Relativity

Beauty is no mystery,

No more than life and death.

Morality, most still admit,

With short, collective breath.

 

Mathematics hard to bend.

Logic just won’t break.

Relativity pretend

When based upon our sake.

 

All things relative to God,

In love, he sought His own,

Rescued men from sin and death,

Christ went through Hell alone.

 

Within our temporality

He crushed the serpent’s head.

In Him our eternality,

Jump started from the dead.

Dust and ashes

Dust and ashes though I be,

It pleases him to dwell in me.

He who calls His stars by name,

Binds up broken hearts the same.

 

The poem above was inspired by the following texts:

Psalm 147:3,4 –

“He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.

He telleth the number of the stars; he calleth them all by their names.”

Job 30:19 -“He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.”

Job 42:6 – “Wherefore I abhor myself, and repent in dust and ashes.”

Genesis 18:27 – “And Abraham answered and said, Behold now, I have taken upon me to speak unto the Lord, which am but dust and ashes:”

 

Bottle

Bottle go and smoke it.

Stab at it and poke it.

Empty it and choke it.

Steadily provoke it.

Statutes holding on.

Weaker making strong.

Joining in His throng,

Right against the wrong.

(This poem inspired by Psalm 119:83 – “ For I am become like a bottle in the smoke; yet do I not forget thy statutes.”)