GarThoma

Contemplative Pentecostal

Beatitudes: A Poetic Expression

Let the blessing of God be our fashion.

Clothed in poverty;
We wear mourning
And meekness;

Covered in hunger
We wear thirst,
Mercy and purity of heart.
Covered in these we will see God.

May peace be the vesture on our heart
While persecution covers our body.

Let this be our apparel;
For it is the very kingdom of God.

A Word In Season

“Set a guard over my mouth, LORD;
keep watch over the door of my lips.”
Ps 141:3

Inspired by this scripture, I wrote the following prayer and the haiku that follows it…

My lips are a door;
The words I speak today
Will exit my soul and find
Place in soil of another soul.

May they be words of life;
Like a breath of air to the
Dying soul. Like healing
Balm to the wounded heart.

Like bread to the hungry one
Providing strength for their
Way. To the one whose way

Is death, they will be bitter;
To the one whose way is life,
They will be sweet.

To the one who feels hopeless
Let them bring hope; to the
One who is comforted by sin,
Let them bring conviction.

To the one who is lost, let them
Give direction; may they be light
On the dark path. To the one
Whose heart has grown hard

Let them bring warmth to soften.
Oh Lord, let my words be your
Words today; for you know the
Heart of every living creature

And you know the words they
Need to hear. I ask, this day,
For you to give me a Word in season.
Amen

Your lips are a door
Opening into my soul
So speak words of life

My Credo

I believe that the realization of my death ought always be kept before my eyes.

I believe that the arts are indispensable to the full appreciation of life,

I believe there are lots of good books to read,
But only a few should be read more than once.

I believe I should listen more than I speak.
Silence and solitude are necessary to sanity.

I believe the present has not necessarily improved upon the past;
So l take particular note of history.

I believe I need a spiritual companion for guidance along the way.
I cannot dispense with the church, I need the body of Christ;
There are no Lone Ranger Christians.

I believe scripture reading and prayer are to the soul as food and water to the body.

I believe there is a real heaven and a real hell.
I believe that Satan is a real evil presence;
That he is, indeed a foe, but an ultimately defeated foe
Because of the work of Christ on the cross.

I believe that my battle in life it’s not against other people
But against the demonic world system,
My own selfish flesh and the devil.

I believe that Jesus died for all the human race,
He lives to bring abundant life;
His grace is real and transforming.

I believe Christ is the origin of my life;
When I see him face-to-face I will see my true self.

This I believe.

Morning Prayer

Dear God,

Today I arise with
The sun to declare
Your faithfulness.

I will serve you in the Spirit,
Bring attention to Christ
And take no confidence
In my flesh.

Father, this day, I look to you
As my sufficiency
In all things.

In Christ’s Name,
Amen

Couch Mystic

Benedict is at the front door welcoming guests;
Francis is in the garden preaching to the birds.

Teresa is descending the stairs from the attic;
Ignatius is doing exercises on the living room floor.

I’m sitting on the couch watching a reality TV show.
It’s the one where people are left

To live alone in a cave in the middle of the desert;
They must survive only on prayer and meditation.

Ordinary Time

Praise the Lord with the mown lawn; dishes dried and put away.

Praise the Lord with the made bed;
Clothes folded, neatly placed in drawers.

Praise the Lord with the daily commute; parked car, clean desk.

Praise the Lord with the swept floor; the dog fed and watered.

Praise the Lord with a good night’s rest; prayers prayed- day well spent.

A Body You Have Prepared For Me

My Lord and my God,
I am a victory you have won in woundedness;
I am a life redeemed by death.

I am raw material transformed by incarnation; a soul made new by resurrection.

A body You have prepared for me;
Make it Yours;
I give my all to you in sacrificial love for the good of this world.

Through me Your breath flows out into the atmosphere.

Through my lips, speak forth words of life;
Sing salvation’s song,
To make dry bones live.

With my feet walk toward those in need of salvation.
Through me serve the broken and poor;
Heal the hurting and lame.

You, Lord Jesus, have already given your all for me, how can my response be any different?

I only ask for your grace.

Website for my artwork…

Let us pause for a little self-promotion…

I am a poet and writer; I post my poetry and writing here on this blog.

I am also a visual artist; printmaker, illustrator, painter… I post these things on my artist website. You can check out that work here: garthoma.com.

About

This is the life you’ve
Been living – the one
Where you get up

Every morning, shower,
Eat your breakfast and
Drive ten miles to sit

Behind a desk dividing
The beans into their
Various kinds so

That they can be properly
Distinguished by the ones
Who care; those who are

Amused by such things.
It’s something to do, you
Tell yourself; it pays the

Bills. All the while you’re
Looking sideways at the
Shadowy figure who stands

Over by that dark window-
The one you’ve been trying
To peer into for years.

Somehow you know, over
There; on the other side of
That glass you’ll finally

Understand what it’s
All
Been
About.

Calm

“But I have calmed and quieted my soul, like a weaned child with its mother; like a weaned child is my soul within me.” Ps. 131:2

The butterfly dances
Upon the air just
Above the earth;

The willow quietly
Awaits the wind;
The corn stalks stand

At attention and
The water droplet
Sits on the edge

Of a blade of grass
Reflecting the passing
Cars. It is suitable

Surrounding for the
Soul to listen. A wicker
Chair, a cup of coffee

Are tools for hearing.
With pen in hand I
Await to siphon the

Spirit’s song; I’ll sing
It throughout the day.
In terrible circumstances

Or in joy– doesn’t matter,
I have calmed and
Quieted my soul.