Sunday, October 25, 2009

Autumn Leaves 10-25-09

How do those leaves expose bright, vivid colors -
that are seen throughout autumn's day,
when those same leaves in the darkness of night
are simply a cold shade of gray?

The works of the flesh are futile and worthless -
when cloaked in the darkness of sin.
Only grace proves God's light is so brilliant -
and faithfully shines truth within.

So even the greatest of all Christian trees
can't be proud of colorful deed -
but humbly drop several acorns around
faithfully planting the seed.

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Isaiah 66:2 (NASB)
"For My hand made all these things,Thus all these things came into being," declares the LORD "But to this one I will look,To him who is humble and contrite of spirit, and who trembles at My word."

Monday, October 19, 2009

The Moral Compass 10-21-09



Have they been long forgotten,
as trials trouble so,
the morals from the stories learned
so many years ago?

Points, that moral compass, where?
In circles, does it turn?
When lost deep in the wilderness -
do hearts sincerely yearn?

Follow, do we, others' paths
to North, East, South or West -
or any other 'rabbit' trails?
What waters do we test?

Is morality of value -
when values others form?
What forms the lawful ethic then -
from those who aren't reformed?

'Woe is me' when troubled from
corruption's planted seed -
and bountiful afflictions come
from harvesting the greed.

Economies will all collapse
and drive us far apart -
when money is the real love
that's locked within our heart.

Oh, man still harbors evil.
Respect is all but dead.
The young, the old, the least of these -
can see their lot ahead.

Yet God's Word sets a standard,
from wisdom's tested past -
and only if we follow Him,
will peace forever last.

Hold, if we, that truer love
and do what we were taught -
would people ever think to steal,
or have an evil thought?

What if no one ever killed,
and no one ever lied?
The way, the truth and the life -
It opens eyes so wide.

What have I in my goblet?
What have I in my flask?
What do I treasure in my cup,
it's me that I must ask.

Seek, I must, humility
and drop my royal cup -
for the moral of this poem is -
the compass points straight up.

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http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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John 14:6 (NASB) Jesus said to him, "I am the way, and the truth, and the life; no one comes to the Father but through Me."

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Cricket Wisdom 10-14-09



No one seemed to care for me,
I had no great demand.
As tears were pouring down my cheeks,
did no one understand?

A cricket jumped in front of me,
so I took it to task.
"Be treated fair" is what I said,
Was that too much to ask?

Did my friends all turn away?
Had they done what they ought?
Oh, I had done so much for them -
but it was all for naught.

I asked and asked and asked for help.
I searched, that there might be -
just two small words of wisdom -
yet no one answered me.

Even God won't answer me -
oh, don't you understand?
I felt that I was sinking fast -
grasped in life's quick sand.

That cricket sat there patiently.
It hadn't any words.
Its chirping - simply worthless,
its wisdom for the birds.

Yet still it sat in front of me -
I wished that I was dead...
But then I stopped my talking and,
"I'm listening," it said.

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http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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Deuteronomy 28:41-50 (NASB)
41 "You shall have sons and daughters but they will not be yours, for they will go into captivity.
42 "The cricket shall possess all your trees and the produce of your ground.
43 "The alien who is among you shall rise above you higher and higher, but you will go down lower and lower.
44 "He shall lend to you, but you will not lend to him; he shall be the head, and you will be the tail.
45 "So all these curses shall come on you and pursue you and overtake you until you are destroyed, because you would not obey the LORD your God by keeping His commandments and His statutes which He commanded you.
46 "They shall become a sign and a wonder on you and your descendants forever.
47 "Because you did not serve the LORD your God with joy and a glad heart, for the abundance of all things;
48 therefore you shall serve your enemies whom the LORD will send against you, in hunger, in thirst, in nakedness, and in the lack of all things; and He will put an iron yoke on your neck until He has destroyed you.
49 "The LORD will bring a nation against you from afar, from the end of the earth, as the eagle swoops down, a nation whose language you shall not understand,
50 a nation of fierce countenance who will have no respect for the old, nor show favor to the young.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Grandma's Place 10-11-09



I sat there on those weathered boards
as 'welcome chimes' would ring -
Yes, grandma's place was special on
her old porch swing.

Her dinners were delicious,
her cookies she would bring,
as rich aromas found me on
her old porch swing.

At times the wooden seat was damp.
The morning dew would cling -
but I just had to sit there on
her old porch swing.

The chains, stressed on occasion,
that held a many thing.
Sat, all her friends and fam'ly, on
her old porch swing.

Served well those rusty bolts.
Though not for queen or king,
but all the folk were welcomed on
her old porch swing.

The conversations several -
the arm rest, everything -
as we discussed my problems on
her old porch swing.

Nothing makes my heart so glad
and nothing makes it sing,
until I think of grandma on
her old porch swing.

Many years have long since passed.
To memories, I will cling -
those days I sat with grandma on
her old porch swing.

The workers razed the homestead -
In fear, the birds took wing,
but always in my memory is -
her old porch swing.

Some say it wasn't special,
nor good for anything -
yet that's where I found Jesus - on
her old porch swing.

©2009 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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Monday, October 5, 2009

The Memory Train 10-5-09


Break out from the darkness. Come with me and get lost -
back in memories, in days of cold and snow -
where freezing winds whistled - but love warmed us all,
in treasured trust, around the wood stove, those many years ago.

