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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Posted in Poems on Jan 14th, 2008
Broken Bread
by
John W Frye
“Let us break bread together,” they said.
I ate their broken promises instead.
Their ‘bread of life’ sticks in my throat.
Will I choke to death on this liars’ loaf?
Can unbroken lives eat the broken bread?
At his table the Broken Host serves,
Healing aroma, taste of life is in his bread.
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Posted in Poems on Jan 11th, 2008
Heartbeats of God
by
John W. Frye
I climbed into the lap of God.
Leaning tightly against him,
I listened to his heart.
I heard blood,
crying from the ground
of ancient places.
Lonely, empty faces;
wailing Palestinian mothers
and frightened African babies. God’s heartbeats made me uncomfortable.I pulled away and looked into his eyes.
I saw his tears
did not quench the fire.
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Posted in Poems on Jan 10th, 2008
The Eternal Child
by
John W Frye
I am
a one year old child
thrown from a bridge at night
into cold, deep water
because daddy had a fight
with mommy.
I am
a two year old child
sitting in the bloody dust of Kenya
next to my mommy, hacked to pieces
because of senseless war.
I am
a three year old child
sitting alone in a cold, concrete apartment
hearing loud [...]
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Posted in Poems on Jan 5th, 2008
The Rooster Crows Twice
by
John W Frye
Holy fury like a javelin of lightning
thrown by the hand of God
strikes the good Shepherd
Hanging on blood-sticky planks
raised against blackened skies.
Men, like panicked sheep, scatter
like broken pieces of clay
as the Jar crashes
against the wall of death.
Cowards running for cover, seeking the shadows
[...]
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