Sermon Notes Poetry: Philippians
Catching up on posting these. Two weeks worth of sermon notes poetry for the price of one. At the church I attend, we have outside speakers come twice a month. It gives us a more rounded perspective from the pulpit. My daughter and I were marveling that some speakers inspire better poetry (in my case) and sketches (in her case) than others.
Philippians 1:15-29
"Proof"
We are the true
progressives, marching
students into sanctified
lines; I can show you
charts that flower
white like paper
columbines.
"Bring them"
to Jesus, the one
who rises beyond
suicide bombs,
resurrects breath
from vacuum
of atomic cries.
Philippians 4:4-13
"By Order"
Don't worry that you can't reach the top shelf,
you know what's up there, don't you?
Practice the prayer of thanksgiving,
and a piece of God will tumble down.
"Pense"
When you lift your minds,
do it with books, art, the Yankee game—
you could build a tower all the way
to heaven, but I suspect you'll find God
far before you reach the top floor.
"Paul's Brag"
I went searching for the Ark
but shipwrecked along the way.
Don't say you couldn't do it too;
it's a matter of Christ calling
to the Christ in you. Even cows
returned the covenantal box*
when an empty, bell-fringed tent
murmured them home.
*see 1 Samuel 6
Philippians 1:15-29
"Proof"
We are the true
progressives, marching
students into sanctified
lines; I can show you
charts that flower
white like paper
columbines.
"Bring them"
to Jesus, the one
who rises beyond
suicide bombs,
resurrects breath
from vacuum
of atomic cries.
Philippians 4:4-13
"By Order"
Don't worry that you can't reach the top shelf,
you know what's up there, don't you?
Practice the prayer of thanksgiving,
and a piece of God will tumble down.
"Pense"
When you lift your minds,
do it with books, art, the Yankee game—
you could build a tower all the way
to heaven, but I suspect you'll find God
far before you reach the top floor.
"Paul's Brag"
I went searching for the Ark
but shipwrecked along the way.
Don't say you couldn't do it too;
it's a matter of Christ calling
to the Christ in you. Even cows
returned the covenantal box*
when an empty, bell-fringed tent
murmured them home.
*see 1 Samuel 6
Labels: poetry, sermon notes, spiritual practice
5 Comments:
I wonder if the whole Bible could be written like this by you (leaving Psalm, Song of Solomon, Ecclesiastics and Proverbs)
Joy always,
Susan
Susan Deborah has a wonderful idea! And you could do a call for art for the collection, as Patti Digh does, and have artists register to receive a randomly assigned poem to illustrate.
Your "By Order", which I especially like, reminds me of the lovely tiny poems in "Love Poems from God". I also like "charts that flower /while like paper/ columbines".
I like "proof"--because I want my quarterly report charts to blossom like columbines!
I love the bell-fringed tent calling the cows home. Absolutely perfect, that one. Thanks.
Oh... the top shelf. wow. I needed that today. I don't understand what it is about that poem that got me, but something in it reached deep inside me.
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