27, 3-7 – SHOW NOTES AND COPYRIGHTS, 10/23/2021
Today we are going to discuss me and my writing relationship with God. I have talked about praying before, but for an introvert, which I am, there is a reason for writing. Writing poetry is me. I am more comfortable expressing myself on the written page than on a personal level. At least that was me until . . . . . .
The 3 poems I have chosen today are from Living In God’s Rhyme. (©2017 by Tim Carter)
AN INTROVERT’S VOICE (pg. 39)
It is that voice inside,
Inside his brain, his mind,
That is like a moving train.
Silently, it is that kind.
Thoughts like the wind,
Blowing brain matter around,
Scattering rhyming letters
Everywhere without a sound.
It’s not that he has nothing to say,
And it’s not that he has lost his way.
It’s more like he has turned to stone
From feeling safe when being alone.
He can smile
For a while.
Yes, he can talk,
But would rather walk.
I guess it’s hard to explain
This silent running train.
Thoughts are there having formed words,
So many words that no one has heard,
Words that haven’t found a voice,
Unsure of how to make a choice.
For him, uncertain,
He closes the curtain.
Unable to explain,
His voice is quiet.
So he writes
Words of rights,
Words of wrongs.
It is here
Where he is strong
So you can hear.
An unspoken after thought:
Not sure it makes any sense.
More an exercise in
Rhyming introspection
Than an explanation.
Or maybe it is more.
THE BOOK ON THE SHELF (Pg. 153)_
I asked the Lord, what do I write
He replied, write of yourself
Take the book of your life off the shelf
Open you heart and turn on the light
So, here I am, where have I misplaced that book
The many nooks and crannies where I have looked
Were empty, as if they had been visited by a crook
When did I last use it, that memory someone took
I prayed, Lord, show me what I have missed
At which he led me through a fine and foggy mist
To the place on a shelf
Where I found myself.
Sometimes I close the cover to my life
And then I find that every day is a fight
As I fail to follow the light he has shining on me
A light that does reflect from him so that I can see
I have these days when I lose my way
When the world around me tears at my heart
When the world around me leads me astray
When I awake sleepy eyed at the day’s new start
Maybe it was a word, a thought, a slight I did perceive
Something I was unprepared that day to receive
Maybe it was just me
Maybe I just didn’t see
The book on the shelf is where I was found
The book where the story of my life is bound
Where God placed me to keep me safe
As the world around me runs its race
Sometimes I get off track in the race I run
When I confuse God’s blessings with earthly fun
When I get caught in life’s struggles before the day is done
When I distract myself from the life I have with God’s Son
My story is one of God’s love for me
A story of his infinite grace in my life
His forgiving of my many wanderings
A story of my faith in God and his in me
Reflection on The Book on the Shelf
There is no punctuation when the day is a run on sentence
A sentence without bars, but one that can easily become a prison
THE WRITER OF WORDS (Pg. 76)
The writer of words of thoughts and dreams,
A never ending stream flowing through his mind,
Sometimes, most times, not knowing what he will find.
In reflection, wondering what it all means.
There is a call that his quiet voice
Will without sound become his choice
To be the messenger of your glory,
Of all the ways only you, God, are holy.
Oh, there are day dreams
And every day schemes
That make his life seem
To be without a rhyme.
There are the times without rhymes,
There is the day with nothing to say.
There are wanderings in his head
That are better left unsaid.
But when he does pray that what he does say,
That what he has heard, is the voice of your word.
Turning everything over to you,
There is nothing he cannot do.
You, Lord, know the readers hearts.
You, Lord, have restored the lost chord.
You, Lord, are there before the day starts.
You, Lord, are above the earthly horde.
So this writer of words does pray
That what you have to say
Will come through to others,
To his sisters and brothers.
The writer needs the reader of his verse
More than the reader has ever known.
It is the reader whose seeds are sown
To help the writer avoid a lifelong curse.
One can write and not share,
That is if one does not care
To follow God’s command,
To not drown in the sand.
So the writer writes out of the need
To know that it is God he does heed,
His command to share the gospel
To help make God’s children well.
To help make us well not just for a spell.
God’s word will our lives save
As we believe on what Jesus gave.
The writer will not drift, accepting God’s gift.
Thank you, Lord
For your Word
Reflection on The Writer of Words
I was trying to stay a couple of days ahead in my writing for Facebook in case I ran into writer’s block. But, as happens at times, God has other ideas about writer’s block. I had written the previous day’s post for Facebook a couple of hours before this one. I had an idea for a poem, then God took over. This is about the soul of a writer who tries to obey when God talks. Now, I just have to listen in the rest of my life.
From Tim's Phone Notes
I say do not go where you do not know.
Where the way is bound you may not be found.
But we travel this road with our heavy load.
Before journey’s end find yourself a friend,
One who is true, knowing God’s view.
Though you may find the road does wind
Through sand and thorns and rising storms,
As you hold His hand you will understand
The peace of His way as you daily pray.
Before the setting sun you will rejoice in His Son.
Jesus is the way, the truth and the life. He gave His for yours and mine. It is through Him that we will see the face of God.
10/12/2021, 10:36 pm, tcarter
From Tim's Phone, unfinished
These two brothers
Are inviting others
To join in
To listen
As they discuss and praise
The One God did raise.
There are rhymes
Of the times
They heard a voice
And made a choice,
Times of laughter
Before and after
As their
PRAYER
If you give
Him the times
As you live
His word rhymes ©
And don’t forget, “We are the Kings kids and you will never get rid of us because we are His with Jesus.” ©
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