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I've added a new entry to my book, "These Are My JOTtings, Part #2"  : "When the Time Comes" “(For he saith, I have heard thee in a time accepted, and in the day of salvation have I succoured thee: behold, now is the accepted time; behold, now is the day of salvation.)” (II Corinthians 6:2, KJV) Blessings, All!     |
| I've added a new entry to my book, "These Are My JOTtings, Part #2" : "When Inspiration Comes" This is the second time recently when I couldn't think of a unique subject to write my poem about. That has turned into the exercise of observation and then writing about the process. I had to grind out the first verse, but each verse got easier, and I ended up with eight quatrains. I love it when that happens. With that as background information, I hope you enjoy tonight's poem. Blessings, All! |
| I've added a new entry to my book, "These Are My JOTtings, Part #2" : "April Showers, May Flowers, and June Bowers" Today's poem is dedicated to all the harried brides, making their final preparations for June weddings this year, and to the few who will cherish daughters in the coming years, so named after these months of preparation. May these young ladies be gifted family singers who will fill their ears with music.  Blessings, All! |
| I've added a new entry to my book, "These Are My JOTtings, Part #2" : "The Day of All Days" This is the rough draft of my entry into the
How wonderful that Christ arose from the dead, never to die again. "15 Jesus saith unto her, Woman, why weepest thou? whom seekest thou? She, supposing him to be the gardener, saith unto him, Sir, if thou have borne him hence, tell me where thou hast laid him, and I will take him away. 16 Jesus saith unto her, Mary. She turned herself, and saith unto him, Rabboni; which is to say, Master." (John 20:15-16, KJV) Blessings, All! |
| I've added a new entry to my book, "These Are My JOTtings, Part #2" : "Minute: "It's Time to Rhyme"" Today's poem has been created for the weekly challenge from
Sometimes, writing a poem about the process of writing a poem is at least as much fun as finding some other subject to write about. I hope you enjoy this one, which also includes my love of music. Blessings, All! |
| I've added a new entry to my book, "These Are My JOTtings, Part #2" : "Grumbling Sky" At present, I must drive to church through this cautionary tale of grumbling sky and impending rain. Everything seems to remind me of something regarding the Lord. This is no exception. HIStory's sky is grumbling, too. Gentle rain, grumbles of thunder, and wonderment about what the Lord may do soon in this world He created, but whose residents have by and large walked away from Him. "Flee the Wrath to come!" This warning from John Bunyan's The Pilgrim's Progress seems most apropos. Blessings, All! |
I've added a new entry to my book, "These Are My JOTtings, Part #2" : "Waiting Under the Clouds" It's becoming summer in The South. Clouds and rain in the afternoon, mugginess at night, and in the morning. Life can be that way, too. Uncertainty clouds the path ahead, but The One, Who knows the Way can guide us by the hand. "Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me." (John 14:6, KJV) Blessings, All! |
| I've added a new entry to my book, "These Are My JOTtings, Part #2" : "Maundy Thursday of Holy Week" In the Hero's Journey, Maundy Thursday is the great tragic ending of The One, Whom the whole story is about. The enemy has the hero in a seemingly No-Win Scenario. He seems to be done for, unless He's able to free Himself from the clutches of His greatest nemesis. For Jesus, there would be no such freeing of Himself. By His Own Choice, He gave himself up to the worst the devil could throw at him, knowing that His Plan was Salvation, that would free lost souls from eternal Hell. Resurrection Weekend is Jesus' Story, the hero's story in which Victory was not procured as escape from defeat, but Ultimate Victory through an initial defeat. Blessings, All! |
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ReplyI've added a new entry to my book, "These Are My JOTtings, Part #2" : "The Day After the Greatest Day" The Glory of the Lord Jesus Christ is all that ever matters. He has given many of us excellent writing skills, but His Glory is ultimate. Lewis Carroll has given us made-up English words in his poem, "The Jabberwocky." One of these is now ensconced in the English dictionary. Another I've used in my poem today. Only once did Death outgrabe chilly talons to draw His Majesty, Jesus to the grave. One wonders if Jesus will chortle as He returns the favor on His Grand and Glorious Day. Blessings, All! |
Amethyst Angel 💐  - I am. I rarely have a lot of time for writing, between the hours of playing the piano for Memory Care on Monday afternoon, and work in the evening. I'm so glad the Lord helped me with this gem, before I go to bed. Blessings Always. |
