The Risen Glory

Cross-made-homely, scorn-crowned, scarred-

the Crucified

His hands in flames

and feet

held captive by the nails

               that tore

His man-garb,

Splattered blood

on windy ground.

The sky

                fell dark

and ominous

The vale, dark-rent and torn asunder

                               while the thunder drowned

the drone of earth

                       As God - as Man

bowed down His head

                         surrendered up His soul

and died. The Crucified--

and It is Finished.

Finished--

                            Father-grace-bestowed

The Son-born-wrath

The anguished face, dark sky

and grace

washed over me

These beams of mercy

flood my soul

with light--------------

His life

                       for mine

                                      The creature-homely

Drinking fully

Deeply-

Glory, glory!

Finished grace

And mercy

                     Wholly

                     Richly satisfied

The blood applied.

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Close of Day

Earth scatters lonely

                            evening sky.

               Azure blue

                                     fading into black-

                               The willow tree

                bows his head

                   in quiet reverence.

      Beauty touches grace

                                      and fragile loveliness

                                                       flutters down.

                                  The grass is still

                                    and calm

    while spring-balm

                                   mists over the falling sun.

The Robin-song quiets

                 into the placid sky

       and tucks into the dancing leaves.

Earth kisses heaven-

                            Whispers of coming glory

         settle into

             waiting eyes of hope.

Reflection: A Poem

I wrote this when a beloved brother-friend came to salvation in Jesus and in whose life the Son of Light made all things new ...

The beauty of his amber eyes-

         His face

     Alive in light

The Son of Glory rising in the East

              Behind

The mortal clouds—

      The moon

          Now humbly creeps away

                 The day

In every touch and whisper

    Slips

  Into the open sky-

His eyes

   Like amber

            So alive

The sparks of truth and grace

               Proceed forth from the Son

      The living, breathing One

Who steps into a life and makes it new

    The hammer

             That had fallen hard

                   Upon His hands

                His feet—

The hammer

     That had caused Him pain

             And anguish

          Is no more

And life restored

     Lifts up her hands in victory

Free!

   Free am I—

        Through Him

The Man

     The Son of Man, of God,

          The Glory of the Father

Who is the Risen Light

       So bright

     And we are a reflection of that grace-

They see it,

      Do they see it

            In our amber eyes

Ablaze

      Awake

             And full of grace and glory---