Maybe Someday

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Christian walk, enemies, pain, prayer, walking with Jesus

I won’t have to grit my teeth
And wonder when my feelings
Will align with Jesus’ commands.
On that beautiful someday,
I’ll forgive even before
I ever start praying
Sincerely
For God to bless
These enemies of mine
Who make daily life
With them in it
Such a prickly trial
Such a miserific, harsh uphill trek
Toward necessary holiness.
That beautiful someday
Lies beyond cloud-draped hills,
Over rainbow dreams
Straight ahead to the exquisite
Impossibly beautiful heart of God.
Jesus, please
Take me to that someday!
Amen!

by Gwennon
August 1, 2022

“Ye have heard that it hath been said, Thou shalt love thy neighbour, and hate thine enemy. But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you; that ye may be the children of your Father which is in heaven: for he maketh his sun to rise on the evil and on the good, and sendeth rain on the just and on the unjust.”
‭‭Matthew‬ ‭5:43-45‬ ‭KJV‬‬

The “ETH” ending shows a continuing action in the verb: i.e., God continually makes His sun to rise on the evil and the good, and He continually sends rain on the just and the unjust.

I wonder how our thoughts would change if we ever realized how much God does for us constantly.

In Case You Were Wondering

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irony

You would probably never suspect me
Of being painfully shy, though I am.
Unless you know me, my introversion
Can fly right under the radar, well-cloaked,
And most people will never know the truth.
Not that they need to. The world will go on
Fine without my name lit in neon lights.
I am okay with that. I do not need
Needless notoriety to find joy
Daily where I am. Joy is everywhere,
Masquerading at times in the mundane.
Yet those determined souls will track it down,
Needing nothing too extraordinary
At all to capture it and make it theirs.
Most people find joy outside of cheap fame,
Escaping the traps and entanglements
Of being too well “known” from a distance.
Nevertheless, at times we may want it.
Minding our own business is boring, and
You’d be hard-pressed to find souls not seeking
Blatant praise and applause for well-done work.
Left to ourselves, most of us sink to that.
Of course, there are other rewards right now:
God gives me joy in these writings themselves.

This is awful, but I’m not sure when I wrote this. It was some time before our last move.

Will You Please Forgive Me for Having These Thoughts?

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farmers and ranchers in trouble, God, humor, Jesus, pain

I saw you at THE CHOCOLATE BAR –
A place you never could have been –
Astride a barstool, gulping down
A smoothie with your “next of kin”,
Church bulletins turned into fans,
Commiserating pain and loss
That undermined your greatest plans:
Y’all wondered at THE TRAIL BOSS.
Your cattle ordered one more round
Of smoothies made of blueberries.
Blue beard and mustache fully found
A home on faces hung with care,
As coyotes scurried all around
To find a seat and service there.
I shook my head and bowed in prayer,
Since what I saw in there weren’t real,
And asked The LORD to strength renew
And kindly His good plans reveal
So silly thoughts won’t fall so far
I see you at THE CHOCOLATE BAR.

Gwennon
June 25, 2022

for Teresa

“The LORD bless thee, and keep thee: The LORD make his face shine upon thee, and be gracious unto thee: The LORD lift up his countenance upon thee, and give thee peace.”
‭‭Numbers‬ ‭6:24-26‬ ‭KJV‬‬

Ah, LORD God, please have mercy on all the farmers and ranchers who are struggling. Please rescue them powerfully with good weather and everything they need, without so much struggle. I know that we need a certain amount of tension in our lives to be well-tuned violin strings making beautiful music. But too much tension is just as sloppy and discordant as too little. So please help all the farmers and ranchers by removing some of the tension and stress in their lives. We thank you in advance for what you are going to do.
In Jesus’ name,
Amen!

Dear Friends, you are welcome to pray with me here.

