A Prayer To Live This Day Well For God, For April 6

MAY I LIVE THIS DAY WELL FOR GOD, A Prayer for April 6

Oh God, and Father, Lord of Mercy
It was Your mercy that sent Jesus
To be the Savior of all mankind.
And by Your goodness, I am redeemed.
Now I am able to bring worship
And to give service to Your Kingdom.
I bring You worship for my Savior.
And give thanksgiving for these blessings
This thanks is deeper than words only
But all my actions are its language.
Where there is doubting in my thinking
Then may You banish all the shadows.
Guard me against danger as I travel.
When I sin forgive my grave trespass.
When I fall rescue me from evil.
Make my heart open to Your presence.
Help me to ponder what is noble,
Give me the courage to speak rightly
When light is needed in the darkness,
Then this sad world may see the Gospel
And find the promise of Christ's passion.
When this long busy day is over
May it be finished in good conscience,
And bring You worthy praise and honor.

(c) Adron 3/5/15

Gift Of Me

Gift Of Me
A Poem Of Celebration.


Thank You, God
For the gift of me;
I am what you made me-
Strengths, weakness, vision
Unique in all Your creation.
Father, I accept the me
You want me to be;
Born of flesh
Yet made
In the image of God,
Reborn in the spirit
To learn
The image of Christ
In me.
I accept
From You today
The gift of self,
May I fulfill
The me
Of Your design.
I come closer to you
So I may come closer
To me.
To be lost in You
Is to find self.



A little Commentary: Many faith communities stress the sinful nature of the flesh or human nature, thus implying self is evil. Some communities of faith though acknowledging the need for salvation from sin, yet point to self not as sinful but a gift, part of the image of God and the light within. When we embrace self and all the uniqueness that God has made us we find our vocation or purpose. God created us each unique, that is a gift that makes intimate fellowship with our Creator personal. This poem does not embrace weakness or excuse sin but celebrates the gift of individuality that expresses the image of an infinite God in each one of us uniquely.

© Adron 7/11/13

Singing Stones, a Poem

Singing Stones

A Poem About Living

Like rocks
Sleeping through the night
Hardened hearts lay
Beneath the ice crust
Bitterly awaiting
A thaw from a sun
That rose on Easter
When an angel moved
The stone away from death;
When He who made rocks
And formed blood for hearts
Tread scarred feet
Upon the garden pebbles.
May our hardened hearts
Be touched
By the scarred hands
And may the hardness
Thaw into flesh;
Until like the children
We too sing, Hosanna,*
Blessed is the one
That came from above.


* Luke 19:40

© Adron 12/31/12

A Patriot's Prayer

A Patriot's Prayer

I pray for this my country.
Bless, O God, this nation,
May this land call you Lord,
May You raise it up in
Righteousness and justice.
Guide this land by Your hand.
I pray for our leaders,
Grant them godly wisdom,
May they be fair and just.
Look on us in mercy,
Bless our many peoples
With kindred unity;
Envision them with good
May they fulfill duty
And honor the just law.
I pray for those who serve,
All who wear uniforms,
May you watch over them
With safeguard and favor.
Make this a land of peace
A home of liberty,
And of true worship
Acceptable to You;
Seen in brotherly love,
And giving service,
Helping the weak neighbor,
And lifting the fallen.
Prosper us if You will
Bless the work of our hands;
May we share Your kindness.
Protect us by Your might.
Forgive, O God, our sins
When we call on Your name
And humble ourselves low.
May this land be a light
Honored by all nations,
And may my country stand
Before God's holy Throne.
Should Your kingdom tarry
And it's coming postpone
Let my country show hope
That Your day of blessing
May soon be upon us.


(c) Adron Dozat

Geese, a Poem by Adron

Geese 

A poem by Adron

Morning snow glitters white
Beneath a sunny blue sky;
Bare trees stretch fingers
Up like black straw brooms.
Geese honk in a row
At shadows below
Which glide silently
On a sleeping land
Frozen in winter .
In a rush they pass,
The birds and specters,
Over rolling snow
To earths horizon
Seeking out their spring.


(c) Adron Dozat

Words of the Stranger

Words of the Stranger

An unexpected companion
Sits silently on the park bench
Inches close, but worlds away.
Should a greeting be offered,
Or would it unstop lonely words?
All those words to lovers unsaid
Dribble through our lives like night rain;
Cold drizzle that patters hard
Breaking on the concrete sidewalk
And sings Staccato on the leaves.
What if we spoke those hungry words
To a stranger in the darkness,
Would it lift the iron night fall?
Would that stranger become our light?
Would they listen or hear only
The noise of the city dying?
About to speak fermented words
That are propped with courage and hope
I turn to see the space vacant;
Only a bottle wanting a cork
Before the contents spill sour
Guts to pollute the pure rain wash.
All bottled up and corked inside
The words ferment to vinegar.


