Death is an enemy
With a dark, evil face
A crusty old demon
With insatiable taste
For blood and gore
And fear and pain
He strikes fatal blows
Then laughs in disdain
Death is the enemy
Evil his tool
Suffering his pleasure
By it he rules
Over all men and beasts
Over all living things
He crushes and jabs
Pierces and stings
But death fools himself
He does not know
His sinister plans
Have nowhere to go
He afflicts for a while
He sneers and scoffs
But his wicked schemes
Will soon be cut off
Flailing and grasping
Doing his best
To bring us to hell
Along with the rest
Of frail humankind
Caught up in the fray
Of selfish pleasures
And hedonist ways
Try as he will
For ultimate gain
There is another
With opposite aims
Jesus is life
Joy, hope and peace
He brought it all
To give us release
From death and his minions
From pain, fear and dread
He won the battle
Death is now dead
Glorious parade
Of final victory
Exposing the enemy’s
Blatant defeat
Death had been routed
His plans are displayed
As impotent failures
Temporary graves
God in the heavens
Now laughs at death’s tries
To steal his beloved
From under His eyes
No one can snatch them
Not even death
God has the last word
He holds every breath
He fashioned each life
His heart sets the time
Of our departure
From under these skies
His children can trust him
With each new day
He calls the shots
He has the last say
Into the heavens
Paradise home
We’re going soon
But not alone
Beloved companions
Family and friends
Waiting to meet us
When this era ends
God, our dear father
Jesus, his Son
Will run to embrace us
When our lives are done
Death is a demon
That thinks it has won
Ugly and sneering
Its time will come
Into the pit
Of stench and fire
Deserved retribution
For all his ire
Against all the chosen
But we are immune
From death’s devices
He’ll find out soon
We’ll be in heaven
He’ll be in hell
Goodness will rule
And all will be well
Tag: Fear
Grief
Grief invades
And overtakes
Barreling into
Each moment awake
Grief demands
Attention here
Plummets me
Into despair
Grief the bully
Reminding me
Of the one I’ve been
The ones I’ve known
What if I stood
Up from the earth
To which I’m bent
And searched
Is there something
In grief’s end
That can become
A friend?
A teacher?
A guide?
Leading me to
What’s deeper inside
Exquisite pain
Of all things lost
Jesus hanging
On the cross
Bowed there
For a time
In agony and grief
That was mine
Only to see
Grief ends
For you
For me
Grief now tender
As made new
It renders
Hope
This Little Light of Mine
Last night my Torbie cat, Georgia, attacked our sliding glass door. It’s not something she does a lot, but on occasion we have a visiting feline that she takes issue with.
When that intruder appears on the other side of the glass, she goes after it, however unsuccessfully.
But last night when I heard her scratch at the glass pane, I didn’t see the offending cat. Yet Georgia kept peering outside. I knew she saw something out there.
I got down on my hands and knees near where Georgia had stationed herself, trying to make out in the dim light what was under our patio furniture keeping her rapt attention.
Then I spied a furry lump in the darkness under a patio chair. I could tell it was breathing since the fur was moving up and down. That was no cat.
I called my husband to take a look. He opened the bright flashlight feature on his phone and that little creature scurried away like a shot.
In a split second I reacted and flew outside to follow it. It was nowhere to be seen. I halted and began to move stealthily from a chair to the ottoman to the other chair to the sofa.
Nothing.
We have covers on our outdoor furniture since it’s not quite warm enough to take them off, so I decided to chance it and shake the covers to see if anything would pop out.
That did the trick.
Out from under a chair hurried a large, gray thick-tailed, bug-eyed rat. It rushed across the patio and I screamed. It ran into the corner and up the fence.
I approached it and made some strange sounds. I thought I might make it leave our yard and head back into the forest, or from wherever it came.
But nope.
It scratched it’s way down the fence post and ran across the path right in front of me. I screamed again. It skittered across the rocks, under our rosemary bush and out of sight.
Loving the Light
Rats love the darkness and fear the exposure that the brightness of light brings. It can be the same with people.
Jesus said,
And this is the judgment: the light has come into the world, and people loved the darkness rather than the light because their works were evil.
For everyone who does wicked things hates the light and does not come to the light, lest his works should be exposed.
But whoever does what is true comes to the light, so that it may be clearly seen that his works have been carried out in God.
John 3:19-21
The Light of the World came to dwell in us. To make our darkness light. To shine out from within us to a hurting world.
John the Baptist was a burning, shining lamp that shone on the path leading to Jesus. (John 1:6-8; 5:35)
Jesus said that we, too, are lights that shine for him if we believe.
You are the light of the world. A city set on a hill cannot be hidden. Nor do people light a lamp and put it under a basket, but on a stand, and it gives light to all in the house.
In the same way, let your light shine before others, so that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father in heaven.
Matthew 5:14-16
Gifts in the Light
My close encounter with the rat last night reminded me that we have nothing to fear from the light.
That little creature reacted by instinct. It assumed that exposure meant danger.
It had no way of knowing that I would not have harmed it.
Thankfully, the Bible never compares us to rats. But we sometimes act like they do, running from light that would help us, not harm us.
Forfeiting the joy and freedom of exchanging or darkness for light.
Ignoring the opportunity to be a shining, burning lamp that brings glory to God and pleasure from him.
Dear Jesus, give us the grace to come to you into the light. Shine your beams of love into our darkest places. Cleanse us and make our hearts into lamps that burn brightly for you. For your glory and for our good. Amen.