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RE: Monastique - Reveling in the Quiet Place - 8/1/2007 8:37:16 PM
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Patient Care
The tools never seemed so plastic,
I became aware of the metallic taste of forks.
I became more acquainted with
mortality than ever,
and the doctor said, of a family member,
“no cancer”.
I was, of course, glad,
but I felt like a kid who didn’t deserve candy.
What was I celebrating,
in this further discovery of mortality?
That “blessed” means “doesn’t have”?
No, that would be too neat.
That thought gave me no solace
before or after the verdict.
I didn’t realize how tightly wound I’d
become until I got home,
and my loved one slept off
the after-effects of anesthesia.
I started to fall into a stupor-nap,
apparently exhausted and relieved.
I didn’t want to hang onto the relief,
for I knew that, too, like health,
would go.
Rather, I kept a tight hold
of the gratitude I felt that same morning
as nurses wheeled their patient toward surgery.
“That’s it; He is Risen!”, I mused,
as caretakers closed the operating room door.
I didn’t resign myself,
I reigned my soul in
and asked God to take control
as a confidence in His purposes
welled within me.
“If the Resurrection answers all,
there are no questions that
distract from this glorious reality
and Presence!”
As the welcome nap ensued,
I took stock of my senses.
Everything I felt and heard
seemed like a presentation in fast-motion,
awareness fading to a
quiet hum.
I remember how keenly
I realized I am in eternity
and on the threshold of
seeing Him who calms the seas.
I was glad
I could wake her up later.
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RE: Monastique - Reveling in the Quiet Place - 8/4/2007 6:48:49 AM
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Factoids
I will never forget when He said,
“Behold,
I make all things new”, to me.
New, like clouds in the sky,
as the shining of night paradigms, which,
O, Omnicenter, You have invited us
to view and brow-chase with You.
How I lingered long
when someone else read,
“He knoweth our frame”,
like vessels and bones
and the Body with its tremor lines.
Through it all,
there is no mistake,
even with all the quaking of flesh,
for the Spirit of Jesus rules
and settles me
and all the plates
onto what feels like a flat earth,
though Your grace knows better.
It is a marvel we stand at all!
What blessed factors, these things of physics,
chemistry, and biological and spiritual natures,
in which we have our being,
knowing You have pleased
us to gain and recall them
in text and wonder.
Are not these Your laws!
In the end
we understand the attraction.
At either pole, You are there, Lord,
and all things point to You,
are pulled toward Your purposes,
You,
Who envisioned the nights
and made them before You
longed for their presentation,
for our mutual enjoyment
and joyful watching and praise
of all Your works!
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RE: Monastique - Reveling in the Quiet Place - 8/7/2007 8:48:16 PM
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Mercy in Paris
You and I have a lot in common,
child,
when you fall down
and hurt your knee.
You cry out, “Mama come and help”,
I call to Jesus at the curb,
in the street.
You cry through tears that know
help is coming,
I’m comforted when I
plead in the rain.
The scars may go quickly
or stay for a
long, long while,
but compassion heals
throughout the day.
O, and Je-sus,
I can feel the rest,
like you’ve made me sit
at a sidewalk café,
introduced me to a waiter,
got us talking ‘bout Grace,
and when we
turn just to talk, with You,
You have gone away.
You left us in our prayer,
with coffee in my hand,
the other guy,
a wistful look of pleasure
at the chance,
to go back to the chef
and declare, there’s no work to do,
but to make another plate,
set it with a fork and a spoon,
…for the first one, who comes in hungry,
…for the child, man, or woman
who is crying,
whether because storms of life
or unrelenting, inner turmoil,
are choking back the Word
when there’s Truth to be told.
Feast on Jesus’ promises,
pull back a chair
and whistle at their tunes.
Compare the joy you feel
with the honking rushing to
and fro of the masses
who have singularly waited
to be taken by the Hand..
of the Master…
and be seated at the table
where Jesus comes
to minister to all.
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RE: Monastique - Reveling in the Quiet Place - 8/9/2007 6:25:47 AM
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"From Heaven the Son looks down upon the children of men, to see if there be one who does good, and who keeps the law in his heart"
Contrast the following with the Phantom of the Opera's pleading cry to Christine, "Sing to me!" Perfect love casts out all fear.
