Another Poem

A few weeks ago, I posted a poem I wrote about 35-40 years ago in honor of Veteran's Day. Someone asked if I had written any other poems. The answer is no, not many, unless you count the few efforts I have made for my wife in an effort to be romantic. I was looking through some old files, though, and found this one. I do not have any idea how long ago I wrote it. It is just a simple testimony of what the Gospels mean to me. Enjoy.

On the Gospels

Moving between the words of  these chronicles

There is a Living Essence reaching out from Eternity

To grasp the very cords of man’s heart  to create

A harmony which only the Eternal could compose

And which only the redeemed can experience

In all of its magnificence and grandeur.

There is within these records more than the story

Of a man rejected by the nation which gave Him birth

And reviled by those for whom He died

Of a Man denied by His followers

And denuded by His foes

For the words have power within themselves,

There is even more so a pulse of Life

Like the essence of cut flowers which fills the room

With fragrance and stifles the repulsive

That quickens the soul from corruptible to incorruptible

From mortal to immortal

From sadness to irrepressible joy.

                              Pastor Dan