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Poetry, Writing

Aslan’s Reign

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(Poem 107 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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Aslan’s reign shall have no end;
from ocean to mountain,
the land will be prosperous.
Jew and Gentile, and everyone
else, will gather on the banks of
The Great River to gaze at the
beauty of the living stars who
dance and move as they please.
After looking into his eyes,
those who rejoice at seeing him
are welcomed into his world; no
one is forced to dwell in paradise.
Soup and pie, jellies and ices,
fruit and nuts, and endless tea—
magical beasts, giants, and dragons,
dwarves, centaurs, and unicorns alike
share in feasts of honey and cakes,
pomegranates and peaches in
many-colored sugar and cream.
Toffee trees with peppermint leaves
grow wild alongside lovely dryads.
The great eagle soars above
the rolling hills and never once
notices the mice or small birds
fluttering below, as there is no
more death, mourning, crying,
or pain, for the former things
have passed away, and all is peace.

@Home Studio – 107th poem of the year

Lewis, C. S. The Chronicles of Narnia Series. HarperCollins, 1950-1956.

Revelation 21:4, The Bible. King James Version, http://www.bible.com/bible/compare/REV.21.4

Poetry, Writing

Esther

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(Poem 88 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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Hadassah’s fate was sealed by her beauty,
to become queen of the Persians and Medes.
Though Jewish blood ran through her veins,
Ahasuerus supplied all her needs.

She was put in place to save her people
from Haman, a vindictive and hateful man
who wanted to kill her entire race
with a conniving and evil master plan.

By purim’s luck, the date was set
to exterminate every Jew in the land,
but Esther’s favor with the king bought grace,
which allowed her people to take a stand.

And on that day so long ago
when soldiers attacked the Jews,
they were ready with weapons to defend themselves
thanks to the king’s brave Jewish muse.

@Home Studio – 88th poem of the year

Poetry, Writing

May the Lord Listen to Your Prayers

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(To the mediocre musician. On the guitar. A Psalm of Rebekah.)

(Poem 38 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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May the Lord listen to your prayers;
may you feel blessed to be alive.

May you never have to wait too long
for packages you ordered to arrive.

May your coffee stay hot ‘til the last drop,
and your Wi-fi connection be strong.  

May your wait-times be short when you’re on hold
and your days off feel pleasantly long.

May the dogs come when you call
and never escape through the fence.

May your children behave out in public
and your dishes be easy to rinse.

May your bills get paid on time in full
and your credit score be high.

May you look at the person you’re in love with
and never wonder why.

May your shows renew and stream with ease;
may no spoilers give away the end.

May you have the best time filming yourself,
taking part in the latest trend.

May the book you’re reading have a sequel,
and you win the game you play.

May your friends all want to come to your gig,
and you have a lovely day.

For simple are the joys that comfort our hearts
when chaos is all around.

And plenty of thanks is our if we notice
the blessings that abound.

(Inspired by reading the Psalms of the Bible) – 38th poem of the year

Poetry, Writing

Oh, Moses

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(Poem 32 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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Oh, Moses, what have you done?
Your grudge against Egypt has
bound an entire people to stone,
made monsters of the very images
they destroyed out of fear, and
made them guilty of the blood of
their brothers of other mothers.

Poor Moses, torn between
the people of your birth
and your adopted culture,
millions have endured
the weight of your words.

Dear, Moses, the generation of
Jubilee is upon us, our freedom
established by the edicts written
in the blood of every life lost
in the name of inheritance,
promised land, birthright,
Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob.

No, Moses, no longer do the
grievous burdens chain us to your
commands and dictates.
We are newborn.
We are released from bondage.
We are free.

@Home Studio – 32nd poem of the year