Enduement
You call me “capable”
of honoring You, richly!
“Oh, for a single tongue,”
You say to me,
“Sing to Me!”.
How can the Infinite
exhort the nearly mute?
With sure, cloven tongues of fire
given to sire in hearts
highest of loves.
Desire,
Now let the chosen one
call on You,
Father!
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RE: Monastique - Reveling in the Quiet Place - 9/2/2007 9:32:05 PM
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(Concerning the CrossWalk article on Mother Theresa's lifelong bout with lack of faith)
Sermon on M.T.
Threadbare,
Rich hands,
Gave all away--to all,
yet felt forsaken.
Why this crisis of faith,
full of hope for others,
empty?
Maybe we should have left her alone.
When the left hand knows the right,
dissonance
eats away at devotion
like a thief in the night,
where we cuddle doubts to sleep.
There, the Church haplessly
wrestles like some Jacob gone senile,
struggling to remember
the reconciliation, to grasp hold
of the beatific vision of the Saint
Who ever lives for the holy,
even Agnes Gonxha Bojaxhiu.
R.I.P.,
now that you receive
One who births
noble thoughts into works,
with us, in Him.
Faith may be an example,
but it is meant to be simple,
and before that, active,
and before that, inspired.
Let us remember her
as she began,
as she moved,
as she went.
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RE: Monastique - Reveling in the Quiet Place - 9/9/2007 8:29:50 PM
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With that said, Lord,
I think I'll listen
to know, again,
that what I said I meant,
and I believe in You.
My Spanish guitar resonates,
and should not your Spirit?
Whatever it is You want to say to me,
it doesn't always have to be
outside this room,
my car,
my mood.
You've got my context,
I have a chair,
I've stopped talking,
and I know that You're here.
So I will meditate
on what I have prayed,
celebrate by my expectation,
what I have read,
and if it's nothing more than,
"I have You",
that is enough for now.
Sometimes, the easy truths
are the shortest to Your heart.
Oh, simplest of my prayers,
when You answer it's like
I haven't done a single thing.
And if truth be told,
I really haven't,
for You moved me to think,
moved me to smile,
helped me to hear,
and sit down for a while,
so I could know, Your heart
a little better, Jesus, my Lord.
With that said, Lord,
I want to stop and listen
to...your...voice.
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RE: Monastique - Reveling in the Quiet Place - 9/13/2007 6:34:06 AM
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Highland Games
Heaven is Highland,
fine rolling hills, greenest grass
and River of Life runs through it.
Son is the Chieftan,
He gives the signal
and all of the family dances and sings,
"Father, forever
fancy we praise You--for this is
devotion that flows from our hearts!"
Coloring beyond plaid,
such strength never witnessed,
nor this measure of heather,
laughter
adorned any people.
Earth is the lowland,
pilgrimage winding
and presence of Jesus joy-fills us.
He is our Captain
and the Good Shepherd,
encouraging us to walk on and sing,
"Father, forever
fancy we praise You--for this is
devotion that flows from our hearts!"
Brilliant forgiveness,
such love never witnessed,
nor this measure of holiness,
laughter
adorned any people.
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RE: Monastique - Reveling in the Quiet Place - 9/13/2007 8:12:26 PM
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Paul the Impossible
Paul was above all, an impossibility.
He said it well when he exhorted
believers to become the oxymoronic,
"Living Sacrifices". Sacrifices
become dead on the altar and they
stay that way. Followers of Jesus,
however, are invaded at the altar
of decision, dead men and women,
boys and girls, superimposed by
the Holy Spirit. We are made alive,
new creatures! "Living" + "Sacrifices",
the contradiction and conundrum
undone by the resurrection power
of Jesus. Paul advised us that
Jesus gave gifts. To some, he made
"apostles". Paul become one, a walking
impossibility (by human standards),
and yet we look at the finished product
and call him Apostle. So much is
made of knowing one's gifts, and we
are admonished to seek the Giver.
All true, and we can be even more
excited about all this when we
contemplate our status, our duty,
joy, and life--as Living Sacrifices.
Impossibilities, one and all who are in
Christ. Small wonder Paul said
we are "overcomers"
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RE: Monastique - Reveling in the Quiet Place - 9/17/2007 8:27:59 PM
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Oh, Well
Oh, well!
