Salt and Light

by Grace 24. June 2017 17:01
Hey everyone! Here's another poem I wrote a little while back. It was derived from one of my favorite passages in the Bible. Let me know what you think!
 
Salt and Light (Matt. 13-16)
You are salt upon the earth.
If you’ve no flavor, what’s your worth?
All that’s left for you my friend
Is to be trodden underfoot by men.
 
You’re a lamp for God; a light
That should be always gleaming bright.
If you have let your light grow dim
You stunt your usefulness to Him.
 
So keep your salty flavor in,
Guard your flame from liquid sin,
Lead the hell-bound souls from strife,
And let your lamp shine eternal life.
 

Now let's hear from you!

Did you enjoy this poem? What are some of your favorite passages in the Bible?

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Beth
Beth
6/24/2017 8:01:41 PM #

Great poem!!! I like Luke 6 among many lol!! Psalm 3 is also a favorite!!

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Grace H.
Grace H.
6/24/2017 11:19:57 PM #

Glad you liked it! Luke 6 and Psalm 3 are pretty good! God was good to give us the Bible!!!

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Scott Walker
Scott Walker
6/25/2017 12:14:02 PM #

I liked it very much.

It reminded me how darkness could envelope our world and there would be no light without God.

God's light is life, because without it there is only a lonely dark void.

Five Stars!

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Grace H.
Grace H.
6/25/2017 3:59:25 PM #

I'm glad you liked it! I believe you've seen this one before, right?

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Scott Walker
Scott Walker
6/25/2017 5:20:06 PM #

Yes, I think I did look at it, but I gave it another good look and this time I noticed that it is jammed packed with messages in three small paragraphs. Nice!

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Grace H.
Grace H.
6/25/2017 10:09:55 PM #

Glad you enjoyed!

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Scott Walker
Scott Walker
6/27/2017 1:26:32 PM #

It is getting a little quiet here on this blog, so allow me to post a poem of my later brother Eric (1964-1994).

Human Tree


We return, the sea is a family of birds

watching us in our make-shift night,

a house purring softly inside the windows of twilight,

the great liberation took its long voyage through

the melting dusk, but where are the great liberators

of Time, and who has softened the darkness to still

its beating heart???

The owls in the forest see and hear the silent creeping

and endless blackberry bush, I held you in the morning

only to hold you again in the evening, your soft arms crept

like a golden ray of Sun, your eyes entered mine,

there is no corrupting here, the stars are not violent,

and the ghosts shake minerals from their broken hands;

we turn, twisting into the roots, feeling the throb at the

base of the hulk, we too will know of he final resting,

a clear dusk shatters its perfection in one single moment,

now we are climbing to freedom, the horizon a perspective,

the earth, a knowing climber…

Freedom rests at the heart of our dance, we struggle,

burn inside the soft sinew of arms marking legs, the light

is our God, to us it is simply a meadow of purity, the grasping

for a long silence of years making love in a dance

of wooden breast and crying bosom,

there is a human tree, and it cannot be cut

by axe or saw, it is the living testament of all

we wondered it  would be.
  

  

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Scott Walker
Scott Walker
6/27/2017 1:51:38 PM #

One more poem, from my late brother Eric (1964-1994).

The Love in Me


Most writers write of love

as a tragedy, I write it as

a joy of all living things,

love is so giving that I cannot see

the reason to lock it up, conceal the

passion of knowing another in words of hate

and human ignorance.

The love in me grows everyday,

and I do not waste it on trifles,

it is the sunshine in my eyes,

the rain in my heart, pouring down

to kiss the earth.

Love grows like a strong tree

that must bend in the wind to survive.

Love is not blind, but a perceptual dance

letting go of all inhibitions to feel the earth

inside one’s skin, to give to it like fire to the wind;

love is change, but change for the better,

like a fog that surrounds the sea, but clears

on the land.

Love takes me away into fantasy, but then

brings me back with reality,

to touch and feel the flesh of another

is to know the skin of your fingers is full

of the ripeness of the day.

I love you, and I know you love me,

so what is life but the grand play

of giving and taking all the day,

and sharing the fruit of each others heart

with meaning and intent in the dark

of each evening’s passionate embrace,

life is love and that will never change,

though the truth is always entering into fiction,

love is forever with us and real as the night

that falls like a cold horizon that is

warmed by your breath.      

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Olivia Bell (aka Livy)
Olivia Bell (aka Livy)
6/28/2017 6:28:02 PM #

This was so good, Grace! Your poetry is so wonderful and I can't wait for more posts! 5 stars for sure! Laughing

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Grace H.
Grace H.
6/28/2017 8:13:21 PM #

Thanks Olivia! I'm glad you enjoyed it! Don't worry, more is definitely coming! Laughing

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