know:
The one responsible was I.

He was pierced for our transgressions,
Crushed for our iniquity;
Our punishment was upon Him,
And by His stripes we're healed.

Winter poem

I was inspired by yesterday's snowstorm:

Flutters from beyond, blustering blows
Bleached specks flurrying from the sky
Descending, tumbling downward to die;
Feathers filling powdery pillows,
Frigidly frosting far and nigh.

Numinous knolls, nascent, washing white
The neutral numbness of Winter's night.
Whispering winds, gently twirling,
Jostle jolts of twinkling, swirling;
A terrible symphony, terrifically whirling.

Deceptively dessicated hydration dressing
Hibernating hibiscus and dogwood resting.
Rodents digging for hidden hoard,
'Neath rasping naiad lies little reward;
Waning in time, true hope will attain,
As Winter abiding relinquishes reign.

One Day

I wrote a sonnet to go with that last post.

I know one day I'll feel my Savior's breath,
Who bought my life while I was yet a fool.
He saved me from eternity of death,
Though unto Him I'd acted only cruel.

I know one day I'll see the heavens wide,
A multitude of angels bowing down.
And at that time I'll crucify my pride,
Before His throne to humbly lay my crown.

I know one day I'll feast before my King:
A wedding banquet honoring His Son.
His bride in white, my sins they cannot cling
For over hell the victory is won.

And on that day will shine His wond'rous light
To blind me from all I gave up by night.

EDIT 2/5/07: If anyone has comments or critiques or suggestions, I'd love to hear them.