A little commentary:

I hate to write another "sad" poem! The world has too many of them already and no one wants to read them anyway. I wrote this from the inspiration given by sharing a seat at the park at the library. It was just when a friend had departed from my life and I wondered if I speaking more often to the friend would have kept them. For me at least the good words I do not say to someone does sour inside me over time.

(c) Adron Dozat

Once, My Dream

Poem, Once, My Dream 

Once, My Dream. A poem by Adron.


I once had a dream
To live by the sea
In a harbor town
At the edge of the earth,
To motor out softly
At four AM
To lay nets with love
Upon diamond waves.
I would count nameless fish.
The fishmonger would come
Dockside at three PM,
"What do we have today?"

But I finished high school.
I got a night shift job,
Cleaning floors with a
Klark Two Hundred buffer;
Riding a bus at four AM,
Catching the last run home,
To sleep in a one room flat,
Off fifty second street.

I had a dream once,
I remember it now
Fifty years later.
Was it a map
I didn't follow,
A probable portrait
Painted by the spirit?
Was the dream a me
I failed to become?

The dream had been
A pleasant friend.
We spoke sometimes
Waiting for the bus;
Until I get on the bus
And wave at the dream,
And say soft words,
"Maybe tomorrow I'll
Motor out at four am."

(c) Adron Dozat



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Chromium, Status and Treasure

Chromium, Status, and Treasure


She slept in the driveway
Filled with spiders and weeds
Dead flies in the window
Glazed doors once shiny
And next years model new.
A crisp image that filled
Our eyes with laser pride.
It made us feel big
When seen sitting inside,
Important citizens
Gliding down the old street
A cool status symbol
On the white chrome bumper.
The motor grinds its gears
As the tow truck backs up.
She has no blue book value
After fifty payments.
She once was a beauty
The sum of many parts
Now she is sold for parts,
Leaving a greasy spot.

(c) Adron Dozat 8/16/12

Who to Be, A Dialogue With God, Numbers 11:29

Who To Be, A Dialogue With God

Stars dimly watch as
City purple shadows
Wash the city streets with
Electric lights that barely
Crack the darkness.

"Where is the one, Lord,
Who is a shining light
To our generation?"
     No answer from heaven.

"Where is our C.S Lewis?
Or our Martin Luther,"
      The stars remain silent.

"Where is our William Booth?"
     No words from the Spirit.

"Where is our D.L. Moody?"
     No voice speaks in the night.

"Where is our St. Francis?"
     Silence in the darkness.

"Who will be your voice today?"
     "Would that all the people
      were prophets." Scripture says.*

But Lord where is your one
for these desperate times?
      "You be the only you."

Who am I suppose to be?
     "Go, you be the one- you."

"I am not Billy Graham."
     "You are not to be him."

"But who should I be then?"
     "Who I meant you to be."

"I am not a Moses.
     "I don't need a Moses."

I am not a David.
    "No, you are not to be."

Or an Apostle Paul."
     "You are meant to be you,
      And that way you will be 
      the you this world needs."

*The Bible, Numbers 11:29.

(c) Adron Dozat

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The Pilgrim's Path: A Christian Poem of Journey

The Pilgrim's Path
A Christian Poem of Journey


With aching legs we climb
Hard packed stone roads,
As rucksacks cut into
Sunburned red backs.
Eyes squinting against
The razor sharp white light
To look over the top
Of a mountain road
Now conquered.
Only the road leads
To a land beyond of
More distant hazy blue
Mountains to climb
Rising one behind the other
Far away above the mist.
This long hard climb
Was only a step
One of many days
Toward a far country.
Why do we think
We have arrived
When we have only begun?
Holding our companion's
Nail pierced hand
He guides us to that land
Step by step
To himself.



A little commentary: People say it is not the destination it is the getting there that is important but to the Christian it is not the destination we travel through in this life it is the one who guides us that is important. The pilgrimage of our lives here on earth is a pilgrimage to Jesus.

(c) Adron Dozat

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Voices. A Poem of Darkness And Hope

Voices
A Poem Of Darkness And Hope.


