Dead Face of Jesus
by
John W Frye
By the casket I stand
Looking at the dead face-
Face of a dear friend.
Gently touching the face
Slams me with death’s reality;
A face cold, hard in death’s way.
The dead face of Jesus.
How many saw that face?
A few touched it;
Mary most of all I’d think.
Scoffers, soldiers, few friends,
Joseph and Nicodemas saw it.
Catholics, Anglicans, [...]
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The Race
by
John W Frye
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Two bodies running, Jerusalem bound,
To those fearfully hiding behind locked doors.
Emmaus disciples, minds racing even faster
To contain the uncontainable–Jesus is alive!
Running, running not fast enough,
Feet too slow for the startling good news:
Two who had listened to Jesus,
Who broke bread with the Risen [...]
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Posted in Poems on Mar 21st, 2008
The Shelter of Words
by
John W Frye
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God.
God is an idol.
Not the reality, but the word “God.”
The word “God” cannot contain the reality.
How many of our words are idols?
Not because they want to be,
But because they cannot
carry their infinite loads.
Trinity. Three little idolatrous
Syllables chosen [...]
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Posted in Emergent Conversation, Poems on Mar 5th, 2008
Pain Kissed Me
by
John W Frye
Pain kissed me,
And by the hand led me
To that awful place
Where reality dwells.
Pain embraced me
And held me tightly
Until fantasy comforts
Released their grip
And slinked silently away.
Pain took me
Along the lonely path
Into the valley of many voices
Tuned to sing deeper songs.
To sing the songs of the Lamb
That was slain…
Who was slain.
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Posted in Poems on Feb 19th, 2008
Deadly Truth
by
John W Frye
My ears heard right words,
Truth was told.
Yet my heart was blasted open,
My spirit ducked for cover.
The voice convinced of rightness
Felt so very wrong to me.
What if truth spoken without love
Is the greatest lie of all?
What if certainty offered hatefully
Is quicksand after all?
Did Jesus once dismiss the Bible quoter
As the very devil himself?
Suppose [...]
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Posted in Poems on Jan 28th, 2008
Zealous Servant
by
John W Frye
Just a cup of cold water
Smashed into my face.
The zealous servant left me,
With water, oh for sure,
And with bits of glass
And blood and water mixed
Gushing from my mouth.
Friends, zeal without love
Mimics the devil’s way.
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