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Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.”  I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.”

 Salvation.  Not by our attainments; not by our merit; not by our performance.  By grace.  The unmerited favor of God, purchased by Christ on the Cross at a cost unimaginable.  Salvation.  By grace.  By grace.  By grace supremely.  By grace alone.

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THE BENEFICIARIES

 

But few of wealth or power,

Not very many wise

Will in the final hour

Rise up to claim the prize.

 

So what of those elected

To gaze upon the Face?

Not perfect, but perfected:

The trophies of his Grace.

 

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Donald T. Williams, PhD

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CLXXIV

 Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.”  I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.”

If you have never been betrayed—stabbed in the back, coldly and deliberately, by someone you thought was a friend, someone you were sure you could trust—you have missed a most instructive experience.  But don’t worry.  If you live long enough, it is coming.  The blessed benefit I got from this most painful of lessons was a deeper identification with Christ in His sufferings.  “Oh,” I gasped.  “Now I understand.  You did that for me!”

“Judas . . . with a kiss?”

 THE TRYST

Did their eyes meet before he turned away?

Although the Lord had prophesied the gist,

He seemed affected by that final twist.

So much a simple gesture could convey:

A friendship you would think could last the day

Evaporating like the morning mist.

And he was not the first to be so kissed;

The question echoes still, “Et tu, Brute?

So much a simple gesture can convey.

 

Remember: for more poetry like this, go to https://lanternhollow.wordpress.com/store/ and order Stars Through the Clouds! Also look for Inklings of Reality and Reflections from Plato’s Cave, Williams’ newest books from Lantern Hollow Press: Evangelical essays in pursuit of Truth, Goodness, and Beauty.  And look for Williams’ very latest book, Deeper Magic: The Theology behind the Writings of C. S. Lewis, from Square Halo Books!

Donald T. Williams, PhD

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CLXXII

Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.”  I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.”

“What is a soul?” someone once asked C. S. Lewis. “I am,” he replied.  That is, a soul is something that can say, “I.”  This is a deceptively simple and ultimately profound answer, the implications of which deserve contemplation.  Whence comes it that we can say such a thing?  And what does it mean?

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Dr. Williams contemplating his soul

The Soul

A simple center of focus, a fury of order

Which takes from available matter what it needs

To body forth itself; a heart that bleeds

Discursive Reason; more, a rapt recorder

Of all that passes, and a subtle sorter

Of all that it collects; a fount of deeds;

A seedling sown, itself a sower of seeds;

Establisher of I/Thou/It, the border.

 

Thus God created it; corrupt, it stays

The same, though in corruption: chaos creeps

In everywhere; the order all decays.

The matter mutinies; the memory sleeps;

The fountain flows polluted; in a daze,

The Reason wanders–and the Reaper reaps.

Remember: for more poetry like this, go to https://lanternhollow.wordpress.com/store/ and order Stars Through the Clouds! Also look for Inklings of Reality and Reflections from Plato’s Cave, Williams’ newest books from Lantern Hollow Press: Evangelical essays in pursuit of Truth, Goodness, and Beauty.  And look for Williams’ very latest book, Deeper Magic: The Theology behind the Writings of C. S. Lewis, from Square Halo Books!

Donald T. Williams, PhD

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CLXXI

Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.”  I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.”

There are a lot of reasons why we believe in Christ as the Son of God and Savior of the world.  What are some of them, and how do they work together to lead us to Him?

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APOLOGIA

Structured steps within the Dance,

Things which could not be by chance:

Architecture of belief?

Arch of bole and vein of leaf.

Crystal’s angles; raindrop’s curves;

Bone and sinew knit with nerves.

Flick of wrist, fly-toss, and then,

Break of bubble, flash of fin.

Beyond these sure and certain hints,

A clearer class of evidence:

Broken fever; opened eyes;

Dove descending from the skies.

Footstep firm on slope of wave;

Stone rolled back from Jesus’ grave.

Glory growing out of grief?

Architecture of belief;

Things which could not be by chance:

Structured steps within the Dance.

"Lord, teach us to pray."

Remember: for more poetry like this, go to https://lanternhollow.wordpress.com/store/ and order Stars Through the Clouds! Also look for Inklings of Reality and Reflections from Plato’s Cave, Williams’ newest books from Lantern Hollow Press: Evangelical essays in pursuit of Truth, Goodness, and Beauty.  And look for Williams’ very latest book, Deeper Magic: The Theology behind the Writings of C. S. Lewis, due out Dec. 1, 2016, from Square Halo Books!

Donald T. Williams, PhD

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Merry Christmas!

 Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.”  I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.”

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Oh Sight beyond all Seeing

(Christmas, 1980)

Oh Sight beyond all seeing,

Light in the dark of the sun,

Fact behind the face of Being,

Second of Three in the One:

What motive could have moved you hither thus?

The Life that was ever begotten, never begun,

Began to be born, to mourn.  For us

The daring deed was done.

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Burned by angel-light,

The shepherds’ eyes were blind

To everything except the sight

That they went forth to find.

It was a Baby wrapped in swaddling clothes,

Laid in a manger: such had been the sign.

The sign they saw by then still shows

The perilous paths that wind

Traditional Site of the Manger, marked by a Star in Bethlehem's Church of the Nativity

Traditional Site of the Manger, marked by a Star in Bethlehem’s Church of the Nativity

Between the Tree and the Tree

This much the sign makes clear:

The Light invisible we see,

The silent Word we hear.

What motive could have moved Him hither thus?

We hear pegs pounded, see the thrusted spear,

We hear, “Forgive them!”  Now for us

The day of doom draws near.

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Merry Christmas!

Donald T. Williams, PhD

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