God's love

Today, I'd just like to offer my photo (stretched for effect) and some lyrics from The Love Of God by MercyMe

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Could we with ink the ocean fil

And were the skies of parchment made

Were every stalk on earth a quill

And every man a scribe by trade

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To write the love of God above

Would drain the ocean dry

Nor could the scroll contain the whole

Though stretched from sky to sky

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If you've never heard the song, here is a link to a YouTube video. It is a three minutes and thirty-three seconds well spent.

another floral tragedy

Did you like my tragic flower poem? I have another:

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I'm so glad, but not from brandy.

See the lion, oh so dandy,

most unwelcome on my landy,

torn from earth, and in my handy!

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© Craver Vii, 2009

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I'm guessing that there could be a book deal in dead flower poems, what do you think? ;-)

changing of the guard

Behold the fragile yellow calyx,

Its windswept sepals barely surviving,

Grasping clumsily to a brave flower's fading dignity.

Raindrops, like medals adorn a proud warrior's chest.

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The same mulch patch yields younger soldiers,

Standing strong, though less mature.

Unacquainted with the storm,

Boldly, they post their colors.

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Youthful sentries, the rains shall visit you as well.

Honor the memory of your predecessors.

Lift high your banner, your legacy.

Old soldier, I will remember you.

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© Craver Vii, 2009

Sky Watch Friday!

Good Friday

[It was tough to think of something appropriate for Good Friday, but I like this stark image of a rough, barren tree. Though I don't usually write poems, it seemed a good time to give it a try.]

The city's cool evening air carries the blend Of frankincense from the temple And some 250,000 passover meals.

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A myriad of souls in this great town are blind and deaf to The events unfolding before them Despite a quarter-million clues.

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The sons of men can hardly imagine The begotten Son's anguish, But His Father is aware.

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One solitary drop splashes Upon an oblivious soil which absorbs it. Was it sweat or tear or even blood?

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And so begins the great exchange And all heaven leans forward Anxious and ready to intervene,

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But the Unblemished Lamb Yields with perfect submission To the Father's great plan.

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Sky Watch Friday! photo taken by my wife, Mrs. Craver.