A Mourning Morning

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crying, death, death of a parent, mourning, sorrow

Lost in what we’ll never do again:
Trapped in tears and aching might-have-been:
Never speaking like we did before;
Never sharing holidays and meals;
Never sharing tales of fam’ly lore;
Never sharing birthdays, or reveals;
Never sharing hymnals in the pew;
Never planning parties, baking cakes;
Never sharing secrets that are new;
Never lighting charcoal, grilling steaks;
Thrashed with ragged pain, now fresh and deep;
Ever praying Heaven is your keep;
Snagging hankies, losing self-control,
Missing you and praying for your soul.

by Gwennon
April 29, 2022

for Betty Jo,
who stepped into eternity in April 27, 202

Culture Shock

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acceptance, COVID culture, culture shock, fitting in, masks, pain, rejection, virtue signalling

I wore my mask to please the world,
Where NO ONE WAS WEARING A MASK.
I should have questioned how to fit in,
But didn’t know WHO to ask.
Offending while wanting only to please,
I’m failing again at this task,
Signaling virtue to no one at all,
As for air and acceptance I gasped.

Gwennon

March 16, 2022

Origami Ladder

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Jesus, pain, waiting

An origami ladder
I’m building to the moon
While waiting for an answer
That isn’t coming soon.
I’m living in the middle
Of someone else’s choice,
And they have all the power:
In this I have no voice.
No confidant save Jesus
Can stop and wait with me.
And there’s none else to lean on,
As far as I can see.
My origami ladder
Make take me to the moon
Before I get that answer
That isn’t coming soon.

by Gwennon
October 4, 2021

An implied promise, a strong betrayal, and a very long, laborious wait have combined to shake my family’s world. We are needing to lean on Jesus like never before. Prayers welcome.

Let Me Want Nothing!

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acrostic, Christian life, God, Jesus, pain

My hope keeps sinking to the LESS —
Ongoing source of bitter pain! —
Reframing me, I must confess.
Expensive loss!!! It can’t remain!
The source of life must be my source:
Hereafter God must be my goal,
And I must plot His better course:
New import give unto my soul.
It’s now that I must set my heart
While life remains and grace still calls.
At Christ’s command I’ll soon depart,
No more to live in earthly halls.
Today is when I cast my lot:
Give Christ and holy aims my love,
Or shrink to short-term comforts not
Designed to fit me for Above.

Gwennon
January 2, 2022

This is the year that I want to draw closer to God and start leaving behind those hindrances that divide me from my most important love: Jesus. With the help of a book called IDOL LIES: Facing the Truth About Our Deepest Desires by Dee Breston (which has some wonderful accompanying videos online), I’m hoping to get back on track. Feel free to pray for me on this. And tell me your own prayer concerns.

Sharp Contrast

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Jesus, the cross

The cross He bore was huge
While this is small
The cross He bore was rough
While this is smooth
The cross He bore took all
His love to prove
My little cross takes little
Strength to move.
His ev’ry moment
Pulled Him to that place
Where Sin and Love and nails
Met Heaven’s Grace.
Now let me,
Though the cross I hold
Is small,
Be brought in thought
To Him
Whose cross was tall.

Gwennon,
February 9, 2021

The poem is actually for a little wooden cross I couldn’t resist at the Bible bookstore. I bought others for this year’s Christmas, and I wanted a poem to include with them. This morning, God graciously provided the words.

Read more of my poems at mybetterpoems.wordpress.com

Harping On

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harp, joy, music, practice

I will learn your patience,
And you will learn my touch,
And I will learn the value
Of the WRITTEN note, and such.
And I will learn your temper,
And you will learn my time,
And we will make sweet melodies
As into joy we climb.
Through prickled thorns of challenge,
Through rushed or gentle pace,
Together we will weave a gift
Of storied, practiced grace.
And you will let each finger
That through your essence swings,
Become a partner in the songs
You seasoned in your strings.

Gwennon
December 1, 2021

for EVA JUBILEE
of the double row of 22 strings

Thankfully?

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thanksgiving

As we gather with fam’ly and friends,
Let’s thank God, on Whom all life depends:
For the gifts He bestows,
And the kindness He shows,
Which for those who choose Him never ends.

Gwennon, November 19, 2017