Holy Week

i have some non poetry reflections to share. i wrote this on Palm Sunday.

"Our King came gentle and riding on a donkey. There was no royal carpet but rather the worn cloaks of common folk. There were no banners claiming the power of his kingdom but rather branches of palm trees. There were no impressive legions of soldiers with armor but rather a band of simple disciples. There was no siege laid on the city but rather a driving out of corrupt religious leaders. A few days later our King's coronation came with a crown of thorns rather than a crown of wreath or gold. His inauguration was a lonely, brutal, torturous death on a cross. This was our King's way.

How is it that we have strayed so far from his way? He came gentle riding on a donkey but so often we come with force riding a war horse. In the prophesy of Zechariah there is no doubt that peace is the way of our King. 'I will take away the chariots of Ephraim and the war-horses from Jerusalem and the battle bow will be broken. He will proclaim peace to the nations. His rule [kingdom] will extend from sea to sea and from the River to the ends of the earth.'
We must recover the way of our King and of his Kingdom. Our allegiance cannot be split between him and anything else. Our lives are to be mirror images of his life. In an era of increasing violence, war, greed and corruption we have to choose to follow in the path of our King. The time has come for the turning over of our violent, forceful, proud, and greedy ways. The time has come to joyfully declare who are King is and all the miracles he has done. Hosanna! Save us, Lord! Blessed is he who comes in the Name of the Lord!"


a poem i will be performing tomorrow night at our Good Friday service, disgrace.

Lamb and Lion
by poetree

Behold a lamb who was slain
the souls of humanity to gain
Standing triumphantly as a lion with golden mane
It seems so insanse
But the truth is quite plain
Through him mercy falls like rain
washing Abel's blood spilled by Cain.
Freed from Egypt in the desert to train
to keep the love of God as main thain (thing)
Throughout history we strain
with our collective brain
trying so hard to explain
but only he can wash every stain
For unless it dies a grain
cannot be raised again to reign.

Solace and John 15

Solace
by: poetree

This morning I climbed a hill
Not for the thrill
But to sit alone in the snow
The only sound I heard
Was the flow
Of a river far below.
I know my soul will grow
Not from noisy distraction
But in stillness before
The only true number one attraction.


John 15

I’m a branch in the True Vine.
Oh, it is so divine
You are mighty yet kind.
Even if I could search the universe
Such love and mercy I would not find
My heart to yours Lord please bind
Like a branch in a vine.
You rescued me and cleaned
Off all this world’s slime.
Now you teach my heart
To beat in time
With yours.

some more poems

sorry it has been 2 months since i posted last. time has flown by. here are a few more poems for you all to read. i hope that someday i will do a zine or book of poetree.

expectation
by poetree

The home of a child is a womb
Not a tomb
I refuse to be consumed
By gloom or doom
Joy growing like that of a
Groom
Hands weaving life like
Wool on a loom.


Recovery
by: poetree

We want things packaged, convenient and quick
A hands-off approach to gratification.
But I’m convinced this is no way of satisfaction.
We were dirt shaped by the hands of God
In his image.
From the ground we have come
To the same we will return.
Don’t you think we should be
A little more connected
To what we came from?

Now, I’m not talking about New Age
Gaia, mother earth worship.
I’m talking about being
Stewards
Care-takers
Of the earth.
I’m talking connection
With the food we eat
The clothes we wear
The people we meet.
Shaped earth by God’s hand
Adam (man) made to steward the land
Now so separated
Everything comes
Wrapped in plastic
Making our bodies and souls
Sick.

Recovery of the One who made us
Leads to recovery of who we are.
Work the earth with your hands
Like God who did the same
And made humanity
Throw away worthless vanity.

a few more poems.

Liberty
by poetree

Blinded by her own dazzling proud arrogance
Liberty oppresses and exploits others to maintain
Her illusion of power, freedom and happiness.
In her quest to stomp out terrorism she has become
a terror using force motivated by her own fear.
Simple instinctual survival tactics dressed in fancy
political suits discerned by the keen eye seem
good to some but are empty to others.
The anxiety of threats is sedated by unchecked
materialistic greed and also greed of choices.
But there is only one King, one Lord and one Superpower.
He opposes the proud, but gives grace to the humble.

Psalm 23
by poetree

The Lord is our shepherd
we are his sheep.
He is our comfort
when in brokenness we weep.
He protects us
from the wolf and bear who creep.
He guides us
walks besides us
when perils are deep.
And when the wicked curse
It is us he will keep.

Introducing Poetree

The time has come for me to share a lot more of my poems, writings and thoughts. Rather than hijacking our old blog i decided to make a new one. i hope to post several times a month with new poems, thoughts, meditations and such.

please let me know your thoughts, reactions, questions and such.




Child
by poetree

God became not just a man
but a fetus
a child they say will
lead us
this creates quite a fuss
for those of us
who think we are wise
thus we must learn to despise
the pride that will be our demise
and we must realize
humility is the greatest prize



Portrait
by poetree

I once saw a picture of a man
whose face was contorted by the
pain in his hand
He was like a son of man
Led like a lamb
And i still try to understand
that this was all part of the plan.
God blessed Abraham
and his descendants would be like the sand
and when humanity ran
God came to this land
to show that only he can
blow away hate like a fan
you and i must make a stand
all suffering, injustice and war to ban.