I remember nursery rhymes and childhood games - firm discipline -
and shaking the strong rough hand of the working preacher.
I remember the new shiny shoes, new suit and a thin bow tie -
on my first day of school with flowers, and respect - for the teacher.

Remember spring rains and warm summer breezes, puffy white clouds
and scary dark ones? Bright flashes of lightning out the windows, we'd look.
And then the roar of thunder shortly followed so very loud.
Hiding under covers, I cowered in darkness - when the whole house shook.

And when a lie was told, the taste of soap-
Mama and me at the basement sink.
Respect for authority, lesson learned,
as she saved me deep from the shadowed brink.

We learned respect for others
in those good old days -
with love expressed so humbly,
in many, many ways.

Presents wrapped in color with paper's love,
to stay unopened under the lit Christmas tree -
not to be touched until that sacred time -
as excitement grew in our whole family, and me.

Though suspense held us captive,
and time seemed to freeze - and stand so still -
never moving - as a train at a station.
There we waited, and waited - and waited, for the thrill.

Oh, that bitter and horrible word 'patience' -
when focused on 'self' - was the most difficult thing to learn.
No minute rolls, microwaves, fast foods or drive-ups -
but that difficult place strengthened us – where we should return.

Barefoot and poor, I did not expect very much.
But after the suspense and curiosity, beneath the wrapping and bow -
came the excitement of unwrapping a custom gift so discovered.
I'd let out a pressure of steam with a sigh, as I heard a distant whistle blow.

Mostly, I learned to love – a peaceful love for others,
Gifts not made overseas and bought from a stores, I remember.
We learned a homemade joy - made with our very own hands -
that gave us each a lifetime of keepsakes to treasure.

Not instant self-gratification and self-indulgence which holds for a time,
a very, very short time as mere pleasure in the day -
but then is thrown in the trash to be burned with fire -
to perish - where so many good truths, wisdoms and customs, also decay.

Today, broken are plastic parts from an assembly line -
that work for a time and were made for 'whomever'.
Where presents with parts, sometimes numerous, break and vanish -
disappearing from our memories - lost and forgotten, forever.

For many, those days of old are not to be remembered -
for they are just plain, downright rotten.
Pain and sorrow, loneliness and hurt, emptiness and anger –
that darken our character, are oftentimes best forgotten.

And just as darkness can never be removed from the shadow -
no dark soul can run from its past.
They cannot separate darkness from their shadow a mere inch -
though running from that shadow of death, no matter how far, no matter how fast.

And from generation to generation, the darkness from sins shadows,
continue to follow, at every breath and gasp -
for those who will never, ever change -
nor escape its final grasp.

We weep and shed our tears for others -
as love abounds - for indeed God first loved us.
So too, we love others. Yet truth hurts,
so we cry too, in love, just as our Savior did - Jesus.

Thanks to our great culture, and the character
and the teaching of a many great men -
who cared strongly and who loved deeply, and with God's grace so abundant,
we do escape those shadows, as faith leads us into light once again.

Where love [for family, friends and neighbors, and respect for neighborhoods,
for government, and church, and God - by every man and wife] -
exceed power and money, [stock markets, retirement plans, portfolio's, lotto's, gambling, pleasure, and self] - there is life, and it's a good life.

My grandfather and my grandmother, my aunts and uncles,
my father and mother, my sisters and brothers, who cared completely,
as a firm unit, as a golden chain,
tightly and closely linked together, gave me.

So now as I think back - every tear that I shed,
is not from the sorrow, nor of the shame,
nor of any guilt - but rather thoughts
of great times - from whence we came.

So we remember well - our treasures, our thoughts, our friends -
of yesteryear. Those ties that bind -
and are never loosed, never lost, never taken -
but freely given to each other, in kind.

The tickets are free and plentiful. Jump aboard!
Remember the good times - and not the filth and grime.
The whistle blows again, at the hard, cold track of time.
Friction forgives as wheels spin, and this is the last time - the very last time.

Gone forever, the guilt of mistakes made -
for grace holds forgiveness with heavy nails,
for a humble creation with box cars of good fruit,
in the straight and narrow of those faithful rails.

Oh, 'father time' is stubborn. He doesn't wait.
It's his train and he decides when it leaves the station.
The wheels spin and spin, faster and faster -
the engine chugs and puffs, toward the colorful setting of the sun.

Many blackened souls are lost, just as dollars slip through fingers.
They continue to stand by, lingering in the shadows.
They watch as the train begins to leave the station - unable to repent, or forgive.
Pride holds fast throughout eternity. Many can only listen as the whistle blows.

'Father time' carries us, you and I on this train.
Our memories of each other don't flow through our fingers.
Oh no. Memories may fade but we fold our hands, thankful for each special time -
those joyous, precious memories, not forgotten, but remembered - lingers.

And we smile -
as we travel with Jesus -
with great respect for our Engineer.
Who will jump on board with us?

Respect time. Come out from the shadows now!
Come back to a culture long ago forgotten. Do not let yourself be bound.
Come with me and get lost - on the memory train - to remember together,
another time and place, love in grace, peace and harmony - forever found -

by the Engineer,
our precious Lord,
we welcome you...
All aboard!

©2009 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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Ecclesiastes 12:1 (NASB)
Remember God in Your Youth
"Remember also your Creator in the days of your youth, before the evil days come and the years draw near when you will say, "I have no delight in them"