We talk to ourselves
On crowded buses,
And live alone
In swarming cities.
We were meant for light
Yet crouch
In shadowy halls.
Our voices
Were meant to sing
God's glory,
Instead whisper
The unspeakable.

Yet,
"The true light 
Came into the world,
But men loved darkness
Rather than Light." *

Steeple bells call us,
Singing a song of hope.

"I am the light of the world,
Whoever follows me will 
never walk in darkness,
But will have the light of life." **

For our earphones
Deafen us
Speaking muzak
Of our own making.




*The Bible, Jesus speaking in The Gospel of John 3:19,
 **The Bible, Jesus speaking in The Gospel of John 8:12.

(c) Adron Dozat

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Question of the Feather, A Christian Poem

Question of the Feather, A Christian Poem

A feather drifted down
Softly gliding, slowly turning
Through layers of air,
To lie in the dust before me.
Was the feather from a
Lark, a dove, or maybe a hawk?
I scan the sky but see no bird,
No creature of wing or wind.
Do I dare think that
The feather fell from
An angel wounded with wing ripped
Fighting the battles of Good
Versus that Dark Evil?
Am I not on the side of Good?
Must angels fight alone?
Do we not have battles too
On our side of the veil?
Where are my wounds,
My scars in the cause of Good?
Why is my sword rusting
In its scabbard on the book shelf;
The pages unturned,
Commands unheard?
The wind took the feather;
The only tribute to a battle
Whose victory unknown,
A silent bugle call
To serve the Commander
Of the Host of the Lord.

(c) Adron

A little Commentary: The battle of Good versus Evil was won at the Cross of Jesus, its victory is given witness by the empty tomb. We are partners of the victory but must take it by faith: some say claim it as the people of Israel were to take the promised land so we must take our spiritual victory. Our battle plan is the Bible also called the sword of the spirit. Often evil wins because Good men do nothing, we must go out and live for the Good.

Test of Love: a Poem of Faith.

Test Of Love A Poem of Faith.


Midnight rain softly falling
Dances in night ink puddles.
How often we stand lonely
Beneath a lamp post
Watching the rain sparkle
Though cold falling light;
While In soggy cold shoes
As we wait for the blue dawn.
Will this test win St. James' crown;
"When he has stood the test,
He will receive the crown of life?*
We walk away from the hour
Like a pilot after a bad landing,
Having escaped from heaven.
Who thinks of heaven at midnight,
Or what midnight's test proves?
When was it that Job said,
"Though he slay me
Yet will I love him."**
Was it zenith noon, post meridian
Or a starless midnight?
It was at an hour outside history
Watched by eternity.
Not for the crown but for love
Endure the midnight rain
For the waiting dawn watches.

Adron

*Bible, St.James 1:12,  ** Job 13:15

(c) Adron Dozat

Messenger's Call, A Poem, John 1:23

Messenger's Call


"I am the voice of one
Crying in the wilderness..."*
The Prophet Baptizer said,
Two millennia ago.

He was in the desert
Dry and arid,
Lifeless and empty.

He still speaks today;
Calling from cities,
Pleading from suburbs,
Entreating in towns,
Universities,
Streets and alleys.

The Prophet Baptizer
Would discern our desert
Barely different
From his own;
A wilderness
He would know,
A wasteland of spirit,
Arid of soul,
Empty of heart,
Lifeless of purpose.

His message
To us today
In our private empty-lands
Is the same,
"Make straight the way
Of the Lord."


(c) Adron

*Bible, Gospel of John 1:23

Speech To The Unheard Voice.

Speech To The Unheard Voice

I sit on the porch waiting

For your voice.

”Speak Lord 

For your servant is listening.”*

The airplane drones above,

It is not you.

The distant train horn calls,

It is not you.

Cars rumble on the road,

It is not you.

Birds sing in the trees,

Closer, but it is not you.

Crickets chirp in the bush

Closer yet, but not you.

Do I hear you

While sitting on the porch?

No

Not today.

Is that a whisper?

I’m not sure.

Sometimes

I hear your voice;

More often not

The important thing is that

I come.

* From the Bible, 1 Samuel 3:9

(c) Adron Dozat

Conquest

Conquest


Cerulean blue
Descends to teal
And lay low upon
Landscape layers
Where
Ultramarine hue
Clothe hazy hills.
Pink and lavender,
Untouchable
Water mist,
Drift slowly across
A scenery
Of county lines,
Highway,
And power grids.
Dauntless,
Oblivious
Of man's artificial
Boundaries;
Clouds are merely
Drifting translucence,
A Slow passing vapor,
Yet they conquer
The landscape
Of man's making.

