Ink Pastries

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

ABORTION (a poem)

ABORTION

To this day, I’m sad that I believed
no human was in my womb.
I chose, by satan, to be deceived
and my body became a tomb.

And now the consequences have played out:
I’m abandoned by a son.
But consequences come, no doubt,
of everything we’ve done.

Reborn, we glorify and praise
Christ, who by God was cursed
for this, our sin, and all our ways
once we accept the worst.

For once we do, the One Who Knows
comes to us, lives inside,
and lovingly deflect the blows
of those who stay in pride.

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A Poem to go with Psalm 104

from Psalm 104 (and a poem He gave me to go with it)
“These all wait for You,
That You may give them their food in due season.
28 What You give them they gather in;
You open Your hand, they are filled with good.
29 You hide Your face, they are troubled;
You take away their breath, they die and return to their dust.
30 You send forth Your Spirit, they are created;
And You renew the face of the earth.”
THE MIDWIFE

Holy Spirit is the midwife
who raises us from the dust,
and would birth us yet again, for life,
if we would only trust.

But if we choose a second death–
stillborn, we’re no one’s child
but slaves to the one who would steal our breath–
who won’t be reconciled.

Our body, it returns to dust–
God’s Spirit has no choice.
It cannot stay where the lust
for revenge has drowned out Mercy’s voice.

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When I tell people, including Christians, that I’m going to Israel some day, and they say “but it’s too dangerous,” this is my reply (today, from Joseph Prince)….

PSALM 91:5–6
You shall not be afraid of the terror by night, nor of the arrow that flies by day, nor of the pestilence that walks in darkness, nor of the destruction that lays waste at noonday.
During World War II, German planes bombed London. Houses were leveled. But there was one that remained standing amidst the rubble. Its owner said that when she read Psalm 121:4, which says, “Behold, He who keeps Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep,” she told the Lord, “Lord, since You don’t sleep, then there is no point in both of us keeping awake. I will sleep while You keep watch.” And she did, while the Lord protected her and her house.

In 2005, terrorists attacked London’s public transport system. That day, a Singaporean girl found herself unexpectedly late for work and could not get to the train station in time to board her usual train. When she finally neared the station, she realized that it had been bombed just a few minutes earlier. Her mother, who worships in our church, believes that God protected her daughter that day.

God wants you to know that you have round-the-clock protection—“You shall not be afraid of the terror by night, nor of the arrow that flies by day, nor of the pestilence that walks in darkness, nor of the destruction that lays waste at noonday.”

He protects you from “the terror by night”, which could refer to evils such as rape, kidnap or murder. He promises you protection from “the arrow that flies by day”. This could refer to bullets from a crazy sniper, drive-by shootings or home-made rockets fired into your territory.

God also shields you from “the pestilence that walks in darkness”, referring to viruses which you cannot see. You don’t have to be afraid of deadly viruses lurking somewhere or wonder if some deadly disease is developing in your body.

God also doesn’t want you to be afraid of “the destruction that lays waste at noonday”, such as a tsunami hitting the beach resort you are at, or a bomb going off in the shopping mall you are in.

You need not be afraid because God, who neither slumbers nor sleeps, is watching over you 24 hours a day!

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Treat them as they were or will be (Poem)

TREAT THEM LIKE THEY WERE AND WILL BE*

In every situation ask God’s grace
to alight and infuse and correct.
In everybody, no matter, see His face
and be the angel who commends them
with love and respect.

* When I was in college, I talked my roomies into having a “Come as You Were or Will Be” party. I dressed as a futuristic person in a silver dress. Now I would dress as an angel (really, we don’t know what angels look like except they use a lot of bleach in their clothing!) because that’s what I was in the ancient of days, and what I’ll be!

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WHO IS OUR GUARDIAN ANGEL? (a case of mistaken identity)

WHO IS OUR GUARDIAN ANGEL? OUR SOUL!

