Author: floweringpoverello

Peace

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It is your innerness

that is revealed

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As the ripples of action

cease

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The silence irradiates

a new mystery

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And the spirit knows

peace.

peace spiritknows SFS

I Have Found My Way

I have found my way 

and it is a different way to the world’s way  

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A way that leads to life through death 

a way of grace and reconciliation 

humility, obedience and self-renunciation  

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I have found my way 

I have found a new identity  

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Now I can begin again 

to live and work 

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to write and sing 

I can begin again  

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And I can now be understood 

by love of one known greater than myself 

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Who gave his life for love of me 

his life and love now newly understood  

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Renouncing all his pleasures 

all the comforts of his soul 

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Relinquished all in the death of hell 

he felt upon the cross  

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In the dark a single cry 

‘Why – O my God – why?’  

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Forsaken,  not gone astray like us  

punished for all our wanderings  

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The Jews had forty years – I had twenty 

in the desert before he gave me plenty 

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Of grace, of love, of fellowship 

with others, sisters, brothers newly found 

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Discovered and recovered from the grave  

a flock and then a kingdom saved 

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To serve their lord and shepherd

Faithfully  

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And now we come to live together 

to meet the world and serve forever 

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The king

Of all the heavens  

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Having fellowship with the light 

fighting still the endless fight  

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The darkness that surrounds us 

that will not quickly leave us  

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Shining like stars despite our sin 

struggling still to let him in  

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I have found my way 

and it is a different way from the world’s way  

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I have found my God

My feast 

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And now I bear the yoke 

that brings at last my peace. 

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Inspiring Paintings: Much Very Ordinary in the Spiritual Way

There is much

That is very ordinary

In the spiritual way

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Faithfulness

Perseverance

Kindess

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Self-control

Patience

And love

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May guard

Your soul

Each day.

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“Christ in the House of His Parents” by John Millais is an ordinary scene but one packed with symbolism of a wound, of a bowl of water, of sheep in the background

Inspirers – George Herbert

 

“Love bade me welcome

But my soul drew back…”

 

So begins one of George Herbert’s great poems, called “Love (III)”.

 

Although Herbert is not well known, he writes with a powerful simplicity.  He understands love, suffering and inner struggles.

Many of his lines have inspired me.  This is how his poem “The Call” begins:

comemyway HERBERT

 

And these words are from a great poem called “The Flower”, about dealing with storms in life, and then “budding again”:

 

6. budagain HERBERT

 

One of my self-published collections is called “The Joy of Creation”,  and I imitated his style in this piece, which called by the same name:

For the Joy of Creation

 

See my first grey hairs have come

but will they also take my brain?

Can I not remain

in writing fine and witty?

 

Sure, my God would not care so

as long as my verses still contain

You are still my God at heart,

which is the richest part

 

And while my body wastes away

I am renewed within and constantly

And as I age

that is my brightest day.

 

So if I keep my lovely lines

or not is not for me to say

All I could ever dare

was You are still my God

 

If I have written this

which ever way it is

then I have written fair.

 

agebrightday JOC

 

This is from an earlier collection, chronologically, again in Herbert’s simple style.

 

‘I took your book’

 

I took your book

and read

 

It said you bled

for me

 

They cried

who watched you die

 

But joy now fills my heart

I’ll not part

 

From your ways

all my days.

 

joyfillsmyheart FW

 

If you are interested in reading more, there are many, many thoughtful, wonderful poems by him. “Prayer (I)” is particularly wonderful, packed full of metaphors.  And “Heaven” is another fantastic poem, where each alternate line answers the previous merely by echoing part of the previous rhyming word.

Inspiring Poem – "Heaven" by George Herbert

I first read this poem when I was a teenager, and I was completely amazed at how George Herbert both makes the poem rhyme with echoes of the word on each previous line, but also how it suggests such profound meaning.

See whether you agree…!

O who will show me those delights on high?
Echo. I.
Thou Echo, thou art mortall, all men know.
Echo. No.
Wert thou not born among the trees and leaves?
Echo. Leaves.
And are there any leaves, that still abide?
Echo. Bide.
What leaves are they? impart the matter wholly.
Echo. Holy.
Are holy leaves the Echo then of blisse?
Echo. Yes.
Then tell me what is that supreme delight?
Echo. Light.
Light to the minde: what shall the will enjoy?
Echo. Joy.
But are there cares and businesse with the pleasure?
Echo. Leisure.
Light, joy, and leisure; but shall they persever?
Echo. Ever.

‘Heaven’ by George Herbert

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