Waiting for Heaven (a Ghazal)

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Obsolete // life’s most difficult burden
Life lingers on as you wait for heaven

Your rising soul resists the dimming light
Strong and powerful //waiting for heaven

Time and physical tolls // body wears out
Still you struggle // not ready for heaven

Mind and body fail you // yet life goes on
Disappear // four walls // waiting for heaven

The end is near // it is perfectly clear
Breathing is difficult // nearing heaven

Spirit rises // all earthly struggles cease
Safe in the arms of God // you reach heaven

A few years ago we waited while my mother-in-law was coming to the end of her life. I wrote a poem at that time called Waiting to Die, which was a combination of what I felt about life and what was actually taking place.  Today, I have condensed those thoughts into a Ghazal for d’Verse Poets Pub.  The Ghazal is from an ancient Arabic poety that writes in couplets of the same length. They end in each couplet with the same or similar words. It us usually about love, life, or pain. This is my second attempt at a Ghazal.

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

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Theory of Everything

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This week at d’Verse Poets Pub, we have been discussing theories of everything both real and imagined. When Darwin’s theory of evolution was presented it was greatly challenged by the Christian Church leaders. Those who believed in creationism could not accept this far out theory. The debate still goes on, with no one really able to prove their theory.  Yet one has to wonder, as we look at the world around us, how it all came about!

As I contemplate my existence
How it must have all come about
I find a thought persistent
In my mind and won’t come out

If as some believe we all came from the ocean
Organisms and fish learning to breathe on land
Evolving into monkeys, dinosaurs, and toucans
Then we are all the same both woman and man

In every drop of water and every living thing
The DNA strands in us and them should all be the same
But the opposite seems to be true it seems
DNA is different in every living organism, woman, and man

So how can it be possible to have such strange dichotomy
Millions upon millions of living things
All different yet with such unique anatomy
Not one of them the same whether on legs or on wings

With such a well-ordered plan and imaginative design
It seems intelligence beyond our comprehension
Has put in motion this world a one of a kind
And we all participate in this great dispensation

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

A New Day…

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Easter Lilies bloom

Announce a new day dawning

Love wins // Grace for all

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Frank Tassone  asked us to consider the lily in our Haikai Poem for Easter Sunday.  The lily has long been a symbol of Easter.  Its beauty is a symbol of purity and new life. Hopefully your day has been a rewarding and inspirational one.

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Where Does the Spirit Dwell

 

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Spirit Questions (a Rubaiyat)
Where dwells the spirit before life begins
Waiting to entwine with genes at man’s whim
Does it float in space riding red star dust
Or in ocean waves where the teeming swim

Where dwells the spirit when I took my first
Breath of life merged with heart and lungs first thirst
Spirit seems at home in this flesh and bone
Fragile body // heart pumping till it bursts

Where does my spirit dwell when life is done
As eyes close in death and the race is run
Breath leaves the body and the spirit’s rises
Rejoining spirit with Spirit // lives on

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

I posted this poem a year ago, but thought it would be a good one for Holy Week.
Today Frank at d’Verse asked us to write a rubia or a rubaiyat.
“A rubai or stanza in a rubaiyat is four lines long and rhymes AABA in iambic pentameter meter. That is how Edward Fitzgerald translated Omar Khayyam’s Rubaiyat. Khayyam was an 11th century Persian. Fitzgerald’s translation appeared in 1859.”
This is my first attempt at this so I hope I come close to what is expected.

Beyond the Dark Door

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What lies beyond the dark door?
We do not know // still we move on…
Climbing the staircase one step at a time;
Moving toward our anticipated transformation.

 

Make the most of each step // rise higher and higher;
Enjoy the warmth of sunshine on your face;
Take time to smell the flowers lining the way.
When you reach that dark door of the unknown.
Step confidently through into the light of the future.

 

Embrace whatever your next life holds…
Knowing God who brought you this far
Will continue to surround you with Light and Love

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Painting: Dwight L. Roth

 

 

 

 

Power All Around Us

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The forces of nature are astounding! Whether it be an erupting volcano or a powerful waterfall, we can only stand in awe of the forces at work in the world around us. This past year we watched fires destroy a whole town in California, mudslides carry houses crashing down the slopes, and Tornados that flatten everything in their path.

And then we see the power of creation in opposite ways in the beauty of birds, flowers, butterflies. and rainbows. The God of creation must have had a wonderful time when he created all these things that make us marvel. I find it very hard to believe that this all happened out of nothing or from an exploding star.  The earth is a very special place!

God of creation
Revealed in power and grace
Leaving us in awe
Purpose in every detail
Makes my faith an easy choice

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Painting and Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Privilege

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Give me comfort not truth
It suits me better and eases my mind
In my fine house
Behind the gate
Just down the lane
I close the door
I don’t feel your pain
Give me comfort not truth
Salve my guilt
Hide my shame
In my fine car I’m not to blame
I drive on…
Can’t be soiled or stained
Give me comfort not truth
Save my soul
Free my mind
As I drop a five in your plate
for the bottom line
I close my eyes
My heart is blind
Give me comfort not truth
Oh… what tangled webs we weave
Don’t tell me you love me
Just please don’t leave
Give me comfort not truth
As I consume Earth’s wealth
Never blinking
Fill me up…
My car, My truck, My boat, My SUV…
…Isn’t life grand!
Give me comfort not truth
Tell me what I want to hear.
God loves me more than he loves you
Maybe next year he’ll help you too
Give me comfort not truth
Vote for me // I’m God’s man
Tell ‘em to get a job
No more helping hand.
We’ll send our young solders to fight in Iran
Give me comfort not truth
My views are always best
ABC & NBC FOX & CNN
I’ll close my mind and just pretend.
Give me comfort not truth
We are the “chosen ones”
We are blessed
We deserve it,
This “Christian Nation”
No aid for them
In their situation
Give me comfort not truth
Could I be wrong?
No, it would be too hard to change
This good life will always stay the same!

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Today at d’verse HA challenged us to look at privilege and how it affects us as individuals and as a society. I wrote this poem a couple of years ago when thinking about this very thing. I came to the conclusion that few want to hear or face the truth. They would much rather be comfortable.

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My Faith

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Faith is the floodplain of Grace
Where I plant my roots to grow
Giving me the strength I need
To find meaning and purpose in life
Faith is the floodplain of Grace
Where conscience and moral values
Are cultivated throughout my lifetime;
Bringing meaning and purpose to life
Faith brings meaning and purpose to life
Sharing in a community of likeminded
Believers who support and encourage
One another to become all we can be
Faith is my connection to God
Community is the cement holding us,
The lively stones // the believers in Christ,
Together in love and fellowship
Faith is the floodplain of Grace where I am rooted
The source of who I am

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Light

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Living in darkness
Trees reach for the light
Following the sun
As it reclines on the edge of the world
Knowing that without light
There is no life
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My soul rises toward the light
In a world filled with darkness
Evil pressing in to overwhelm
Terrors for all who dwell below
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Let your spirit rise with mine
Reach for the Son
The source of Light and Life
Always shining never hiding
Spirit touching spirit
Reflecting the Light of Love
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My escape
From the eternal darkness
Closing in around me

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth