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“To The Living Of Us All”

Posted by liliessparrowsandgrass on December 13, 2015
Posted in: Life, Love, Poems, poetry, Thoughts, Time, wisdom, Writing. Tagged: Hope, Inspiration, Joy, Life, love, Nature, poems, poetry, Reflections, Thoughts, Writing. 10 Comments

YinkaOyeleseMy soul dwells secure
in pleasant mountains
Creator-carved,
where cloud-sent rains
descend to quench
the thirsty tongues
and rays of molten sun
embrace to warm
the evening-cold shoulders   —

What little matters to some
are minuscule,
momentary dewdrops
adrift
in endless possibilities,
whirling from the gift
of measured life-breaths
apportioned to the living of us all —

every sacred
miraculous moment
of what we call today.

By D. G. Vachal © 2015

Photo credit: Yinka Oyelese

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“The Audacity of a Man Who Once Was Blind”

Posted by liliessparrowsandgrass on February 28, 2015
Posted in: Bible, Christianity, faith, God, Jesus Christ, Life, Miracles of Jesus, Religion. Tagged: Bible, Blind Man, Christianity, faith, God, Jesus Christ, Light of the World, Miracle, Pharisees, Religion, Spirituality. 9 Comments

Brooklyn_Museum_-_The_Healed_Blind_Man_Tells_His_Story_to_the_Jews_(L'aveugle-né_guéri_s'explique_avec_les_Juifs)_-_James_Tissot
A long time ago, on a Sabbath day, a man blind from birth stumbles, shackled in a prison of darkness.  Jesus of Nazareth finds him, spits on the ground, creates mud and puts it on his eyes.  “Go”, Christ says, “wash in the Pool of Siloam”.

The blind man followed Christ’s instructions and on his way home something wonderful happened.  No longer did he stumble, but now he was sure of his footsteps, in total awe and wonder at the colors of the world around him. For the very first time he can see the blue sky, the golden light of the sun, the faces of his parents,  his very own face. His neighbors are perplexed, unsure if he is the same man who was blind from birth.

He boldly acknowledges, “I am the man”.

The neighbors brought him to the rulers of the synagogue, who immediately judged that whoever healed the blind man on the Sabbath was a sinner.

The Pharisees commanded: “Give God the glory by telling the truth. We know this man is a sinner.” John 9:24 NIV

Disregarding their command, he counters the Pharisees with a gripping response:  “Whether he is a sinner or not, I do not know. One thing I do know. I was blind but now I see!” John 9:25 NIV

With hearts of stone, the Pharisees ask him again, “What did he do to you? How did he open your eyes?” John 9:26 NIV

Without fear of being disrespectful, the man who was blind replies “I have told you already and you did not listen. Why do you want to hear it again? Do you want to become his disciples too?” John 9:27 NIV

The Pharisees hurled insults at the man and said, “You are this fellow’s disciple! We are disciples of Moses!  We know that God spoke to Moses, but as for this fellow, we don’t even know where he comes from.”  John 9:28 NIV

With the force of logic, he answers the religious authorities: “This is an amazing thing! You don’t know where he comes from, yet he healed my eyes.  We know that God doesn’t listen to sinners, but he does listen to anyone who worships him and does his will.  Ever since creation it has never been heard that anyone healed  the eyes of a man who was born blind.  If this man were not from God, he couldn’t do anything like that.” John 9:30-33 ISV

In anger, the Pharisees retorted, “You were steeped in sin at birth; how dare you lecture us!” And they threw him out.”  John 9:34, NIV

For many at that time, to be thrown out of the synagogue would have meant a lifetime of tragedy and shame.

Not this man.  Acceptance into religious and social circles was no longer important to him. For years since birth he had been an invalid, but now, with the gift of sight, he has come to gain an inner power, a new perspective, a reversal of values. A new life.

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Then spoke Jesus again unto them, saying, “I am the Light of the world. He that followeth Me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life. John 8:12 KJ21

D. G. Vachal © 2015

Image Credit: Wikimedia Commons, “The Healed Blind Man Tells His Story to the Jews” by James Tissot (1836-1902). This is a faithful photographic reproduction of a two-dimensional, public domain work of art. This work is in the public domain in the United States, and those countries with a copyright term of life of the author plus 100 years or less.

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“The Poet’s Voice”

Posted by liliessparrowsandgrass on February 25, 2015
Posted in: Life, Nature, Poems, poetry, Writing. Tagged: beauty, Life, Nature, poems, poet, poetry, Reflections, Thoughts, Writing. 9 Comments

Equatorial Jungle

The poet’s voice warbles
where plaintive cellos echo
from vine to hanging vine
in rain-
drenched equatorial jungles —

trills mid-air with the sparrows,
traverses

clandestine recesses,
myriads of breadcrumb
ant trails,
rocky mountain ridges
of wind-sculptured silence —

The poet’s hand gathers
the orchard fruit promise
birthed at nighttime
from fragrant white blossoms —

The poet’s feet dance
somewhere in a warmer province
tango
across a million grains of sand
aglow with the colors
of the dawning sun.

by D. G. Vachal © 2015

 

Image Credit: Wikimedia Commons, “Equatorial Jungle” by Henri Rousseau.  This is a faithful photographic reproduction of an original two-dimensional work of art. The work of art itself is in the public domain for the following reason: This work is in the public domain in the United States, and those countries with a copyright term of life of the author plus 100 years or less.

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“Might I Behold You More Intently”

Posted by liliessparrowsandgrass on February 7, 2015
Posted in: faith, Hope, Love, Nature, Poems, poetry, Reflections, Seasons, Writing. Tagged: faith, February, Hope, love, poems, poetry, seasons, winter, Writing. 12 Comments

Jean Winters Olkonen

Might I behold you more intently
in rapid strides of summertime
when the wine flows endless
from the purple vines
and fertile trees,
pastel flowers
beckon
to plentiful pastures  —

Now,
in the dregs of February winds
when the wine turns to water,
the feasting table
to scattered breadcrumbs,
in utter starkness

I behold your face
and all that we treasure
beyond flesh and sinew,
bone and marrow,
root and river —

I hold your hand,
feel the rousing of crocuses,
the stirring
of daffodils.

by D. G. Vachal © 2015

*** Photography Credit: Jean Winters Olkonen

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Blossom-Bound

Posted by liliessparrowsandgrass on February 2, 2015
Posted in: faith, Hope, Life, Poems, poetry, Seasons, Winter, Writing. Tagged: beauty, Cycles, faith, Hope, Life, Perseverance, poems, poetry, seasons, winter, Writing. 10 Comments

by James Jordan @ Flickr

Snowstorms congregate
like serried pines
as wind-blown flakes pelt
the pristine wool
of gentle lambs —

There comes a miracle
of seasonal winds
that guides the sails
of quarantined boats
to tranquil, emerald coves —

Light wends around the tents
of shadows,
cloud feathers fall upon the barks
of blossom-bound orchard trees.

D. G. Vachal © 2014

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