Simplicity #3 (Etheree)

are like our
country: we are
one big melting pot,
e pluribus unum.
We are one, made of many.
We gain, lose, worsen, and improve,
but we still remain the same person.
You can’t change anything and still be You.



Stones Into Bread (Petrarchan Sonnet)

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The sun-baked wilderness was hot and dry
For royalty to wander in and thirst;
Both lips and heart were parched, about to burst—
But the oasis was no trick of mind.
The shimmering mirage of stone-ground rye
Could not compete when heart was sated first
By wealth unstained by fallen nature’s curse:
The stomach had, by faith, good food and wine.
Death-dealer dealt the measure of his craft
His lies are overcome by word of truth,
The stomach’s growls drowned out by royal song.
His kingly strength and glory unsurpassed
Came to him every morn like manna dew:
In weakness his believing was made strong.


Do Not Be Afraid (Petrarchan Sonnet)


The herald militant appeared in light
In Wesley’s erstwhile welkin o’er the fold;
The herders’ drowsy darkness now like gold
Shone with the glory of the Lord of Might.
They made to scatter in their dreadful fright,
But lo, the Heav’nly Gospel, long foretold
Was on the angel lips that blessèd night.
The Burning Ones who, blushing, ever fly
Before Him Who Is and Was and Will Be
Now march, their banner-glories are unfurled:
For Him, who viewed, must make the viewer die
Has come as chubby babe both held and seen;
The Virgin holds the Word who made the world.


Something Borrowed (Petrarchan Sonnet)


“I washed you with water, rinsed off your blood, and anointed you with oil. I clothed you in embroidered cloth and provided you with fine leather sandals. I also wrapped you in fine linen and covered you with silk. I adorned you with jewelry, putting bracelets on your wrists and a necklace around your neck. I put a ring in your nose, earrings on your ears, and a beautiful crown on your head. So you were adorned with gold and silver, and your clothing was made of fine linen, silk, and embroidered cloth. You ate fine flour, honey, and oil. You became extremely beautiful and attained royalty. Your fame spread among the nations because of your beauty, for it was perfect through My splendor, which I had bestowed on you.” This is the declaration of the Lord GOD (Ezekiel 16:9-14 CSB).

The wedding preparations underway:
The ugly wretch has found herself a groom,
Who, not repulsed by wretchedness assumed
Her ugliness for beauty in its place.
He bathed, anointed, dressed her fine and fair;
In her there was for wretchedness no room.
His kitchens fed her plates of finest food,
And she became a queen beyond compare.
Her beauty, not innate, imputed was;
Her royalty was not from kin or kith:
She had no heritage, no claim to throne.
Her groom told her His love was just because,
Perfection’s splendor was for her His gift.
“Forever, My beloved, you’re My own.”


Fifty-nine (Cyhydedd hir)


Rescue me from foes:
Ere dawn they arose
Their traps to enclose
Around me fast.

These men of bloodshed
And lies fill their heads
With plans of my death
No chance is passed.

Snarling, mangy curs
Come away the worse
For wear, for their purse
Emptied en masse.

LORD God of Armies,
My soul waits to see
You come in glory
To save at last.

You laugh at their schemes,
Yet they do not dream
That you would redeem
With fiery blast.

Empty stomachs growl
While they vainly prowl;
Unsatisfied scowls
They wear like masks.

But I gladly sing
The love of my King;
He to me strength brings,
Grace unsurpassed.


In the Most Dangerous Place I Take Refuge (Psalm 57)

In the most dangerous place I take refuge
Under the cherubim wings
To the most glorious King I can draw near
You will reach down and save me

I am surrounded by roaring lions
Whose teeth are sharp as a spear
Into their net they would snare my footsteps
They dig a pit before me

Be exalted above the heavens,
Cover the earth with Your fame
May the Holy One send us Your love
Let all the earth bless Your name

I can have confidence in my Redeemer
My songs can wake up the dawn
My harp and lyre resound to Your glories:
“The Holy One calls me His own!”

Your faithful love is higher than heaven
Your faithfulness reaches the clouds
Let every nation join us in our praises
Over the world hear the sound

Be exalted above the heavens,
Cover the earth with Your fame
May the Holy One send us Your love
Let all the earth bless Your name


My God, Whose Praiseworthy Word (Psalm 56)



Wicked men trample over me
They fight against me on all sides
They think of only evil schemes
Their voices twist the truth into lies.

My God, whose praiseworthy word
Makes me know the glory of my King;
I call and know that He will answer,
I am convinced my Jesus is for me.

Jesus maps my faltering steps
His eye watches o’er my way
In His bottle all my tears are kept
He delights to raise me from the grave

My God, whose praiseworthy word
Makes me know the glory of my King;
I call and know that He will answer,
I am convinced my Jesus is for me.


Fifty-Five (Ae Freslighe)


Listen, please, pay attention
Do not hide your face away
I’m caught in this contention
Of those who make me afraid.

I’m wrecked by this hurricane;
If I had Jonah’s feathers
I’d fly away, unrestrained
By all this fearsome weather.

The town filled with injustice,
Violence and strife patrol;
Flailing on the precipice
Of judgment waiting below.

Make them Babel-confounded
And make all their schemes confused;
That the war-cries resounded
Against me may fall unused.

My wounds’ pain still increases
At the news of a traitor
My friend, my friend! oppresses
Me, lays my heart wounds barer.

They won’t pursue repentance
Or fear the God of power,
He will pour in abundance
His wrath and make them cower.

Cast your heavy encumbrance
On the Sovereign’s strong shoulders
He’ll give you His affluence
And make your prayers bolder.

I won’t go down desolate
For finished is His mission:
I trust His grace exquisite
To His promises listen.