Author: donaldlindsey

Lazarus’ Rumination

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So they gave a dinner for him there. Martha served, and Lazarus was one of those reclining with him at table. Mary therefore took a pound of expensive ointment made from pure nard, and anointed the feet of Jesus and wiped his feet with her hair.—John 12:2,3

We sing with joy my life anew with psalms,
With harp and lyre, with wine and simple fare.
The scent of nard intoxicates, embalms,
As Mary smears perfume upon her hair.
Then Shiloh settles, breathes a heavy sigh—
The breath which rules all things alive and dead.
Two types of life He gives before we die:
The faithful fear His might but never dread;
But hearts of stone and doom all fear demise.
So Judas counts pure nard his spoil to cheat,
To feed the poor, but Christ reveals all lies,
The least of which, the kiss of death’s deceit.
Henceforth, He alters lawful covenant;
Implants new limbs and saves Israel’s remnant.

— D. B. Lindsey

© 15 June 2011

And he came up to Jesus at once and said, “Greetings, Rabbi!” And he kissed him.—Matthew 26:49

Sunny’s Lament

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Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have
Immortal longings in me . . . .—William Shakespeare

Before I place the asp upon my breast,
My God, before I pull the trigger back…
I have a song to sing that suites me best:
The pain I dish today is black on black
And brings a dreadful new beginning now,
For who can stand before the throne and plead
With “guilty” written boldly on her brow?
My note’s complete, I ask for one last deed:
That family watch my children every day,
Just like they have while I’ve been bare and numb,
Laid waste by Beelzebub—a devilish way
To leave this world, and yet I have his gun…
I’ll take the wings of morning, Lord, I plead,
For even deep below Your hand shall lead.†

†Sunny left her Bible open to Psalm 139 before she took her own life: 

If I take the wings of the morning
And dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
Even there your hand shall lead me (Psalm 139:9, 10.

Shaking the Dust

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“Long is the way / And hard, that out of Hell leads up to Light”—John Milton, Paradise Lost

 (For Tracie Pratt)

Today she celebrates the Savior’s birth,

Worships the light, in fullness yet unseen.

But errant hearts distort the light of earth.

Again they scourge the Son of Man, her King.

While season’s clamor muffles Christendom,

Impious hearts embrace the wintry frost,

The ones for whom rebirth may never come.

Then Advent passes, notwithstanding cost.

She seeks the strength to speak the boldest truth,

Then shakes the dust, withdraws and moves along.

The burden Jesus takes, and now is gone.

Henceforth, she judges not and speaks in love:

His saving graces descending like a dove.

DB Lindsey Jr

25 December 2005