biblical poetry
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The Red Heifer, the Rock, the Bronze Serpent, Jephthah, the Star, and Messiah
Torah: Numbers 19:1-25:9Haftarah: Judges 11:1-33Micah 5:7(6)-6:8 I am resuming my series on Messiah in the Parsha again. We’re going to see this year’s reading calendar through, so hang on. Long ago, the Jewish sages created reading calendars to be read… Continue reading
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Learning to Love: Day 19
For those of you curious about my series on the parsha, I am still continuing it when the reposting of my Learning to Love series is complete. Lord willing, I will be caught up on the parsha by then too.… Continue reading
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Learning to Love: Day 18
The Guitar I have a set of stringsThat I pick and play along,And if I pick and play along enoughIt turns into a song. I have a melody at heartThat molds into my hand.I read the notes across the pageUpon… Continue reading
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Learning to Love: Day 17
Dreams Daydreams never grow oldNo matter how many times toldFrom generation to generationThrough stories of the ideal.I’m waiting for its incarnationSo my dreams can become real,But if there be no good in themIn the end God can see,Then let them… Continue reading
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Learning to Love: Day 16:
Easter I saw myselfUgly, bleeding, upward pleading,Finding no reply–No comfort, no rescue, left to die.I looked again and it was Him.So when I kneel before the throneThe Father looks at meAnd sees HimWho paid sin’s debt for me. Love has… Continue reading
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Learning to Love: Day 13
Pilgrimage Archaeology He dug in the earth; troweled, plowedAnd troweled until the earth turned raw, hot,Until the ground grew red and growled,Disturbed ’til he found what he sought. He dug ’til his eyes turned stone-dry,His own hands chapped and cracked… Continue reading
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Learning to Love: Day 12
When You Seek God When you seek God with your whole heartFor what you want to know,He gives no stone in place of bread.What you ask, He will show.Do not inquire of rocks for help.They are not self-aware.Do not consult… Continue reading
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Learning to Love: Day 11
Constancy and Change When the sun’s fire pounds on the earthThen rises back from the roadAs I wipe sweat from my brow, When the cicadas play their fiddlesIn the dewy grassAfter dusk has arrived,I seek You.When the sand squirms between… Continue reading


