16, 2-6-SHOW NOTES
Today’s poems have not been published. Some were a continuation of my writing and posting on Facebook as I had done with the poems in Living In God’s Rhyme.
Three of today’s poems are about color. I am not an artist so I write words of color that are not seen by the eyes, but hopefully are seen by the heart.
THE COLOR OF WORDS
Can words paint pictures
Like a brush on a canvas?
That was the question.
What is the answer?
The brush paints a scene,
But what does it mean
As its many colored hues
Present many varied views?
The brush paints with color,
The color of the rain,
The color of one’s pain,
The color of life’s strain,
The color of a smile,
The color of a traveled mile,
The color of two in love,
The color of the sky above.
The colors of the world
By the brush are swirled.
The colors of our dreams,
Just what do they mean?
Colors are everywhere,
A breath of fresh air.
Words, what do they do
In their monotone hue?
Words paint the emotions
Of peace and the commotions
Of the life we live
And what God does give.
There is color in our pain,
There is color in God’s reign,
There is color as we strain
Our tear filled eyes to see
Beyond the dark what will be.
There is color in our story,
There is color in God’s glory.
Through words we will see
Colors, the many colored hues,
Through words holding the clues
To blessings from above,
The blessings of God’s love.
Every word spoken, every word heard is another brush stroke in the painting of our story in Gods’ glory.
What do the dictionary and a box of crayons have in common? They tell our story.
6/4/19, tcarter (read date)
It has been a few years since I had read today’s poems. I was surprised when I could find three about colors. I was especially surprised at the short period of time between writing the previous poem and the next one. More on that after this, A Flood of Colors.
A FLOOD OF COLORS
Red,
Orange,
Yellow,
And green,
Blue,
Indigo,
And violet,
Together become a rainbow,
A promise of God so long ago.
The blood of Jesus,
The blood of the lamb,
The blood that saves us,
Salvation, God’s plan.
The fire of God’s deliverance
As we passionately praise
Through our faithful observance
Of the life God did raise.
The glory of God now shown,
Finding joy in our faith,
Knowing we will see God’s face.
Through His reign we have grown.
The new beginning,
Promised restoration
From lives of sinning,
Now with adoration.
The authority of Heaven,
Fed on bread unleavened,
Led by the Holy Spirit,
God’s word, we hear it.
The infinite and the finite,
One is God, the other man.
Jesus is the bridge over the chasm
That was created by Adam.
The priesthood, the kingship,
The royalty, the mediator,
It is Jesus we worship
Who is One with the Creator.
The rainbow, a sign of the mercy of God (Genesis),
The colors, the glory of God (Ezekiel),
At the end, the power of God (Revelation),
The rainbow, a reflection of God,
Yesterday,
Today,
And tomorrow.
Post Script:
An artist paints with colors,
A poet paints with words.
Both tell a Story
Of all God’s Glory.
Tim Carter
July 7, 2019 (read date)
At the end of June and the first day of July in 2019 I attended Book Expo in New Your City. I had been invited by my publisher, Lettra Press to be one of three authors to showcase their books. The last day was BookCon and the three of us gave out and signed copies of our books. One of the authors was a man named Dr. Jan Cooper. He has quite a resume, teacher, PHD, author, artist, and more. We struck up a friendship over lunch one day. The day of the book signing, he not only signed copies of his book, he drew a picture around the person’s name. I have one also. After he had passed out his books he went to the side of the exhibit and continued to draw pictures for an hour or more. Before we left, he challenged me to write a poem about colors. I don’t remember if it was specifically the rainbow. It probably was since its in the first line of the poem.
And our last poem for today.
May 14, 2018, this post was the result of reading too many news reports the las couple of weeks.
May one day we say,
Take my hand as we walk this land.
I will understand where you stand.
And as we walk we will talk
So it is understood all that is good.
COLORS
We are not the colors of the rainbow.
The sign God promised to Noah
When the flood waters receded
Was that a rainbow would appear
At the end of a rain as a sign
That he would not flood the earth again.
But we are people of different colors,
Children of his creation, made in his image.
We are commanded to love our neighbors,
Love them as we love ourselves.
What harm would we do sitting on our shelves,
What harm would I do to myself?
Today history continues along its way,
Continuing to lose its way in what we say.
Is what we say who we are?
How have we survived this far?
Yes, we love ourselves, maybe too much.
At this time there is no rhyme.
We are our own god
And now that is not odd.
It is more the norm
As we awake each morn.
Yes, we live in a world torn and tattered.
Many living lives more battered
Than the fewer who have not.
Those life has not shot.
Who do we see walking down the street?
So many faces of different colored hues,
Is it just the hue that we view
As we walk in the crowded city heat?
What is inside, what is covered with skin?
For all of us it covers our sin.
But is also protects our soul,
Who we are, what is our goal.
Why must we be separated by our color?
What color is God, which one does he favor?
To both the answer is none
So why do we shun the one
Who looks different than us?
For most of us so did Jesus.
Backgrounds, upbringing, culture,
All can be the vulture
Sweeping down to grab our dead souls
As our lives continue to spin out of control.
Backgrounds, upbringing, culture
Are life with which we must live,
Yours, mine and ours, our future.
With an open heart we must live.
Walk a mile in another’s shoes
What have you got to lose?
Nothing but all that hurts,
Hurts you, leaving you in the dirt.
Those we despise, those we hate,
Those we consider lesser in their worth,
Though suffering while on this earth
We may watch entering Heaven’s gate.
What joy is there in anger
As we berate and hate a stranger?
What joy is there in ignorance
Of another person’s innocence?
If we think we are better, we are not.
Created in God’s image
We have been conformed
To the ways of the evil one.
Love thy neighbor,
Trust in God
Accept his grace
A death and resurrection
So we, his creation,
Though living in this world,
Will live in eternity,
In a place of perfection.
Two songs from younger days come to mind,
Songs that, though saying the right words,
It has become for me impossible to find
The truth, the words that are not heard.
All you need is love,
Give peace a chance.
Only with God’s love
Will we truly live in peace.
5/13/14, tcarter
After rereading this poem after 7 years my first thought was that we need to live for the goodness of the colors God has given us in this world.
As I’m putting together these show notes all I can think of is, Dear Lord, heal us not with the bandages of man, but with the mighty healing power of Jesus, His blood shed for us.
And finally this.
As a youngster TV was in black and white
As a teen TV had advanced to colorful color
They both showed and reflected the same picture
The days of our lives were still the same
Only the televisions had new names
I’m not sure where this is going
I’m not sure what I am sowing
All I know is we were created in God’s image
And if we love God we love those he created
May we bless and be a blessing to all
SATURDAY EVENING BLUES
8:09 pm, looking out the window,
Watching as the setting sun still glows.
Earlier, the rising sun and sky of blue
Brightened the welcoming of the day anew.
There was rain in the afternoon,
But it stopped fairly soon.
The clouds moving over the lake
Leaving a gentle breeze in their wake.
The light of the setting sun
Gives the sky of different hue.
The blue sky now shining bright
Mixed with the Son’s glorious light.
Above the horizon,
Beyond the sun,
Above the stars,
And what is ours
The Son shines bright.
He is our guiding light.
8/1/21, tcarter
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