Sermon Notes Poetry: Isaiah 49:1-7

Snowy here. Cold. My mind feels winter-sleepy. Writing poems is hard now. So when I can steal someone else's words and just keep setting them down, I appreciate that.

These poems were woven from Dave Stradler's words at my church this past Sunday...

Isaiah 49:1-7

My 20's and 30's
planting shadows,
arrows,
I quiver
splendor.

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Forging fire,
battle ready
visions of roads,
time,
cars that
lose me,
you, the whole
galaxy.

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Three, four people
on board,
on the edge falling
off until
it's me, just me
on the boat.

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God's heart
is in my apartment
captured in bars
on White Plains
coffee shops,
lifting love.

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How do we
be a light
with backbone
loving community
no sign on the door
saying, "You don't belong."

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They want real
God-lives, out
meet, we'll come
to you
God-servant
holy martinis.

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The whole bible
mission-being
in just seven verses.
Pop it open,
step questions
over the short night.

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Christ-cost
mornings' heart
servants
to tribes beyond
Israel,
beyond walls.

Sharing with One Shot Wednesday today.