Who Was Jesus?

Who Was Jesus?

 I’ve had to read (and, rightly so),

In history (what do we know),
Of Jesus, did he walk on earth?
From skeptics of a virgin birth.

 They question variated word,

Of Gospels, and the tales we’ve heard,
Decrying its veracity.
All claims in historicity?

The methods are empirical,

To strip away the miracle,
And, in this search there is a plan,
Jesus, like us is just a man.

Yet, once I’d read their hardened stance,

I think about my second chance,
I tried life by myself, you see,
It’s Christ who gave me victory!

We read once more the Gospel view,

About the Son of God they knew,
From cross, to grave; who then was raised,
From fear to faith Disciples praised!

Yes, this is He the Christ I’ve known,

Who tears me from my comfort zone,
Now, as He loved; so I must love,
And, ever praise my God above!

Peter Lowell Paulson

February 15 2016

I Found an Angel

I Found and Angel

In dark of morning; pillowed head,

I find an angel in my bed,

Across the silken sea she slips,        

Caressing tender fingertips.

No words expressed in moment’s held,

As wedded hands begin to meld,

Remembered you in bridal dress,

You said, “I do”; my mind said, “Yes!”

And, I, “I do”, “I do”, “I do”,

Nobody else, but only you,

And, for today no trial I’ll dread,

I found an angel in my bed!

Peter Lowell Paulson

February 11, 2016

Morning's Sunrise

Sunrise

With racing and exultant heart,

Extravagant! At daybreak's start-

Upon the glassy water wed,

The heaven's mirror'd morning red!

Oh, share with me as you and I-

Subsume each color from the sky,

And, stroll once more upon the sand,

Enjoy each moment hand in hand!

Peter Lowell Paulson

January 27, 2016

  

The Snowbound Wren

The Snowbound Wren

White frigid puffs the snowbound wren,

Suffused within her winter glen,

Mere bits of bud on twig she'll stand,

Purview her glist'ning wonderland.

Safe harbors of the distant spring,

No bounteous breakfast offering,

One moment's rest in winter'd tree,

Then into morning's forage flee.

And, here by hearth the fire warm,

I gaze all safe from winter storm,

Such beauty since I don't know when,

Perchance to spy the snowbound wren!

Peter Lowell Paulson

January 21, 2016

Kids

Kids

Every day,

Kids drive you crazy,

Crazy good,

Crazy nuts,

Where would I be without,

Crazy,

Every day,

Kids are needy,

Warm milk in the morning,

Two books at night,

Where would I be without,

Needy,

Every day,

Kids get me laughing,

Over silly things,

Out of the bluest, blue…

Where would I be without,

Your laughter,

Every day,

Kids are so loving,

Drawings from school,

Hugs on the couch,

Where, dear God,

Oh, where would I be without,

Your loving!

Peter Lowell Paulson

January 17, 2016

Some Philosophers

Some Philosophers

So limited perspective man,

Upon the earth so as he claws,

To grasp within the mind of him,

What Heaven and its light it draws.

So lofty and so arrogant,

With logic; self-inflated laud,

A crippl'ng, saddened point of view,

Ensnares him from the mind of God!

Peter Lowell Paulson

December 31, 2015

A Manger and a Star

A Manger and a Star

A manger and a star one night in tiny Bethlehem,

Brought forth a weary couple, and a babe was born to them,

How could they know the babe was born for all; not just for some,

As prophets said in days of old into this world he'd come.

Amid the ordered chaos man would search with eyes and ears,

But, now God sent his only son to rend the veil of tears,

To rid us all from earthly woe; he would bear every scar,

Rejoined with us this very night; a manger and a star.

Oh now, Dear One, your life begins on lowly manger hay,

The star still guides all wise men on each Holy, Christmas day,

This joy for each and every one; in nation near and far,

All hope and love revealed within a manger and a star!

Peter Lowell Paulson

December 24, 2015