The Sermon of St. Ben, a Poem of Speaking Through Deeds.

THE SERMON OF SAINT BEN
A Poem of Speaking Through Deeds

There is a man in our town
We just call him Ben.
He never had many schools,
He was just a clerk
In a bank.
He comes to church
In an old truck full of
Topsoil, sod, shovel, and rake.
He brings lemon-aid and
A peanut butter sandwich.
He comes after work
Or on Saturday
Alone
When no one is there-
Then spends hours
In devotion on his knees
Pulling weeds and planting bulbs,
Putting stuff in the dirt
To make the flowers grow.
He sews seeds, trims bushes,
And prunes the shade trees.
The pastor will never preach
As beautiful a sermon
As the one spoken
Through the church garden.

(c) Adron 4/2/15

Light On My Way, A Poem

Light on my way, a poem.

In a land of shadows
I shall walk in clean light;
Near me are dark troubles
But He makes my way bright.

Though I climb dark pathways
I look to see my guide.
He is with me always
And will not leave my side.

Through fog for a season
This true friend walks with me
And oh what a person-
My Lord and God is he!

He knows the way before
Though I see mist and foam;
I hold his hand secure,
And know he leads me home.

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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

Trust Jesus, A Poem

Trust Jesus


Trust Jesus through the stormy gale
Think not if your faith is great or small.
Reject fear- the Lord will not fail;
He is but waiting to hear your call.

When the way is clear give him praise,
And cover the rocky path with prayer.
Trust Him in the darkest of days.
He is waiting for your load to bear.

Hope in him as he directs your way.
Follow him to the Victor's bright Land;
Where he is as the light of the day,
And richest blessings flow from his hand. 



(c) Adron Dozat

God's Voice, a Poem

GOD'S VOICE.
A Poem


In His creation, I see God's voice
As if we live in His symphony;
But the ovation is each man's choice,
So I shall give thanks as melody.

In the majesty of cliff's far height,
Or the deep sea's dark vast wonderment,
Is a tapestry of such great might-
I fall to knees in my amazement.

He is glorious in all He made,
I call His name with sure confidence;
For His marvelous rule shall not fade,
No less can time end His deliverance.

(c) Adron Dozat

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

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

Joyfully To Praise God, A Poem of Worship

Joyfully To Praise God


I praise God who rules from heaven above,
Who commands each atom of creation;
Greater than that He is the God of love,
And yet He is the Lord of Salvation.

I praise God, He is my maker- and more,
He has shown me mercy for all my wrongs;
He is a God I can't help but adore,
I gladly sing to Him my praiseful songs.

I praise my Lord for He is always near,
I call on my God when in distress;
Because of His great love I shall not fear-
A love that will never cool nor grows less.

I praise my God, who all my longing fills,
In his kingdom He gives me a good place.
All of my anxious doubts He gently stills.
Sweet joy of heaven this is just a taste!

I worship God as joyfully I go,
With voice out loud or just in silent praise;
Be it on hill top high or valley low,
I will worship Him all my earthly days.

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I Bow Here Now, a Christian Poem of Confesson

I Bow Here Now,
A Poem Of Confession


I bow here now, for I have no plea
Against judgment divine and hot;
Except Jesus blood was shed for me
Cleansing my sin's every last spot.

I bow here now, in myself I doubt,
With reason and confused in mind.
Jesus- Him my life must be about!
In his name- victory I find.

I bow here now, for I have believed
Your promise of love once unknown;
Your gift of true life I have received-
I belong to Jesus alone.

Adron

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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

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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

Some People Just Say

Some People Just Say


Thank you is something we may say
Maybe our parents taught us to.
For some of us it's just our way
Or it is the right thing to do.

Good manners are all very fine.
My purpose is a different one.
I truly mean these words of mine.
Thank you for all that you have done.


(c) Adron

A little Note: This is a poem for a greeting card. I am posting it now but will be creating a greeting card later on that will be available for sale. I am not sure of the meter and may come back to it and revise it later on prior to the final greeting card production. 

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