“Deity of Empathy”
You might give in
but don`t give up;
though surely you`ve been given
a bitter cup.
Well, He received one, too,
while He walked this earth
to Golgotha`s heap
from the Virgin`s birth:
A crown of thorns—
mockery;
abandonment;
unspeakable agony:
Blood that flowed
from His broken heart;
His face disfigured
like abstract art.
Forty lashes
from a whips loud crack
that left deep furrows
upon His back.
Emotional pain
like tears of rain
during Monsoon season
with no refrain.
The depths of pain
that He endured
should leave us speechless
and reassured...
...that the Father knows
what its like
to lose, be bruised
or cast aside.
For He`s not distant
or insensitive.
Neither does He desire
for any to perish
but, for all to live !
A.B.Adams
August 2, 2022
Tuesday
“Snatch `em Back”
“Much Ado About Contemporary Christianity” Pomp and circumstance: Like hype before a fight— Glittery, shiny things, candy coated, rose colored, eye catching, ear itching, prosperity promising, 80`s health and wealth, good life in this life; Fame oriented, `pabulum puking` pious platitudes. Neither hard nor right; The promised land without a fight. To have your cake and eat it, too. Happiness. Blessedness. No mess. No trial. No test. No need to do your best. Sinner`s prayer gets you there. No war to fight, only light. Like the grand facade on a vacant building. A crown without a cross; A cross without a crucifixion. Life without death. Glorification without humiliation. Birth without labor. From caterpillar to butterfly without struggle. Stoicism as heroism. Like a convenience store or sidewalk whore: Once a week, take a peek; Get a fix from a crucifix. Save us Jesus, from all of this ! A.B.Adams August 21, 2018 (Originally) Tuesday December 1, 2022 (Revised) Thursday
“Dirt” I have read that God made Adam and by His Spirit gave him life; then He took his rib and made for him a wife. The Potter got His clay from the ground where which He found as he formed and shaped the man while Angels uttered not a sound. I saw a very tall building that seemed to scrape the sky; it parted clouds though they did shroud as it surpassed where eagles fly. How majestic it did stand as it rose above the earth; yet beneath it all, I thought, is only bedrock that`s old as dirt. A flower it doth now grow as it toils and as it spins; Moreover, it endures sun, rain and even wind. Look beneath the surface at those roots that reach way down for they receive much life from those nutrients in the ground. An earthy-worm it wiggles on an rocky but open road; perhaps, a bate for fish or food for frogs and toads. But, in a pile of leaves, cow manure and rotting sheaves; You may find it`s home at most, in this putrid pile of compost. I saw a newborn baby brought forth in joy and tears; its cry to me an opera, like music to my ears. Although the years will pass with laughter, smiles and also hurt, in the end you see my friend for us all, it`s back to dirt. You can carbon date it; excavate it; search for things, but can not evade it. A funny thing where life begins— this thing called dirt— too, is where it ends ? A.B.Adams March 19, 2023 Sunday “Wine Press” What I have I give to you `cuz it`s not just for me but for you, too. A heart that`s full should be poured out like water gushing from a spout. It`s the pressure on the fruitful vine that produces Love Divine. So, as for me let it flow; fill me up from head to toe ! A.B.Adams March 18, 2023 Saturday
As always, thank you one and all for taking your time to view and peruse the contents of this sight.
I hope and pray that you may have found it helpful.
A friend and mentor once said to me, “As with anything, we must learn to eat the meat and spit out the bones.” Hopefully, you found more nourishment here than trouble chewing…
Anyway, we are all in this thing called life together.
If it ain`t beautiful like a sunrise or starry night, or true, then it ain`t worth it.
Perhaps, what we need more than awards, degrees and financial security is a world view that helps us to make some sense of this world and give us a sustainable reason to hope. Hope is what gets us through. Hope is what helps us to endure.
And love. That is, a love that never dies, never ends, never gives up; that is as sure as the morning sun and dependable as the north star; as tender and gentle as an aging Grandfather and as fierce and strong as a jealous lover.
As for truth, there are all sorts of laws/principles in this world. In any field of study, I think, you will find this to be true. That said, just as there are laws/principles that govern our everyday life in the seen and temporal world, there are laws/principles that govern the unseen/eternal world.
If I have succeeded in expressing the aforementioned ideas to you through my illustrations and poems, I thank God the Father through Jesus Christ our Lord.
Please, if you please, stop by again. お待ちしております。
Warm Fuzzies,
A.B.Adams, November 7, 2023,Tuesday