Advent Devotional Poetry


I will be expanding my Advent series, Devotions to Our God in the Manger, to a longer selection in 2014.  Here is a piece from week 1 in 2013.  I expect to have 5 selections for most weeks in 2014.  We will begin on November 30

A D V E N T   2 0 1 3:    D E V O T I O N S   T O   O U R   G O D   I N   T H E   M A N G E R

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Week 1            Stay Awake

                       A Knock

This week, I too have heard Jesus at the door,
knocking,
and the vibrations have tingled often in my chest,
and I have been aware, awake,
and I come to the door alive.
Whom do I see?
My neighbor is there, seeking missing mail;
lonely?
Urban camper friends come, seeking
bus passes and warmth;
cold and lonely?
A young boy comes a calling,
seeking a small job to earn some bread;
ragged and lonely?
Christ is alive in my community,
as He was in Christmas past.
Christ is alive and He knocks on my door.
I am anxious now for a final Advent,
for all things new, but today He lives at my door.

(c) Tom Bolton, 2 December, 2013, Cathedral Square

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Alone


Upon Matthew 25:46, walking.

Lake Michigan at South Shore Milwaukee

                  Alone and Frost

Fresh, deep-edged crystals frost the tall, emerald blades,
as I walk to greet Him this morning.
I am alone.
Alone as the first one, and Christ alone,
and I alone here.
This rhythm of life,
repeating again about me,
withdrawal and activism,
community and loneliness,
energy restores.
Loneliness comes upon us and with us.
And then again, we anticipate new fellowship too.

(c) 22 October 2013, Tom Bolton, on the South Shore

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My Life New


These are my verses in response to Psalm 119.  I am repeating a stanza each Sunday as we approach the end of 2014.

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                   My Soul Aches to be Refreshed

My soul seemed weak for so long as I waited
for you–or did you wait for me?
My eyes were straining, bulging and blood-shot from looking
far and deep; I ask you again: How do I obey?
May I not be hung out to dry, not
bursting as I am hung out in the heat of the day.
Move me from this brittle reality, these
tough times I built up in my life.
Make me joyful in your word, blessed!
Joyfully blessed!
Joyful in God’s word!
Much persecuted, I complain anew, but help me!
May I still not abandon your guiding wisdom.
Make my life new, God-of-Mercy,
Make me fresh and new,
May I obey.
May I still obey your commandments,
even when I complicate them beyond the simple.
Merciful God, make my life new today.

(c) Tom Bolton, Milwaukee, Feb 2012

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Prayer


I am continuing my repeat of On Word, Law and Life, a devotional poem based on Psalm 119.

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                       Let Me Pray

Loudly I speak of you, God-of-Grace; let me
Live in your word, learning your commands.
Leavened by your word and your commandments,
Let my hope shine and show your word in me.

Listening to these words, we see that they are true;
Listening, may we learn!
Lord, I pray, let your grace and mercy surround me.
Let me be comforted and be a comfort too.

Let your joy be strong and cradle my soul, and
let me be happy too.
Let me see sinners in failure when they miss the mark, and
Let not the righteous die a hundred deaths.
Lead us, as we join together to study your word,
to your comfortable place, God-of-Grace.
Let me examine my own heart,
Let me be honest and straight; fill me with real
integrity today.

(c) Tom Bolton, February 2012

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GROUNDED


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Grounded in Prayer

No longer am I bapfuye behagazi.
I am restored, bright-eyed in this community.
And yet, wide-awake, I am disturbed too often.
The call of Christ is welcome, and I grab it as
shelter,
and yet,
There is no barrier for life itself.
In this life–indeed, in the Gospel–Jesus is life.
Jesus has brought peace to me, and
I relish the peace of Christ.
Restored and reconciled, I am joyful in the Word.
Yet, as I respond to the disciple-call,
There is commotion and families are changed,
and distant friends,
and old teams re-formed,
and brothers afraid,
and sisters lost,
and parents unsure.
This call is a call to royal priest-hood.
Keep me in this world as a disciple for as long as I must be.
Make me a servant, a listener.
Let me be love here.

(c) Tom Bolton

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Joyful Knowledge


From On Word, Law and life, which is a devotional poem based on Psalm 119:

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                    Joyful in the Word

Joyful in the word, blessed!
Once I suffered and I learned from you:
Joy and Hope!
Judged by the measures of this fanciful society,
your words fill me more than any
Jeopardy winnings. You are my prize.

                        Knowing Integrity

Your hands created me and you know me.
Knowing me, Lord, you help me to know me.
Knowing you, Holy One, my friends rejoice–
They know my hope; they know I am with your word.

Know that His commandments are fair when
We know what they say to us–when we listen.

Today I know:
Know your mercy surrounds and comforts me,
Know your sweet compassion cradles my soul,
and knowing your way, I am happy today;
Know that sinners are not forever,
not aware, and not knowing your word,
Know that those who find, come around me,
knowing we are together in your word,
Know my own heart, that place so hard to see when we don’t
Know integrity.

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In Judgment, Knowing


I am continuing to share my longer piece, On Word, Law and Life, in response to my study of Psalm 119.

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                             In Judgment, Knowing

Jubilation! I know how you treat me!
As you promised, you treat me just so.
Judgment and knowledge are in your word,
and you teach me each day, because I see
your commandments as jewels.
Just then, again I thought I might wander
away from you again, but I know that in suffering, I yearned again
to hold onto your word.
Joy in the Word, Blessed!
Joy in your word! Teach me.
Judged by haughty and self-righteous hedonists,
I am defamed some days, but I do best when I set these things far away and
obey what you put before me.
Jaundiced and cold, calloused really,
they don’t see me, and miss you, Lord,
but I am happy again, enriched by your word.

(c) Tom Bolton, Tippecanoe, January 2012

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