Imagine

a form of utopia
is always popular
or desired but

it can never be
real as its origin
is the human mind

it may be fun to read
about in a book or
make a great movie

but it will never
come true

because the highest
hopes of humanity
for humanity

will always be

less than the tiniest
hope we have in what
God has already done

in Christ risen our
blessed hope incarnate
anything less will end

in a dystopian future
for humanity they
couldn’t possibly

hope for or imagine

Time Will Tell

same breeze different day
same heat different summer
same vision different decade

time cannot alter God’s plans
or promises
time only makes God’s promises
come true

time is

another reminder of your love
for those who believe in you
another reminder of your love
for your church
another reminder of your love
for your people Israel

what is true and what is false
will be revealed by all the
promises of God in time

time will tell

Yesterday’s Poem

I looked just above
the tallest tree to see
if the clouds were moving

they are floating ever so
slowly to the west while
my thoughts drift along

with them looking forward
to the time when the Lord
returns

because we could meet the
Lord in clouds such as
these on a day like today

when yesterday’s poem
will have been the last one
I ever wrote

The Eyes Cannot

The path forward has disappeared
or so it seems. It is raining that hard.
And the trail that brought me here

is not the way back. Reason cannot
explain it. Intellect cannot understand it.
But Hurricane Delta will come and go.

Faith can see what the eyes cannot.

Faith keeps the fires of hope burning
when the cold hard truth is that
nothing will ever be the same again.

COVID came and is still here. And the
hurricanes have come one right after
the other. Both can destroy life.

We cannot see the end of COVID. Science
takes its best guess. A hurricane gust just
hit the house. Its end too is a best guess.

The eyes of hope still point to the
resurrection ahead. The meeting of the
dead and those living at Christ’s coming

in the clouds is well documented. When?
“Time unknown, but soon it will come,”
say the eyes of faith.

Don’t you see? The next COVID or the one
after that will not be for me. But the rain
will fall and the hurricane winds will blow.

But faith can see what the eyes cannot.