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Birth of a Princess

Baba — Mon, 09 Jun 2008 10:57:24 +0000

There she stands with her hands raised high,
a new born babe in Jesus’ sight.
He called and she came,
never more the same as she was.

Stammering lips and an unknown tongue,
hair a little wild and a wonderful smile.
Wonderful things that carry us like wings
to the throne room of the king.
He’s waited and waiting
to accept this birth.
He is one that truly values its worth.

More than coin or diamonds or gold,
more than anything the ages hold.
This is the entrance of a princess into the kingdom.
The birth of eternal freedom.
Joy unspeakable and hope unthinkable.
Life.
Abundant.

Congratulations to my sister twice over!

A Message To Myself

Baba — Tue, 15 Apr 2008 03:54:05 +0000

Private purpose doesn’t feed me.
It doesn’t cover me up in winter
or put together the splintered pieces of my mind.
Pray for me? Yes, but I must confess
that those prayers do less for me than a burger
when the hunger is gnawing at my gut.

I see you and you see me,
but what I see is you flee at the sight of me.
Avoidance is your goal,
because I just don’t pass the test
of a socio-economico portfolio.

I don’t fit in with your best laid plans.
Stand too close and you’ll smell like me, look like me,
talk like I talk and walk with a limp, like a gimp
who eats in shelters and weathers reality
by living in dreams.

This just can’t be all that you have to give.
I need more. Not just a hot air prayer.
I need food and a friend,
a companion that can see me a ways off,
since looking at me right now
isn’t much to see.

Listen to Jesus is what I say.

Maybe He’d say to stay anyway.

Death of a Camr

Baba — Thu, 20 Mar 2008 16:51:02 +0000

My Camr is a car that doesn’t know y
it spits and sputters steam so high.
It sends that needle so far to the right
that I pray to the Lord with all my might.

Just get me to work, I say to Him and her,
but quietly I wonder if that will occur.
This baby’s just not what it used to be,
so it gets very little trust from me.

Now it sits alone in a lot,
thinking to itself, “I’d make a nice flower pot.”
In it I’ll put not one more dime or cent,
and to a junkyard it will likely be lent.

So goodbye, dear Camr car.
We will now carry on from afar.

My Yesterday Mind

Baba — Wed, 05 Mar 2008 04:57:02 +0000

As the pressure of the tide
is the sadness of my yesterday mind.
Constant and tugging,
bugging me with a fountain of doubts
and doublespeak. The walking
is rougher than the running
and the crawling will almost kill you.

It’s a battle that’d rattle a champion,
so does this challenger even have a chance?
Blessedly it’s not my status or stance
but rather the dance of divine
that entwines my DNA,
allowing my mind to wander
but my soul not to stray.

Poet’s Corner: The Wheels of Eternity

Baba — Wed, 20 Feb 2008 02:24:36 +0000

Once upon a time, I spent a great deal of my time and effort attempting to be a writer. Well, with getting married and having a family, I kind of let it fall by the wayside. In fact, it has been over four years since I’ve wrote any poetry or prose. Well, during my fever ridden sleep last night (see last post), for whatever reason I started thinking of story ideas. Tonight, I sat down and wrote my first poem in a while. Well, here goes:

The Wheels of Eternity

Someone somewhere sings a song of praise.
Another prays for hope long gone.
The God of Miracles hears them both
and the wheels of eternity move on.

Through Adam’s blunder and Abram’s big walk,
prophets and judges and kings,
God’s humble fall and a Savior’s climb,
the wheels of eternity keep rolling by.

Such a tapestry of wants and hurts and needs,
and yet my Jesus still looks at me.
A simple soul
with a long way to go.
A myriad of failures
amidst mercy and potential.

Living a renter’s life.