Your Love for God

Photo courtesy of Donald Lindsey

 

I give you sunrise

And sleep to temper your love

Becoming pure gold

Copyright © DB Lindsey Jr
02/09/2019

 

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Sweetest Song

 

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Donald & Dawn yucking it up in the great north woods (Wagner Falls, near Munising, MI).  Photo by Donald Lindsey.

The Sweetest Song
(For Dawn)

My lovely wife, my spine and central core: 
Two minds conformed sit reciting day
By day—a ceaseless piece, preparing for
The time when bodies split and cannot play.

A song so sweet we lovers cannot stop,
Nor bear, we fear, one player leaves the set.
Our days are gifts, which we determine not,
And each is given death's certificate.

We etch our magnum opus from the heart:
This masterpiece, the Maestro knows its form,
For Love Divine arranges every part,
And His sonata plays throughout life's storm.

Once gone from earth, may songs in which we play:
Make angels weep and God appreciate. 

© Donald Lindsey
All Rights Reserved
26 November 2011

 


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ADVENT 2018

Advent begins Sunday, December 2nd, and we’re celebrating Christ the God-Man who came to save those with whom he is well pleased. Please read on to hear about his birth in a free verse poem titled “Light of the Living.” 


LIGHT OF THE LIVING

Mary's water breaks,
God shuffles his feet,
and light beckons
from the birth canal.
The child
arrives in grandeur.
Angels appear
before shepherds.
They announce:
“Glory to God 
in the highest,
and on earth 
peace among those
with whom he is pleased!”

The Heavens
and its inhabitants
strike the hallelujah chorus:
"In Israel's darkest days,
Her promised Savior,
is here: Emmanuel!
God with us."
And two millennium later,
still, we sing
and praise
His holy name.

The Death of Ectoplasm

The Death of Ectoplasm

In my dream this epoch battle rages
between angels and demons. My mom,
is Mother Goose. She barks and barks
at my dad, who is Jack Sprat.
They are fighting over me and my siblings,
whether we should be fed to the Ectoplasm,
or simply turned over to Beezlebub.
The demons race for the high ground,
my parents take up the rear. Angels
reach the peak first and blow the shofar,
preparing for a bloodbath. The demons,
already frightened by the trumpets, see
that the angels are not human-like,
and begin falling like flies.
Michael and Gabriel
execute all the Ectoplasm.
I see Michael staring into my face, longing
to understand the spirit in me. I snap to,
and I'm relieved that my dream
is a vision. The sky is not actually falling,
and I will not
be fed to the Big Bad Wolf.

© by DB Lindsey
11/23/2018
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Three Haiku

To commemorate the first measurable snow in Owosso, Michigan this season, I give you the haiku “Snowbound.”

Just an inch of snow  
Which melts unless Hell freezes
It lay until March




From Molly the Australian Shepherd, who rarely poses or smiles for a picture, she gives you her Halloween party haiku, “I Am Batman.”

I celebrate me
Passive Riddler and Joker
Under my control

Lastly, Molly gives you “Alpha.”

My canine nature
To either kill or love you
Life is not your own


"You are not your own. You were bought with a price.
So glorify God in your body" (1 Corinthians 6:19, 20).

© DB Lindsey
All rights reserved, 11/10/18