| I've added a new entry to my book, "These Are My JOTtings, Part #2" : "BEST. DAY. EVER!!!" Today's poem on Resurrection Sunday addresses a cliché that needs correcting. Cartoons know nothing, except the thoughts of the humans that fill those cartoons. Sadly, the enemy tries to preempt everything that is good with something silly or trite. I'm looking forward to the Rapture of the Church at the time of The Lord's choosing, but myriad are the movies depicting alien abductions to prepare the world to minimize that glorious day. What day can even begin to compare with the Resurrection of Jesus Christ! The Day Jesus rose from the grave is by far the BEST DAY EVER throughout Eternity and all of Existence, but what did my Google search procure for me? SpongeBob SquarePants. Seriously? Is that the best the world can do? Well, I pray this poem is one step towards the correcting of an egregious error. Blessings, All! |
| I've added a new entry to my book, "These Are My JOTtings, Part #2" : "Sabbath in the Grave" So many emotions on the Sabbath, Saturday, of Holy Week. The victors could have had a grand party, but The Scriptures write that even they were afraid of what lay before them on the morrow. "62 Now the next day, that followed the day of the preparation, the chief priests and Pharisees came together unto Pilate, 63 Saying, Sir, we remember that that deceiver said, while he was yet alive, After three days I will rise again. 64 Command therefore that the sepulchre be made sure until the third day, lest his disciples come by night, and steal him away, and say unto the people, He is risen from the dead: so the last error shall be worse than the first. 65 Pilate said unto them, Ye have a watch: go your way, make it as sure as ye can. 66 So they went, and made the sepulchre sure, sealing the stone, and setting a watch." (Matthew 27:62-66, KJV) Pilate said, "Make it as sure as you can." Was that sort of like saying, "You've got this, if you can hold Him past sunrise"? Seriously? Jay O'Toole |
| I've added a new entry to my book, "These Are My JOTtings, Part #2" : "Snapshots of the First Black Friday" Good Friday. Black Friday. The Earth's Greatest Day of Infamy. The day ended with all hopes dashed with Hope wrapped up, laid in a borrowed tomb. Now what? Would there ever be hope again? Not from everything that could be seen, but what of the Unseen? (I listened to this choral piece multiple times as I wrote this poem. "Miserere" has to do with Mercy, and Mercy is something we all need. The sound agrees with the day.) Blessings, All! |
| I've added a new entry to my book, "These Are My JOTtings, Part #2" : "The Tuesday of Holy Week" By the standards of contemporary Society, Jesus would have been considered "most unkind" at best, and "a cruel madman" at worst when he cleansed the temple, calling the Pharisees and Sadducees "a brood of vipers." However, The Bible declared Jesus to be "the unblemished Lamb." “But with the precious blood of Christ, as of a lamb without blemish and without spot:” (I Peter 1:19, KJV) Therefore, Jesus may be labeled "unkind" and "socially unacceptable," while still remaining without sin, worthy to pay our price for our actual sin. When we look at the events of the Tuesday of Holy Week, we are left with the conclusion that Jesus lit the fire under the events, leading to the cross, the tomb, and the resurrection, which would buy the eternal Salvation of those He would save by His Free Will. Isn't that Amazing? Blessings, All! |
| I've added a new entry to my book, "These Are My JOTtings, Part #2" : "Silent Wednesday" The Wednesday of Holy Week appears to be the calm before the storm. Being 100% God and 100% Man, Jesus knew the events of Thursday through Sunday before they happened. What peace was available to Jesus, the Christ, in fellowship with His Father? What level of pressure, physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually, would cause the sweating of drops of blood 24 hours later in the Garden of Gethsemane? Man = full of sin with no ability to save oneself Jesus Christ = Perfect with all ability to save everyone who is saved "Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid." (John 14:27, KJV) Blessings, All! |
| I've added a new entry to my book, "These Are My JOTtings, Part #2" : "Nerves on Edge" The past few months have been a real challenge, and the titles of weather videos on YouTube have often been nothing short of "clickbait." Sadly, the reality of the weather has actually been that bad, which means that that which seems like clickbait has been the truth. It's like the old saying I heard years ago, "It ain't braggin', if you can do it." Again, whether reality or sensationalism, the effect has been equal parts numbness and "nerves on edge." Our only real hope for rest is found in Bible passages, like the 23rd Psalm, and Psalm 91:1-4, "1 He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. 2 I will say of the LORD, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust. 3 Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, and from the noisome pestilence. 4 He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler." Blessings, All! |
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