You still run deep,
watering my soul,
even if the world says I’m
“touched”. Didn’t your family
say the same about You, Jesus?
Oh, well,
You touched me,
and the world even knows
my soul is watered
by your deep-running
well, oh!
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RE: Monastique - Reveling in the Quiet Place - 9/22/2007 7:37:31 PM
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Note: "Carmen Christi" = "Hymn to Christ"
Carmen Christi
Made Himself nothing,
He, who made all things.
No appearance to startle,
still, our "Yes and Amen".
Suffering came by laying
down intentions,
so God's love could
flow,
to us.
Strode through the cities,
He, borne of a virgin,
casting our sin away,
making us whole.
Offering and Passion,
fulfilled by his will...
so God's love could
flow,
to us.
Carmen Christi, Carmen Christi,
what joy to behold
the day of his love!
Crowned with humility,
He walked among us.
Rejected once,
now cornerstone.
Shine in us, Spirit,
as we deny selves,
Jesus, become in us
"Yes and Amen"!
We lay down intentions
and pick up a cross...
and your love
will flow,
from us.
Carmen Christi, Carmen Christi,
what joy to behold
the day of his love!
Crowned with humility,
He walked among us.
Rejected once,
now cornerstone.
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RE: Monastique - Reveling in the Quiet Place - 9/24/2007 5:41:10 AM
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Entering In
“I”, “We”,
everyone matters,
We are the Bride,
children of the Father.
One hurts? All do.
One cup to the thirsty?
Jesus nursed,
by you.
We read
Psalms in unison.
David, our dilemma,
Spirit, Inner Brother.
All pray, one sings,
one lives, some delivered,
one goes to Jesus,
in hope.
“We”, “I”
have come together,
We are the Bride,
children of the Father.
Confession joins,
every heart tells,
“Jesus, You are Lord!”
“Jesus, You are Lord!”
Narrow is the way,
many the redeemed,
“but few enter in”,
cries the merciful Father.
For one lost sheep
among the chosen
takes away ewe
from “we”.
How great God‘s compassion,
when He sees one,
He calls out, accounts for us!
Jehovah knows our very frames,
tenderly calls to His flock,
using Jesus’ Name,
using Jesus’ Name.
“We”, “I”
have come together,
We are the Bride,
children of the Father.
Confession joins,
every heart says,
“Jesus, You are Lord!”
“Jesus, You are Lord!”
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How grateful, Jesus, we are,
How grateful, Jesus, we are.
these are the hands that you have made.
Oh, oh, oh,
How grateful, Jesus, we are.
No other pow’r,
no other face
commands dominion,
for servants to grace,
distill ev’ry thought
for captivity,
release them, redeemed, for Your Glory.
How beautiful, Jesus, You are,
How beautiful, Jesus, You are.
These are the feet that carry good news!
Oh, oh, oh,
How beautiful, Jesus, You are.
No other pow’r,
no other face
commands dominion,
for servants to grace,
distill ev’ry thought
for captivity,
release them, redeemed, for Your Glory.
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I’m going back to the age
of Your discovery.
When You found us,
when You found me,
Back to the foundations
o-of the world,
When the Rock
was with the Father,
cleft, before I was born.
I later ached for the hand
of the Living God,
now I’m looking back
to this revelation.
Only, this time,
I can see it with Messiah,
while all of creation sings His song:
“Make a way for Me,
make a way for Me,
if you get your hands on anything,
celebrate in art and praise,
with a skill that says, ‘I’m
everything to you,
everything to you.
Then step away…let it fade
into the fabric of our communion,
and worship Me again,
and again, and again, and again!’
‘Come unto Me, child!
Come unto Me, child!’
‘I want you to…
make a way for Me,
make a way for Me,
if you get your hands on anything,
celebrate in art and praise,
with a skill that says, ‘I’m
everything to you,
everything to you’.”
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RE: Monastique - Reveling in the Quiet Place - 9/30/2007 5:57:10 PM
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I don’t want a "breakthrough",
I want the Truth,
for God never changes,
but I do,
grace always coming
in various ways.
What I receive
is mercy for each step
of the journey.
