A Moment of Reflection
Welcome to my poetry showcase. Here, you'll find simple and experimental verses crafted with the intent to inspire reflection and a deeper consideration of life. I hope you enjoy this glimpse into my thoughts, experiences, and feelings. Thank you for visiting Rodney's Musings.
Experimental verses
As I navigate the world of poetry, my work is simple and experimental. I pour my thoughts, experiences, and feelings into each verse, striving to express myself as authentically as possible. While I'm still learning and growing, I hope you find something meaningful in these humble beginnings.
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Some of my poetry:
His name is Jesus
Mary, His mother; Mary Magdeline; Mary, the mother of Zebediah’s children
And the other women
Witnessed, horrified at the harm, pain, dishonor,
contempt inflicted upon their Lord
Helpless, the women could do nothing
Beseech and implore, begging for mercy for Him
Defenseless and weak, they could do nothing
They whipped Him, cutting deep gouges into His flesh
He expressed nothing in his own defense
Precious, Godly blood pooled in the dust, at His feet
The abuse and violence did not cease
Witnessed, horrified at the harm, pain, dishonor, contempt inflicted upon their Lord
Helpless, the women could do nothing
Beseech and implore, begging for mercy for Him
Defenseless and weak, they could do nothing
The Jews forced Him to stand in judgement in front of Pilate
“Art thou the King of the Jews?”
“My kingdom is not of this World”
Violent; angry; hostile and afraid
The Jews were very afraid
They demanded his death
“I find in him no fault at all”
Even louder, more furious, viciously demanding His demise
“He must die”
“Release Barabbas”, prisoner and murderer
Pilate called for water; he washed his hands in front of the crowd
“I am innocent of the blood of this Just Person”
“Crucify him! Crucify him!”
Witnessed, horrified at the harm, pain, dishonor, contempt inflicted upon their Lord
Helpless, the women could do nothing
Beseech and implore, begging for mercy for Him
Defenseless and weak, they could do nothing
They condemned him to death
He must carry his own cross
Simon of Cyrene, forced to carry the cross, after even He, Mary’s Son, could no longer hold and sustain this great burden
Witnessed, horrified at the harm, pain, dishonor, contempt inflicted upon their Lord
Helpless, the women could do nothing
Beseech and implore, begging for mercy for Him
Defenseless and weak, they could do nothing
Spikes, grueling and harsh, violently piercing, tearing, nailed through his hands and wrists
Spikes, grueling and harsh, violently piercing, tearing, nailed through his feet
The women, the faithful loving devote women, stood together, alone, at the cross, at his feet at the cross
Precious, Godly blood pooled on the filthy ground, at their feet
The women wept
The disciples, even Peter (“I will lay down my life for thy sake”) (“I know not the man”), terrified and ashamed, fled
The disciples left Him at His most desperate and darkest hour
The women, bravely, devoutly, faithful remain by His side
Witnessed, horrified at the harm, pain, dishonor, contempt inflicted upon their Lord
Helpless, the women could do nothing
Beseech and implore, begging for mercy for Him
Defenseless and weak, they could do nothing
“Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do”
“Truly, I say to you, today you will be with me in Paradise”
“Woman, behold your son. Son, behold your mother”
“My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?”
“I thirst”
“It is finished”
“For into your hands I commit my Spirit”
And, again, these women stood with Him, by His side, in the end
Three days after He was crucified
The women rushed to the garden of His tomb
To administer to their Lord, their Master
Crying uncontrollably, she said, “They have taken away my Lord out of the sepulcher, and we know not where they have laid him”
She begged, “Tell me where thou hast laid Him, and I will take him away”
In bottomless, abysmal, unending sorrow she pleaded, “Tell me where they have laid Him”
The boulder was already rolled aside
The tomb was empty; His body was gone
The linen, His linen at His place left on the stone
Empty, hollow and lonely
Shock; Horror; Grief; Heartache; Lamenting
Crying uncontrollably, she said, “They have taken away my Lord out of the sepulcher, and we know not where they have laid him”
She begged, “Tell me where thou hast laid Him, and I will take him away”
In bottomless, abysmal, unending sorrow she pleaded, “Tell me where they have laid Him”
Angels stood dutifully at the head and foot
of His place on the stone, in the empty tomb
The angel spoke to Mary, “Whom seekest thou?”
“Why seek thee living amongst the dead? He is not here; but is risen”
Mary felt Anguish; Anger; Hopelessness; Regret
“Woman, why weepiest thou? Whom seekest thou?”
Supposing that she addressed the Gardner
She was crying uncontrollably, she said, “They have taken away my Lord out of the sepulcher, and we know not where they have laid him”
She begged, “Tell me where thou hast laid Him, and I will take him away”
In bottomless, abysmal, unending sorrow she pleaded, “Tell me where they have laid Him”
“Mary”
The familiar, soothing, soft voice, the tender accent and tone eased her tears.
She turned and saw her Lord.
Reached out her arms to embrace Him,
“My beloved Master”.
“Touch me not; for I am not yet ascended to my Father,”
“but go to my brethren, and say unto them, I ascend unto my Father, and your Father; and to my God, and your God.”
These brave women were faithful at his side at the end of his mortal life; Mary Magdeline, a woman, was the first to see and to address her resurrected Lord
An Old Friend
She picked out the perfect ring
They were joyful and blissful at the start
Not sure what life would bring
Both thought they had a solid union
Only time would tell how life might test them
She had her fears
Wanted, wished, hoped and prayed, but
Too polite to voice how her soul honestly felt
To voice to those close, how she hurt
To civil to “rock the boat”
She thought she might run
Time passed
Blind with love or desire or dread
Still not certain what true commitment really implied
Too young to understand what true love really meant
She thought of an old friend
The Test had begun
Their Test had begun
She said she loved him
That was the truth
That had always been the truth
Still,
Months before the end
She sought out an old friend
She thought she would leave
And Run
A letter arrived
He worked long hours, was tired
Their children arrived
She was exhausted
The friend phoned while he was gone
To his commitment and his job to keep the family going
He did not know
That she wanted her old boyfriend
That she wanted to run
With each call, the abyss expanded
Her old boyfriend, hym, beloved
Too busy at work, too distracted to see
She was drifting out to sea
She was rowing, expressly
Towards the island, towards hym
He did not know
She decided to run
Reach out to touch her
No
Frustration and anger
“Can we talk about it?”
No
Fear, aggravation, exasperation, disappointment
Self-loathing, enragement
She decided to run
“Always been the truth”
No longer
“Solid union”
Dissolved, she trashed it, unknown to him, months ago
Her continuous lies about hym,
Daily
Her “true commitment”
To “survive”, she had to run
That she had to run
He brought the letter to her
Return address
From hym
“I want a divorce”
Clear, glass dining room table
Their dining room table
Their kid’s toys on the carpet on the floor
Return address
From hym
“I want a divorce”
Devastated, blind-sided
Return address
From hym
“I want a divorce”
He now knew
She did run
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