Here I lie inside my grave,
My death iatrogenic, Induced by that new shot I got Down at the drive-through clinic. They told me it was safe And would save me from disease, Though they had no data for those with My comorbidities. They claimed it was effective And would help me to survive By a scale of ninety-five percent, But I was in the five. They said "safe and effective," But as you know from me, "Safe" is much too high a risk To gain immunity. So before you take that shot Of nucleic acid soup, You might want to retain your spot In the placebo group.
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And God said, “Let there be…”
--Genesis 1:3 Within the mist that rose above the sea, The Spirit hovered over what would be; The chaos taking form in every phrase Of "Let there be..." to make and order days; But long before the earth was formless, void, God was at work with other words employed To call, to choose two people as his own, Into whose hearts His own Word would be sown So deeply they would be as one to will And live and move and have their beings stilled By that same God who called them very good On their first day when all was as it should. So they would take a vow for all their life To be Imago Dei, man and wife. And though their world is wracked and wrecked by sin, He made a promise: "I will come again!" I love you, Wife, and as we wait and groan Within our Spirits, we are not alone: We bear the Love of Christ, for it is He, The Image of our God, who visibly Has come to take the chaos we endure From sin and world and Satan, making sure That we in ordered Heaven will be free As He continues speaking, "Let there be..." Now the serpent was more crafty than any other beast of the field that the Lord God had made. He said to the woman, “Did God actually say, ‘You shall not eat of any tree in the garden’?” And the woman said to the serpent, “We may eat of the fruit of the trees in the garden, but God said, ‘You shall not eat of the fruit of the tree that is in the midst of the garden, neither shall you touch it, lest you die.’” But the serpent said to the woman, “You will not surely die.”
--Genesis 3:1-4 (ESV) The serpentining snake slithers unseen, Seeking to strike against the still serenity Of shalom that silently settles like mist At each dawn and dusk in Eden; Soon sin will sink its sanguinary fangs Beneath the surface of our skin, And on that day we will surely die. Truly, truly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit.
--John 12:24 Put to death Your flesh so that The fruit of Christ is grown; The fruit is Only borne after The seed is dead And sown. Now the LORD said to Abram, “Go from your country and your kindred and your father’s house to the land that I will show you.”
--Genesis 12:1 (ESV) By faith Abraham obeyed when he was called to go out to a place that he was to receive as an inheritance. And he went out, not knowing where he was going. --Hebrews 11:8 (ESV) But he who does the truth comes to the light, that his deeds may be clearly seen, that they have been done in God. --John 3:21 (NKJV) Lord, Give me grace to go, Like Abraham to leave, That I might do the truth And not merely “believe,” Amen. “You, Lord, laid the foundation of the earth in the beginning,
and the heavens are the work of your hands; they will perish, but you remain; they will all wear out like a garment, like a robe you will roll them up, like a garment they will be changed. But you are the same, and your years will have no end.” --Hebrews 1:10-12 ESV Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and the sea was no more. --Revelation 21:1 ESV This world is fragile in its form, for it is interspersed With what did not ever belong: decomposition's curse. The world is fragile in its form; with garments made from hide, We've hid in shadows worn by dark to make the Light subside. The world is fragile in its form, like garments ragged, ripped; It will be rolled up as a cloak and from the body stripped. The world is fragile but will find a firm regality, Redressed to wear its royal robes unto eternity. The world is fragile but will find fragility its past, When Light will come to clothe the world in garments that will last. To you, my love, my wife, my bride, I write
With all my heart that you may know what’s real Amidst the chaos—though you may not feel Like truth prevails within the shadowed night. My vow to you, I hope it shines a light To God’s own vow that He has come to heal And mend your heart and then to you reveal A peace that He will soon come set aright The fragile form of this world in what waits To be revealed; like Heaven’s solid grass, So too will Love grow truer through the gates And make our bodies bend the bladed glass. But now, we love and heal from weak estates Awaiting transformation’s trumpet blast. Cardinal Schonborn writes:
What is there in creation more sublime, more precious, than a new human child? what is in greater danger, nowadays, than an unborn child? It is hard to understand how one's commitment to environmental protection is not turned as a priority to protecting children. For nothing demands our respect for creation more than care for its most precious possession: the child that has been vouchsafed as a gift to this world in order to know it, respect it, and cultivate it. Chance or Purpose?: Creation, Evolution, and a Rational Faith. San Francisco, CA: Ignatius Press. 2007, p. 160. |
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Michael Price - I am a husband, father, poet, and science teacher at a classical Christian school in Memphis, TN. I have three volumes of poetry. New book available now!
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