How excellent are Your ways
when You lead me to repent, again,
and I rediscover the Well,
still there, and its partakers, standing,
as when I saw them before.
They may have despaired,
reeled from perplexity,
or cried out in anguish,
but You never call these “sinners”
or “unspiritual”. These--we,
are merely children, growing,
thirsting to obey You Father, and your Son Jesus,
to whom life is owed.
“Kyrie Eleision” is the plea
of the one who needs or rests.
Graced, we long to exist to simply
praise You for your demonstrations
and worthiness.
Pushed to need of You, we ask,
“A cup from Your Well!”
Desperation cedes to comfort,
comfort to joy, joy to awe, and
awe to praise!
Salvation has this way
of making the miraculous
change in heart, mind, body, and soul
as fluid as the slaking of thirst,
each drink, effective.
And we remember You,
by the cup You instituted,
by the Spirit Who passes it
among us.
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RE: Monastique - Reveling in the Quiet Place - 10/3/2007 8:02:52 AM
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Do you wan’to lay down your life today?
Then, remember your baptistry,
how you were a
little nervous …
of your declaration,
taking on the meaning of something,
too grand to make your own,
but you…
wore the robe of righteousness
and let a man put out a hand
to intercede and guide you,
through the water,
the purifying act
of a conscience,
appealing to a better resurrection.
Do you want to live for Christ today?
Then, remember the clap of people leading you on,
how you were so
very glad…
about your declaration,
confessing a faith not your own,
rejoicing as the gran mal of disbelief faded
and you…
wore the robe of righteousness,
led by the Son of Man
who intercedes and loves you,
in every situation,
by the mere fact
that His omnipotence,
lifted you out, to a better resurrection.
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RE: Monastique - Reveling in the Quiet Place - 10/4/2007 9:13:45 PM
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Some say a voice
in the Church speaks ex cathedra,
but in living song all must be
"toward the Throne",
for this is the witness
in the assembly, to the world,
"May Jesus be glorified!"
Toward the Throne,
from dawn to dusk,
toward the Throne,
in praise, adoration.
In all that we say, do,
let the scrolls be guilded with
"May Jesus be glorified!"
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RE: Monastique - Reveling in the Quiet Place - 10/4/2007 9:21:03 PM
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I stare at two books
next to my monitor,
The Seeking Heart, The Case for Christ,
and I realize
I cannot stuff truth into my being.
I must live by the Word of Truth given away,
Jesus, Word from God,
hidden in my heart,
that I might be holy,
oh, grace, grace, grace, grace, grace!
Your Word, oh Lord,
is a lamp unto my feet,
by revelation, in the Holy Spirit,
and I'm coming to know
that I can do the hard thing by your strength.
I must live by the Word of Truth given away,
Jesus, Word from God,
hidden in my heart,
that I might be holy,
oh, grace, grace, grace, grace, grace!
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RE: Monastique - Reveling in the Quiet Place - 10/5/2007 9:19:58 PM
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If we don't deal with our pain,
the Cross is like a ribbon
wrapped around a tree,
acclaiming someone distant.
But, Jesus is the Door
and He longs to be
your friend for life.
He isn't saying,
"You just have to ride it out".
We haven't come
to some cold mountain,
a terrible vision of undying
wars of the heart,
but we have come
to a Mighty God
Who, like Mount Zion,
stands apart,
to take us out of this grave,
these graven images
that imprison us from
rising to survive and flourish!
Oh, privilege!
Oh, to know, Lord,
we are your children!
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RE: Monastique - Reveling in the Quiet Place - 10/8/2007 8:44:10 PM
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As to what it would mean to praise the Lord with color, imagine being handed a bucket of yellow paint about an eigth full, then being asked to fling its contents onto a black canvass. Would it look like the following?
Bold, simple as that,
yellow on black
splash-all over righteousness.
By unusual truth
(covenant-keeping rare as it is),
faith overcomes the world,
not by tearing away,
nor by laying a logical spray,
but by God
falling to us,
making grace patter
in every place.
On some places, so evident,
across others, a streak in the night.
Still, sparkled abroad,
are islands and islets
of bright celebration!
What merciful turns
in this art room of thought,
when we remember the Word of the Lord,
“I’ve come to give you life
more abundant…come unto Me”!
