Christ's Enveloping Charity by Peter Menkin
Poem reflecting on gifts from Christ: "For God alone my soul in silence waits"
Today, Friday, I visited a woman in the health care unit of a retirement home. She asked me for a word, and I gave her these. I am thinking about them today: "For God alone my soul in silence waits;/from him comes my salvation..." (Psalm 62, BCP). The poem I post today is a personal statement about Christ and I hope has meaning for you as a believer, or if not a believer, gives you insight into the Psalm quotation noted above. It is here without changes after being posted on Frugal Poets writer's workshop. It received some nice remarks.
Christ's enveloping charity...
by Peter Menkin
With Christ,
Serenity.
With Christ,
Hope.
With Christ,
Charity.
There is faith,
Kindness.
There is love,
Knowing.
There is majesty
,Awe.
From Him,
Comfort.
From Him,
Gratefulness.
From Him,
Wisdom.
The serenityIs beyond knowing;
Great peace.
The hope,
Causes the heart to grow large;
Enveloping others.
The charity,
Is of a special kind;
In humility of the self.
In the kindness
There is love,
A knowing majesty
Of awe bringing Comfort, creating
Gratefulness that is itself
Wisdom.
These aphorisms come to mind,
As meditation leads to prayer,
And thanksgiving.
My heart is enlarged, it grows
With the humility of recognition
Of your enveloping charity
For mankind.
Audio reading of poem by the poet is here:
http://www.archive.org/details/ChristsEnvelopingCharityByPeterMenkin
Related Tags: gifts, christ, soul, silence, salvation, waiting
Peter Menkin, an aspiring poet, lives in Mill Valley, CA USA (north of San Francisco).
My blog:
http://www.petermenkin.blogspot.com
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