Adron

A little commentary: The mightiest things we do cannot resist the simplest things God does. 

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Stars, A Poem Of Loss

Stars
A Poem Of Loss


I am sorry God,
We have lost your stars.
I went out last night
To look for them.
I thought
They were in the sky
Where I saw them last
Some years ago.
The Milky Way is gone,
Lost in city light wash;
Orion and Pleiades
Have been wiped out
By watts, volts, lumens,
And incandescence.
I'm sorry God,
You gave them to us
As a treasure.
We were so busy
Setting up our toys,
I am afraid
They won't be found
Because no one
Is looking for them.

A little commentary. I wrote this while on vacation in the countryside. We were away from the city and the night sky was not affected by the dulling effect of city lights. The stars were a hundred times more clear than ever seen in the city. 

(c) Adron Dozat 7/27/12

A Prayer For The Offering

You might want to keep the back door open and the motor running when you pray this prayer in church over the offering. Don't pray this before the congregation unless you are in the spirit and in tears over the poor giving of Christianity.


Mighty God, Righteous One, King of the Universe, and Lord of our Church,
Thank you that you have blessed us with such riches, treasures and abundance.
Thank you for Jesus who died on the cross taking our sins on himself.
We come before you today bringing our humble offering and tithes.
May it reflect the value we put on your sacrifice of your Son.
Forgive us, O Lord, the smallness of it compared to Your Great blessings.
Forgive us for stinginess when you have been so very generous.
Help us to be ashamed to think that your enemies give more to cults
Than we, who are bought by the death of your Son, give to your gospel work.
Do not bring to our minds the frivolities written in our checkbooks
When the gospel message is brought to it's knees for want of our giving.
We know the times, for today we are not bound by the 10 percent  rule,
But under grace we are free to give 20 percent or even more.
Thank you for the free salvation that we did not buy with our works or tithes-
But our tithes and offerings reveal how much we esteem salvation.
Encourage Your servants who sacrifice to serve you here and abroad,
Although their hands are tied and their vision hobbled by our stinginess.
Bless the advance of the gospel as it crawls forth starved by our small gifts.
You said "Having done this to the least of these you have done it to me."
Thank you that we do not see you hungry, naked, sick, or in prison,
May those who despair and are dying go in peace, be warmed, and filled.
Thank you Lord that you richly bless those who give- We just choose to opt out
Thank you that when we survey the smallness of our eternal reward
You will not force on us the image of our selfishness toward You.
May You somehow be glorified and honored by our giving today.


(c) Adron Dozat

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Jaywalker

Jaywalker
A Poem

Jaywalker


To cross the street at noontime is
A simple and yet risky task.
We would not halt partway to think
What just one misstep would bring.
We do a run with a light trot
In a race against quick guesses
Of timing from one car to next.
We can’t dither midway in spite
Of drivers honking distractions
Looking both ways- twice and again;
Measuring shrinking space between
The old city bus on the left
And the u-haul on the near right.
We can’t stall our stride to ponder
“When did they last go the break shop?”
Or “I hope that driver is awake.”
We make a final panicked dash
To cross the speeding cars blind course,
And slap a foot on the sidewalk.
No need to glance back where we came,
Without a break in our swift gait
We turn to pursue our own path,
Seeing now only the walkway
We forget to look that one way.



(c) Adron

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Are Edges Of Joy
Words of Comfort and Hope
Poems by A.E. Dozat © 2018

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Funeral for a Butterfly

Funeral for a butterfly
a poem

Funeral For A Butterfly


She lay on the hard sidewalk
Her yellow spotted wings were
The size of a grown man’s palm.
One wing was zig-zag- frayed.
She lay still, unmoving, dead;
The hot air waving her wing
In a charade of living.
She once flew in spring sunlight,
In the dance of butterflies
Flitting through green floral hues.
Now she is still and soulless
On the hard concrete pathway
Beside red square brick pillars.
Jackhammers sing her dirge song,
An unforgiving staccato,
As they break up dry sidewalk.
Backhoes rip through the re-bar
And pull it from the ground.
The street rubble loudly crash
Into the grey steal bed
Of a diesel dump truck Hurst,
To carry her to a grave
Thirty feet below the ground
At a building site landfill.
I watched her internment-
Asking what other treasures
They buried beneath my feet
Under the new downtown mall.



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Are Edges Of Joy
Words of Comfort and Hope
Poems by A.E. Dozat © 2018

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(c) Adron 7/30/10