He opens the scrolls
and paints us a picture,
all part of love’s freedom, brush
and fresh-ever sway.
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RE: Monastique - Reveling in the Quiet Place - 10/9/2007 8:55:48 PM
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Creation speaks to us of the Maker of Heaven and earth...lover of our souls...judge of the intentions of our heart. If we are attentive, we can almost hear the music of heaven... Note: in the region of the west carolinas (USA), mountains are referred to as "mons", I suppose owing to the French influence since colonial times.
I like trav'ling
country miles,
leaf-by-leaf,
o-o-o-o-ver mons
of pine needles
on the ground,
I like trav'ling
country miles!
Bright cafes
are like rare birds,
nature-cities
bustle mirth
in the sunshine,
but at ni-ight
only owls
best moonlight.
I like easy
melodies,
pluck an' stroke n'stride,
thump on knee.
Whistling wi-ilds
all around,
choirs of angels
can't be far!
I like trav'ling
country miles,
leaf-by-leaf,
o-o-o-o-ver mons
of pine needles
on the ground,
I like trav'ling
country miles!
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RE: Monastique - Reveling in the Quiet Place - 10/12/2007 9:22:55 PM
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We know, oh Father, You are great!
We know, oh Father, You are love!
For Messiah has told us who You are!
He has grafted us within Himself.
In His Word, by His Blood,
delivered in His Covenant!
Had it not been for this Household of Faith,
our vanity would mean our separation
from You.
There is no boasting in ourselves,
for nothing would have become of us,
except for the certainty of longing
for your fellowship,
of being where there is no compassion.
Not because You are not love,
Not because You are not great,
but because we are mortals with no power
to live beyond motivations,
who aspire to no more than to lord it
over others that we have force,
illusory desire, wanting to be remembered
for something significant.
Monument, You are,
for You give us by your power,
the yearning to exult,
the wonder to behold,
the joy to enter,
into the brotherhood of wholeness,
stand before You,
in our hopes for now.
Thus we are freed from
sanctimonious inner glances,
that prison of dark assertions,
and we gladly lift the proclamation,
that all power,
all glory,
all honor,
all praise belongs to You!
We know, oh Father, You are great!
We know, oh Father, You are love!
For Messiah has told us who You are!
He has grafted us within Himself.
In His Word, by His Blood,
delivered in His Covenant!
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RE: Monastique - Reveling in the Quiet Place - 10/22/2007 6:09:36 AM
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When I commute to Greenville, SC and back home to "my town", I keep a notebook to my right to scribble things that come to mind. Most of what I have written got its start this way. Something about the musical/methodical (?) hum of a 6-cylinder. This one came while driving back amidst a sunset almost gone, a multitude of cars streaming by...
Going down, azure sky,
ruddy whisps over
a thousand blonde streams
blinking at concrete
and take your order signs.
Humanity
longs to get home.
Some, they're
going too fast.
Others
obey, knowing they break the rules,
eventually.
Nobody's fooled.
Oh, where is
the nearest exit?
To get off,
let the engine run hot in the cool?
But we have to keep on going,
time waits for no mankind-moving.
I'm relying on You, Lord
to make relevant roads,
clear the haze of every morn
and when the ev'nin rolls around,
I'll be driving by the instincts
that I've found, from You,
from your Word,
by verse,
and the melody of sovereign
things played out.
I'm riding this ever-changing
highway in hope,
longing for home.
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RE: Monastique - Reveling in the Quiet Place - 10/22/2007 6:32:16 AM
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The Spirit comes casual
to burnished pews of 2nd Miracle,
asks over the 3-point sermon,
"In your rituals to me have you thrown
baals over the cliffs of desire.
Caveat Convention!
Are you running the good race
or from another's to save yourselves,
ipso facto submission?
Who plucks from the ear of corn,
scandalously eats the zeal
of my communion bread
at the holy altar, with a chewing
heart set on breaking precedents,
delivers a neighbor from aching hunger?"
Here am I, send me!
(these squirming, laudable amens,
unheard, more so-be-it to God's wooing
than to the surface tenets).
The preacher senses a stirring,
and pauses to the new punctuation.
His sermon was titled
but now is elevated
by the breath of all things made new,
rapturing the attentive through deserts
to the highways where sincerity of conscience
lifts an Ethiopian brow.
