Christ Our King and Hope, in Poetry

Poems by Ryan Diaz
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CHRIST IN PARADOX

The God of Golgotha;

Enthroned on a skull.

The conquering king-

With a crown of thorns.

The perpetually loved

And forsaken son.

The eternal God,

Who made flesh his home

And learned to reign

By giving up his throne.


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AMEN

Born on a bedside

Nursed in the dark

Forgotten in the morning

Hidden in the heart.

Shared like a secret

Screamed in despair

Sung like a song

No Sound fills the air.

Carved out of questions

Stitched with a hope

Shaped by the faith

Of men trying to cope.


About Ryan Diaz

Ryan Diaz is a poet, lecturer, and theologian from Queens, NY. He holds a BA in History from St. John’s University, and he is currently completing a MA in Biblical Studies. Diaz’s writing attempts to find the divine in the ordinary, the thin place where fantasy and reality meet. Diaz’s work has been featured in Scribble, Ekstasis, Wingless Dreamer, In Parentheses, Tempered Runes Press, and The Washington Institute. He currently lives in Queens, NY, with his wife, Janiece. For more information, visit Diaz on Instagram.


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Poetry: Burden Racing

Poem by Maed Rill Monte
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The world being 

an auction of methods

and a competition of weights.

Unsatisfied, in seeing much.

Hearing many, knows the minimum.

Somewhere near, even within,

the Spirit leading: there, there.

Far to the back, old and rugged 

and all-permeating: the Cross, the weight

to choose. To boast

of none, but it. To lose

it all, but it.

Shouldering the Cross,

a racetrack comes to sight.

Something tells I’m born to run;

set these feet on glory road.

No horizon light but an inner light;

no score of trumpets but a quiet thought.

Face set like flint, presses on.

The Way to the narrow gate found;

not a walk in the park

but a work of sacrifice—

so the serpent sheds skin on occasion

and even the forbidden tree

let go of one fruit.


About Maed Rill Monte

Maed Rill Monte is a poet hailing from Ormoc City, Philippines. He started crafting poetry at seventeen, influenced by G.K. Chesterton, Edgar Albert Guest and many others. He lives with his family, books, and an unnamed dog. For more, visit him on Facebook or contact him at maedrillmonte@gmail.com.


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Faith, in Poetry

Poems by Ruth Callaghan do Valle
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Raised up

Staked as a snake
Raised up in the wilderness
Bringing healing to all those who
Stake their hope on you

Struck down once
To raise up the down-trodden
You’ve trodden down the serpent’s head
Raised to strike you

Now raised to glory
Restored to rightful rule
Hell-raider, Hope-raiser
Earth-shaker, Homemaker

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Never lost to You

Yearning to begin again
Spurning sin again
Learning to love again
Burning to belong again

But I have never been cast off
Once found, I have often
Lost sight of You
But I am never lost to You

You are the Finder
The Founder of my faith
The firm Rock beneath my feet
The firm grip on my hand
As I flounder beneath the waves

You are the One who holds me
Upholds me
Enfolds me
You mould me
You’ve told me
You’ll make me whole again


About Ruth Callaghan do Valle

Ruth Callaghan do Valle writes in English with forays into Portuguese, and currently lives in small-town rural Brazil with her husband and toddler. You can follow Callaghan do Valle on Twitter and find her spoken word poems on Instagram and her poetry and posts about life in Brazil on her blog. 


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Searching Eyes

Poem by Karen Curran

Photo by Ant Rozetsky on Unsplash

Searching Eyes

Beautiful grey eyes search your soul, longing to know you. Longing to be known by you.

They reflect compassion, interest, and concern.

They want to understand. To understand your struggles as well as their own. Willing to share, but only with those who have glimpsed and pursued the heart that fuels them.

These eyes have been on a journey these past years—striving, achieving, and wondering why their efforts are considered too much or too little.

Longing to see the path they should take and wanting to give their best for God amidst the uncertainty of what that best is.

Knowing that if their best involves tuition and years of study, it will be assailed by their inner critic as nonsense, as too much.

Confusion ensues.

So how will they know?

“‘No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love him’. . . but God has revealed it to us by His Spirit” I Corinthians 2:9-10. 

God, Himself, answers: they will know by God’s Spirit, by His gentle prompting.

Prompting that can be exhibited by unease with the current situation.

Or by restlessness—the feeling of being in the wrong seat on the bus.

Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid” John 14:27.

The Spirit rests His Hand on the seat He has chosen, patting it gently. Giving assurance. Urging the grey eyes to see.

“Sit here. Sit here.”

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About Karen Curran

Curran is a retired accountant living in Franklin, Tennessee. Always ready for a new adventure, she enjoys capturing life’s unique moments in words. For more stories, visit Curran’s website.


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January 1, 2021 Word of Encouragement

Post by Dyane Forde

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I just finished reading a YouVersion devotional called “Meeting With God” (see link below). I love Day 6. It talks about prayer and how Christians sometimes try everything except prayer, when they face problems.

An explanation about why this is came to me while I was reading: we don’t pray because we don’t believe God really cares for or hears us, or we fear He won’t answer. Taking the latter point further, maybe we fear that when He answers, we won’t like His response.

During these extremely difficult times, it’s easy to feel defeated, discouraged, even helpless. The world is on edge, and we may be fearful for the future. I have been on vacation from my work as a social worker these last two weeks, but my subconscious has been fighting back waves of stress and worry about going back to work next week. I feel dread and anxious. I’m worried. But deep down, I know that God has me there for a reason, which means I have a purpose there. My struggle is to trust that He will carry me through whatever I will face upon my return. To do that–to grab hold of His strength and to deepen my faith in Him–I must pray.

In truth, regardless of what we think or feel, God is true. He is the Lover of our souls, and He works on our behalf for our good.

I hope these words encourage and support you, if you are struggling with something in your life. Let’s trust God today. As His children, let’s cry out to Him. Let’s pray to Him today.

Blessings!

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