Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Tension in My Soul (Matthew 6:25-34)


Worry not.
Sometimes I need to listen
to the gentle voice,
speaking to me,
calming every tension
in my soul.


You are so much more
than the birds
or the flowers
growing wild in the fields.
Why worry about clothing,
the bread on your table,
the money in your accounts?

I read these words
and know that I stumble.
I hear quotes
and sonnets
meant to remind and comfort me.
Still I give way
to anxiety and unease.

Tomorrow
will have enough worries
of its own.
Do not add them
to the concerns
of the day present.



copyright 2017 - Donald P James Jr

Monday, August 14, 2017

Command Me to Come (Matthew 14:28)


Command me to come
on the water.
One step before the other,
without sinking.
Strengthen my faith,
that the undertows
do not pull me under.

Lord, bid me the courage
to see beyond the storms,
to ignore
the dark clouds
building against the horizon.

And yet,
if after all Your words
have been spent on me,
still stretch out Your hand
to pull me up
when I am
of little faith.



copyright 2017 - Donald P James Jr

Saturday, August 12, 2017

Cedars of Ezekiel (Ezekiel 17:22-24)



He will take from the crest of the cedar,

from its topmost branches,

tear off a tender shoot

and plant it high on a lofty mountain.

It shall put forth branches and bear good fruit

and become a majestic cedar.



Birds of every kind will dwell beneath it.

Every winged thing will rest in the shade its boughs

and all the trees of the field shall know.


That the Lord will bring low the high tree.

That the Lord will lift high the low tree.

That the Lord will wither the green tree

and make the withered tree bloom




copyright 2012 - Donald P James Jr 



Tuesday, August 1, 2017

Adopted

He has been broken,
left to be adopted by others.
Sing out with graditude,
crumbs from the table
of the children
have been offered to the dogs.

Gentiles,
those of the rebel tribes
who never stood in the temple.
The unworthy sinners
who have hidden themselves
from God.

How can this be?
Hands raised in the air
by the pious
are ignored
by the One Most Holy.


The prostitutes gather,
the tax collectors
and those with unpayable debts.
They cry out 
asking forgiveness
and they are heard.

He has been broken
and is adopted by others,
not those who felt a right
to claim Him,
but the sinners
who knew they had no right.



copyright 2017 - Donald P James Jr

 

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Who Among Us


Who among us
believes he is unblemished?
Who among us
justifies our transgressions?
Who among us
wears a mask to hide their imperfections?
Who among us
tastes hate and not love?
Who among us
is proud of the scriptures we know?
Who among us
has followed the broad path
when the narrow seemed difficult?

If we identify with one affliction,
we possess all,
covered in stains of sin
and scars we see as ugly.
We hate, we judge, we seek revenge.
We are proud peacocks,
Pharisees in the midst,
standing at the entrance to the narrow road,
where the incline is steep
and the terrain is rocky,
struggling daily
to take one more step in the journey.




copyright 2017 - Donald P James Jr