The shepherd's handshake at the door
urges the lambs onto chariots
to listen now to the world's trident message:
who, what, where
on the shaft of why.
How's converge to the delight of God,
at the organ blasts.
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RE: Monastique - Reveling in the Quiet Place - 10/23/2007 9:29:53 PM
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"My yoke is easy, and my burden is light",
means I still have a yoke,
a daily decision, Jesus, to walk
in the Kingdom of the Heavens.
Fool for Christ, indeed!
How else,
empty myself to be filled?
Serve to receive?
Worship, to know God's appreciation?
Pray, to be engufed in spontaneity?
Sing for joy to him,
to see the soul and the spirit
opened for those special moments
of discernment, when
self is revealed
as well as God's will?
Yoke me with you, Jesus!
That's when pace makes sense,
when stopping and going are welcomed,
when work becomes purpose,
legacy a joint effort.
I am coming to You
and your Yoke,
I'd be a fool, otherwise.
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RE: Monastique - Reveling in the Quiet Place - 11/3/2007 6:00:55 AM
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Upon reading Psalm 40...
Standing at this coordinate of the universe, peering at stars,
I realize the “beyond” is an aged concept that
old and young are privileged to see,
we’re not far
from what has happened, except it already has.
Jesus’ prophetic light, too, has at last reached us,
the I Am, whose first coming brought both
light and life in himself,
time dissolved, for He is the same
as He began, when He was,
and His second appearing will
be that twinkling of an eye,
when He will be the same,
glorified, for us.
What is one child born’s boast before the Creator?
If an infant’s coming silver hair
could shine a planet’s aura,
it would not flash
somewhere else but for ions,
where only God is spectator.
God made man and ecclesia,
where righteousness, faith, truth and salvation
are proclaimed with the lovely.
“I desire to do your will, O my God;
your law is in my heart”.
Mercy has surpassed
the gravity of shame’s mud and mire,
fallen hairs, failed hearts
and the false attire of religious blame,
supplanted them with gladness
for the wonders You have done.
I’ll take them, here, inside me
and marvel at how these count more
than a million beyonds.
Standing within this universe, surveying stars,
this is no palliative vinegar
but the new wine of beginnings,
where we are,
Jesus, Son of God,
Messiah, bright now!
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RE: Monastique - Reveling in the Quiet Place - 11/3/2007 6:07:28 AM
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This morning’s cloth is heathen dress
if I’ve not draped my will in Your modesty.
Made in a fearsome and marvelous way,
there’s a daily urge to spring forth, untrumpeted,
to fly a path undiscovered.
But the Preacher warns
the naked there is nothing new
for the suntanned and their spin,
yet all things are new
when we scramble down
the gnarly perch of self-view
and run to fetch a robe of honor
for the Man coming down the road,
and, oh!, another for ourselves.
We somehow put on better
clothes coming out of our cocoon.
Why resist admitting we are small
in stature and vision when we awake?
The last and the short of your Glory
shall be the first
to see rightly.
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RE: Monastique - Reveling in the Quiet Place - 11/3/2007 6:09:58 AM
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A song...upon considering a believer's standing before the Father...that holiness means "set apart"
You have separated Yourself
to a single purpose,
keeping who You are
in your glory!
Set…a-part
to omnipresence, abounding ever,
somehow who You are never fades.
You have revealed yourself,
come to us, in Jesus,
touching, yet set apart,
for there’s a world without end
of your nature,
to be worshipped and adored.
You have called us friends.
How can this be?
You are set apart:
this can only tell us,
You, oh Father
are separating, drawing
us…unto…yourself.
Inconceivable attraction
You have for your people!
By Blood, surely by
the Blood of Jesus,
wellspring of
your inspiration, Father,
to make us
desperate for You!
While our joy twists and turns,
wanting to know more,
your…still…small…voice…commands,
“Be separate!”
“Be separate!”
And your Spirit in us
speaks of who You are.
We are set apart,
conforming to the nature
of who His, what He wants,
still, we are free and whole,
for total surrender
is not abrogation
of self,
but the joining of all gifts
for His glory,
His glory (5x),
when we, in our hearts,
are set apart.
His glory, His glory,
when we, in our hearts,
are set apart.
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