face cloth covers
warm expression of Breath
unmask His words
face cloth covers
I have read differing opinions about poets using a thesaurus or not in writing their poems. Some think that it is unauthentic to use anything but your own language. For those, that is authentic for them.
I use Roget’s Thesaurus. It is more of an idea generator for me. But the word that is picked must serve the poem, be welded in, so as not to stand out by itself and ruin the flow. Unless of course that is the objective.
I also use Merriam’s Dictionary in concert with the thesaurus, to make sure of the exact meaning I wish to convey. I was working on a poem today and thought the word adjure would be good until I looked it up and it did not convey the message I was trying to get across.
The poet's eye in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name. -William Shakespeare's A Midnight Summer's Dream
Pentecost occurs this year on May 31. It occurs the seventh Sunday or fifty days after Easter Sunday.
The first Pentecost is documented in the books of Acts, Chapters 1-2. Jesus told the apostles to not leave Jerusalem, and to wait for the Father for the baptism of the Holy Spirit. They gathered together all with one mind, praying. When the God ordained day came, a mighty wind rushed into their abode, and they saw tongues of fire deposited on their heads. They spoke in languages that they did not understand, but others in the group did.
God separated mankind with the Tower of Babel, separating them through their languages. Here he gives them supernatural ability to speak to one another, known as speaking in tongues and interpretation of those tongues. Uniting them through Him, not in their own man-made wisdom.
President Trump has sent out an executive order that churches are essential. After our modern day version of waiting in our homes for God to deliver us from evil, He empowers us to go forth in our daily lives once again. Prayer is essential. Our nation was built on Christian values, and they have been and are being forcibly ejected from society.
I do believe that the churches are going to be on fire once again, bringing our Christian roots home to roost once again. I believe the timing of this year’s Pentecost and the President’s decree is no accident. It is God’s timing.
There are those of us who have been shut out of the Church. Some have walked away. I kept church-hopping, looking for the power of the the Holy Spirit. I had it once in the church I attended many years ago, and was spoiled for this. No more church-as-usual. To no avail, I finally walked away from it all.
Yesterday, I heavily skimmed a declassified document. One senator’s opinion, regarding the intelligence agencies using the clergy or missionaries abroad, said this relaxing of protocol “prostitutes the church.” One missionary states how they could not evangelize because of the suspicion that they encountered, even if they were not involved. In my opinion, I think these agencies through these tactics have been involved in the thwarting of the gospel going out into the world.
There is no separation of church and state, except from the point of view of the state getting involved in the Church. (This fallacy was based on a misinterpretation of a letter from Thomas Jefferson to the Danbury Baptists.) Yet, through 501(c)3 designations, the state has been able to dictate what pastors can and can’t do. I see the President rectifying this as much as he can, giving us back our first amendment rights.
Prayer is my life’s blood. I depend on it, daily. For those of us who do not belong to a church when the Holy Spirit rains down tongues of fire: where two or more are gathered, you are having church (Matthew 18:20). Anywhere, anytime. And for those in the four walls, walk outside the front door and become the new mission field.
Have a blessed weekend. For those that have been reading, you are a blessing to me in ways you can’t imagine.
Writing short form poetry produces finished poems quickly while working on longer poems that take multiple edits. They are also good for therapy: when you are down-in-the-dumps, a quick impromptu haiku works wonders to remind of God’s beautiful nature, a healing force.
Cinquains are close in form to the tanka. The five line stanza has a syllable count of 2, 4, 6, 8, 2.
Some view dandelions as weeds, I don’t.
Dandelions Yellow sun, it's scent left imprint under my nose. Chain two four six eight and tie two again.
Have a blessed weekend!
Palm trees line one side of the straight-stretch asphalt road. The smell of the second rain is still heavy, as I drive my 1969 Mustang convertible through the base gate and on my way to the state park. As I approach the monument gate, I notice and smile at the sand flowers that bloom. An empty unmarked patch appears almost immediately; the gear seemingly shifts into neutral by itself as I apply the brake. A chill greets me as I open the door, so I grab my jeans jacket from the passenger seat, tying the arms around my waist. I want to feel the cold of the desert, remembering forever. A short walk and I am then scrambling up the lowest boulder where rock formations are solid, foundational. I see the Joshua trees spread out before me in asymmetrical fashion, growing out of the beautiful brown landscape. The shadows are disappearing, the first stars are peeping through the charcoal-washed sky. I close my eyes, focus my ears and hear the sound of silence. It is lovelier than a songbird tree or an orchestra playing Gershwin. I sit there transfixed until my backside is numb and chill bumps rise on my arms and legs. Stretching my limbs, I stand, untying the jacket arms. I listen for the last time.
wild flowers grow
on concrete monument
wild child speaks still