The guardian angel people speak of
is your Soul in Heaven, who feels for you, Love.
Your will separated from it long ago
and from God when it chose only evil to know.
But a silver string to you, by God, was then tied
called memory that bleeds through the speeches that lied:
the memory of God and the way you once felt
before you gambled on losing it, and took the cards dealt.
And when you realized you chose misery
you pulled on the string and were lifted to be
a human, but this is the place in which you
get to choose for God once and for all, to be true,
or to be false, your “self,” which calls you to eat
and, as in 1st Kings 13, over Soul, you choose meat??

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Only One Other Causes Fear

There is only one whose power comes near
to the Father–only one other who instills, in us, fear,
in the bowels, where wills, known as spirits, reside
when they’re drawn up to earth and take on a thin hide.
And that’s Satan, so if you feel ill–butterflies–
it’s probably because you are hearing his lies,
and when you get into that fight or flight mode
he’s chasing you further from God, down the road.
So stop! Turn around, face up to this snake
who still is beneath you. Your fate is at stake!
Do not let him tell you that you’re not protected
and cherished, just because he, himself, has defected.
You’re a sojourner, traveled through hell and returning
to the Home where God awaits you and protects
you from burning!
Declare God’s sovereignty, not Satan’s. Be strong!
Remember, God’s mercy’s been here all along.

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HAVE YOU TAKEN UP YOUR CROSS? (POEM)

TAKE UP YOUR CROSS

Oh Simon of Cyrene, in from working the land–
what you saw that day when least expecting it–
the whip snapped, the finger pointed, a command
one dare not question, yet God directing it.
His blood stained your shirt, his flesh became
one with yours as you lifted that splintered wood
and bled yourself, and they all said your name
because you did the one thing they never could.
His eyes reached past swollen lids and bloody brow
to pour his peace into every sinew
you never owned. In an everlasting now
he fastened you to the lightest yoke you ever knew.
What started as a burden, and luck that’s bad,
became a journey you wished to have no end.
Plucked from the crowd, at first you were mad,
but his eyes said, “It’s me, or the life of a friend.”
By the time you were scornfully cast on the ground
you wondered what blessed soul was being saved
by this willing substitute, whom by love so bound
would let himself be, in someone’s place, enslaved.
And then it dawned on you, as if he heard you ask
and he sent you the answer to your question unvoiced,
“My child, to meet you again, I took on this task.”
(Then Simon, where his soul would soon be, rejoiced.)

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ARE YOU WILLING TO BE RESTORED? (POEM)

“SELF” IS A POISONOUS SNAKE IN THE DESERT, AND THE GOLDEN CALF WE MUST MELT
(RESTORATION IS A WORD FULL OF IMPLICATION!)
The word you’ll see, in the Bible, throughout
that ought to cure you of Thomas-like doubt
is “restoration” which thankfully implies
that we’ve always been God’s, despite all Satan’s tries.
God’s sons we once were. God’s sons we can be–
flesh is our Exodus, look to Christ on the tree.
But in fear that we can’t be born from above
we choose lust and sex that’s disguised here as “love,”
in which we love another, but as a mirror to the “self”–
it’s that same ego who buys self-help books for our shelf.
But, in repentance, it’s to our soul and God we’re restored–
when we choose to let our “golden calf” melt and be poured.
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AM I SNIFFING MY OWN? (POEM)

SNIFFING MY OWN ASS*

In my life, I’ve had my head so far up my ass
that I’ve not one excuse, not a ceiling that’s glass:
I longed for the things of this world, all that dangles.
Temptation’s a web; wings get caught in its tangles.

 

* I always want to correct me or others when “love myself” comes out. Ugh. Love of God and others is the way to love our eternal “soul,” not the temporal “self.” That’s why “self-love” is so propagated in our culture. It’s worldliness disguised as unworldliness!

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DO YOU PRESENT YOUR OPINIONS FIRST, OR YOUR SOUL?

(this makes me laugh: came to me when my dog came up to another and sniffed that dog’s butt, like it’s the first impression he’s just got to have of that other dog. Then I thought of the opinions are like assholes phrase, and connected to how we as humans have to sniff each other’s opinions when we meet…ugh…)

WE ALL HAVE OPINIONS
BUT WE ALSO HAVE SOULS

Opinions are like assholes–
we’ve one (if not a few),
but if we focused instead upon our souls
we’d sniff the truth, not poo.

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