A Happy and Blessed Easter to you all. I felt compelled to write some poems this Eastertide 2011 and I thought you might like to see some of them God Bless, Ron
Bar Abbas.
(Based on St. Matthew 27: 14-26.)
“Free Bar Abbas”, screamed the crowd
Led by bigoted religious men,
“Judge Jesus guilty”, some cried out loud,
“Pilate! Sign his fate with your pen.
Heed our customs and hear our pleas
Or Caesar will know of our unease”!
The Governor knew that cruel spite
Caused the crowd to chant with might,
That rent-a-throng after a victim,
“Crucify Him”! “Crucify Him”!
Even though his wife was in distress,
He just washed his hands of the mess.
“Let bad Bar Abbas free”. He said.
“Scourge then cross-nail Christ until dead
But note, His blood is on every head”!
Pilate and Procula soon led
Christian lives, despite restraints,
Then as martyrs became Coptic Saints.
Ends.
Copyright, Ronald Rodger Caseby, Chichester, 27/01/2008, updated 12/03/2011.
MIRACLES.
(Gen.1: 1-31, KJV, v. Prof. Brian Cox.)
ELSEWHERE bounds our vast universe
In which billions of years disperse
Where voids form at endless light speeds,
Worlds fall in, as order proceeds
Quite weird phenomena unrolls
Like Dark Matter, Pulsars, Black Holes,
Strange particles and elements
Lost to earth’s science accoutrements.
Miracle ELSEWHERE events
Buck human presuppositions
And inconvenience man’s intents
That doubts Divine interventions.
Such damnation shows physics’ flaws
Out of accordance with God’s laws
Made before time’s clocks first ticks
So don’t prove miracles are tricks.
Before he retired ELSEWHERE
To test facts under his white hair
And leave conscientious advice
Einstein said “God does not play dice”.
By miracles, not chance, Christ came,
Did good, was crossed, died, and rose,
As prior scriptures did proclaim,
To lead just souls to their repose.
Ends.
Copyright, Ronald Rodger Caseby, Chichester, 11/04/2011.
BROKEN CISTERNS.
(Based upon Jeremiah 2:13. KJV. ‘For my people have committed two evils: they have forsaken me the fountain of living waters, and hewed them out cisterns, broken cisterns, that can hold no water’.)
When shattered by seismic shocks
Ground crumples causing towns to tumble
And cisterns, like faith, break from hard knocks.
When typhoon’s or tsunami’s rumble
Their wave’s waste food supplies for years
And survivors face starvation fears.
What unleashes such viscous force?
Is it our poor world government?
Our Master suing for divorce?
An exploited environment?
Or, chance advance of tectonic plates?
Not one caring what piques poor primates.
Such thoughts ‘hold no water’ so address
Christians to stronger strive apace
To swiftly shut out evil’s excess
From each soul’s wholesomeness testing place
On our transient home’s worship space
Where love mends ‘broken cisterns’ with grace.
Ends.
Copyright, Ronald Rodger Caseby, Chichester, 21/03/2011.
SCAPEGOAT.
(Based upon Isa.53:4, Lev.16: & Mat.25:32, KJV.)
In Syria five thousand years ago
For their King’s purification
Before his wedding farrago
Satan was swept from that nation
Through shame set on a blameless goat
Then led deep into the desert
There to die as sin’s antidote!
The Greeks soon copied this ritual
To calm their Olympian Gods
In tantrums causing overkill
On earth, with which they were at odds,
With famine, flood, plague and quake.
So the lame were slain, as Scapegoat,
In sacrifice for heaven’s sake;
Or to keep their culture afloat!
To Temple Talmudic credo
The Jews brought in these anecdotes.
Then, each year they made a great show,
Hoping their Messiah took notes,
When in Atonement Feast all sin
Was driven away in His name.
But when God made Man came as kin
They made Christ bear the Scapegoat’s shame!
Ends.
Copyright, Ronald Rodger Caseby, Chichester, 14/04/2011.
STONE.
(Based on St. John 20; 1-18.)
Your minds think that rock’s heart is stone
Because of the way it was born
From within a volcano’s cone
And of use when worked or shorn
To make homes for your human race,
Late-comers on earth’s ancient face.
Your strong ones with clever tactics
Then laboured with skilful pride,
Strong hammers, cold chisels and picks,
To gouge a cave grave in my side
And a stone door that rolls and shuts
Where Gethsemane’s garden abuts.
Then after days of wild clamour
A bound corpse was laid on one ledge,
Tomb sealed, and Jews made calmer;
Those doubting their Messiah’s pledge
That he would die then rise again
So with God eternally to reign.
Three days later in dark confines
Physics’ Laws beyond mortal ken
Obeyed God’s foretold deadlines
Giving Our Saviour breath again,
Opening the door blocking light,
And letting Christ save souls living right.
Ends.
Copyright, Ronald Rodger Caseby, Chichester, 05/04/2011.