Monday, May 20, 2013
Philip C. Kolin
In a recent interview he said, "In many ways, my poetry marks my own spiritual autobiography, my encounters with God on the peaks, the plateaus, and the deep valleys." He is the founding editor of the Christian poetry journal Vineyards.
Read my review for Ruminate of Reading God's Handwriting here.
It's the love affair
between your soul and God's will,
the unflickering oil in your lamp
waiting for the bridegroom
to arrive after so many dark midnights,
listening for his footsteps.
It's looking for pearls,
a missing drachma,
that stray sheep who's wandered off
beyond the pasture.
It's planting a mustard seed in the deep
valley that grows trees towering
over montains to provide
a sanctuary for doves.
It's the joyous breaking of
bread and finding a star inside
and the martyr's kiss
imprinted on the chalice.
It's sprinkling blood on your doorposts
with holy writing embedded in the frame.
It's God's spirit healing your withered flesh.
It's finding your name in His blazing
Book of Life.
Posted with permission of the poet.
Entry written by D.S. Martin. He is the award-winning author of the poetry collections Poiema (Wipf & Stock) and So The Moon Would Not Be Swallowed (Rubicon Press). They are both available at: www.dsmartin.ca