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This is a poem I wrote recently I hope you like it. Sorry friends: I forgot I had already posted this a while back...duh!!!
They Killed Our Children
RevTom posted a topic in Creative Expression & Cultural ArtsIn keeping with some of the political posts in other threads, I hope this poem strikes a chord:
RevTom posted a topic in Creative Expression & Cultural ArtsAnother foray from the more serious topics, yet a seriousness in itself
New haiku thread
Seeker posted a topic in Creative Expression & Cultural ArtsWhy was the old one closed? Perched on their long legs A brace of cranes are busy Fishing for girders.
Rev Charles Hicks posted a topic in Creative Expression & Cultural ArtsEvery time I turn on the tv all you see is killing going on around the world all i can say Is God help us all
Rev. Calli's Christmas Gift to you
Rev. Calli posted a topic in Creative Expression & Cultural ArtsGreetings to you all my sisters and brothers, As my Christmas gift to you all, I wanted to share with you a poem I first read more than 25 years ago. I was written by a theologian named Willam Shoemaker, a member of what in early 20th Century was known as the Oxford Group. This rather loosely organized group of clergy and laity was one of the key forces in the founding of what came to Alcoholics Anonymous and other 12 step programs. As I struggled to come to understand what being in ministry means for me, this poem helped me to clarify in my mind what I was called to be and do. I hope that in your own journey in ministry, that this may help you as it did me. I Stand at the Door By Sam Shoemaker (from the Oxford Group) I stand by the door. I neither go to far in, nor stay to far out. The door is the most important door in the world - It is the door through which men walk when they find God. There is no use my going way inside and staying there, When so many are still outside and they, as much as I, Crave to know where the door is. And all that so many ever find Is only the wall where the door ought to be. They creep along the wall like blind men, With outstretched, groping hands, Feeling for a door, knowing there must be a door, Yet they never find it. So I stand by the door. The most tremendous thing in the world Is for men to find that door - the door to God. The most important thing that any man can do Is to take hold of one of those blind, groping hands And put it on the latch - the latch that only clicks And opens to the man's own touch. Men die outside the door, as starving beggars die On cold nights in cruel cities in the dead of winter. Die for want of what is within their grasp. They live on the other side of it - live because they have not found it. Nothing else matters compared to helping them find it, And open it, and walk in, and find Him. So I stand by the door. Go in great saints; go all the way in - Go way down into the cavernous cellars, And way up into the spacious attics. It is a vast, roomy house, this house where God is. Go into the deepest of hidden casements, Of withdrawal, of silence, of sainthood. Some must inhabit those inner rooms And know the depths and heights of God, And call outside to the rest of us how wonderful it is. Sometimes I take a deeper look in. Sometimes venture in a little farther, But my place seems closer to the opening. So I stand by the door. There is another reason why I stand there. Some people get part way in and become afraid Lest God and the zeal of His house devour them; For God is so very great and asks all of us. And these people feel a cosmic claustrophobia And want to get out. 'Let me out!' they cry. And the people way inside only terrify them more. Somebody must be by the door to tell them that they are spoiled. For the old life, they have seen too much: One taste of God and nothing but God will do any more. Somebody must be watching for the frightened Who seek to sneak out just where they came in, To tell them how much better it is inside. The people too far in do not see how near these are To leaving - preoccupied with the wonder of it all. Somebody must watch for those who have entered the door But would like to run away. So for them too, I stand by the door. I admire the people who go way in. But I wish they would not forget how it was Before they got in. Then they would be able to help The people who have not yet even found the door. Or the people who want to run away again from God. You can go in too deeply and stay in too long And forget the people outside the door. As for me, I shall take my old accustomed place, Near enough to God to hear Him and know He is there, But not so far from men as not to hear them, And remember they are there too. Where? Outside the door - Thousands of them. Millions of them. But - more important for me - One of them, two of them, ten of them. Whose hands I am intended to put on the latch. So I shall stand by the door and wait For those who seek it. 'I had rather be a door-keeper So I stand by the door. In solidarity, Rev. Calli
Rev Karron posted a topic in Creative Expression & Cultural ArtsThe old bum shivers; a vacancy sign flashes on-off in his neon eyes. From cherry blossoms the spider climbs down its silk; our love too on a thread.