Ink Pastries

Little rhyming poems that are delectable, and a few side dishes.

ARE YOU COMPLAINING ABOUT THE CONSEQUENCES OR GRATEFUL FOR A SECOND CHANCE? (SHORT POEM)

WE ASKED FOR EVIL THEN COMPLAINED WHEN WE GOT IT

We asked to go where there’s no God
and then wonder why evil exists?
Complaining and whining and blaming we plod
through the desert, making our lists

of what we’ll ask when we actually meet
but we’ll not see the Promised Land
if we take the credit or pretend our defeat–
either way it’s our death we have planned.

God is ready to, right now, converse
through His Spirit: His choice to return us
if we ask Him directly about every verse
He will guide us where no one can burn us.

Don’t let anyone tell you, not even me,
what the “good book” says you’re to do.
Ask God yourself, and then you’ll be free
of Satan and all that’s untrue.

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WHAT BUBBLE ARE YOU THINKING PROTECTS YOU? (POEM)

THE BUBBLE POPPED AND HIS “MIND” STOPPED

I watched as the intellectual bubble he was in
get pricked by, what we should know, is the inevitable pin.
We watched as all the air passed from his lungs into the air
and the thing he prided most left and wasn’t even there.

His library full of books did not a thing to save his life.
His muscles atrophied and he fell over on his wife.
He recognized his children only once in a great while
and only for a moment in a toothless vapid smile.

When Jacob chose his lot, it was the Soul he’d left behind
to explore good and evil: and to then make up his “mind.”
But pure evil wasn’t joyful, and God helped him bust from jail
into human form: another chance to claim his lot or fail.

Which fig tree will you be: will you opt for teachable?
One who let’s the trench be dug by Him who is impeachable?
Or will you languish, not accepting nourishment or living water,
and become, for he who hates you, seasoned wood and fire’s fodder?

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WHY DID YOU FALL? (SHORT POEM)

ASK HIM WHY YOU FELL

I am so tired of falling, and I’m ready to rise
on the only thing lifting us to Heaven: to connect to Who is wise.
Yes, wisdom only comes from the One who knows it all:
ask Him about the reason why you chose to sin and fall.

Was it pride, was it greed, was it gluttonous lust,
was it listening to lies and losing all of your trust?
Was it “joining” for the sake of not being “alone?”
Was it envying the ones who had blood, flesh and bone?

Was it wanting to know everything there is to know, then choosing
after knowing what it is, by your choice, that you’d be losing?
If so, there’s more chance you’ll seek and want to know the truth
and be restored to your position as a servant, son and youth.

Was it learning to appreciate what, by God,to us is given–
was it child-like curiosity by which your wanderlust was driven?
If so, there’s more chance you’ll turn back to the Father, mourning of
the day you chose to go to hell and left behind His love.

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WHAT LOT DO YOU CHOOSE? (VERSE AND SHORT POEM)

Luke 13:6-9King James Version (KJV)

6 He spake also this parable; A certain man had a fig tree planted in his vineyard; and he came and sought fruit thereon, and found none.
7 Then said he unto the dresser of his vineyard, Behold, these three years I come seeking fruit on this fig tree, and find none: cut it down; why cumbereth it the ground?
8 And he answering said unto him, Lord, let it alone this year also, till I shall dig about it, and dung it:
9 And if it bear fruit, well: and if not, then after that thou shalt cut it down.

Angels Unaware

We are all what he spoke of as angels unaware,
because we all chose to leave Home and the love of Father’s care.
We chose to know “good and evil,” thinking that would make us wise
but such wisdom is but sadness. Returning Home’s the greatest prize.

It’s with joy we can run to God’s arms, but it’s quite a narrow path.
Yes, we risk to face, along the way, the blast of someone’s wrath
but the only one who stands there fuming, TRYING to block the way to God
is the brother who refuses to forgive and give the nod.

But that’s a flimsy excuse not to continue on this walk
towards our Father, to seek His guidance, listen more as less we talk,
and to take the place that’s set for us–the bounty of His table–
at either side of the first Prodigal: the Son we know as Abel.

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WHAT IS YOUR S AND G? (SHORT POEM)

SODOM AND GOMORRA

Giving up my “human good looks” and style
was the first step I made out the gate–
but every day I’m tempted, despite going a mile,
to turn back–would I mourn my new state?

Lot’s wife turned to salt as a warning–
can’t we read that and realize it’s weight
as a story we read every morning
to keep our eyes forward, toward our changing fate?

Even “Christians” will tempt us to turn:
to have a foot in each door if we can!
But remember that every spirit of lust comes to burn,
who reside in the walls of each man.

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TWO KINDS OF PEOPLE (SHORT POEM)

G-D SAYS THERE ARE TWO KINDS OF PEOPLE

You are either the thief on the left
or the thief on the right of the Christ.
You subscribe to belief, while confessing your theft,
or you’re by your own demons enticed.

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By The Word Of The Lord

One of my favorite stories, because it is so full of meaning for us, is 1st Kings 13. Glad to see someone else thought so, too.

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GRAFT US ONTO THE TREE, GOD (SHORT POEM)

GRAFT US ONTO THE TREE, GOD

Like Ruth
we all need to marry into
the family of One God, the truth–
like Tamar,
we all need to seek
out that star–
to give birth to the youth
who will speak.
Like Rahab, we all
need to risk our own skin
to harbor the
angels who come–
to not let temptations to
slander and sin
against God
give away where they’re from.

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PREDATOR, PREY OR FREE SON? (SHORT POEM)

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PREDATOR, PREY OR FREE SON?

You can be predator or prey (on a tray)
in the world in which you do not pray.
But in the end you’ll be eaten, digested,
by the one in whom you’ve most invested.
When we pray, we become an adopted
Son of the Creator. We’re free,
because free will was God’s gift He opted
to give, but the reason we flee.
Free will means we CAN choose to hear
the lies that are put right before us,
and, by them, be lead, in our fear,
and by someone who doesn’t adore us.

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WHAT IS TRUTH? (SHORT POEM)

WHAT IS TRUTH?

How many of us fall through the cracks
searching truth despite Satan’s attacks,
and of those who, because of him, don’t dare
to question their pastor, in prayer?

How many more say this: “What is truth?”
not knowing they sound just like Pilate,
who scoffed at it, well past his youth,
and doing so, didst he defile it?

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