Peter Lilly: Poems

Abba father May I not be yet, Clay that has been cast and set. But in humble recognition Of my nature fallible, May I remain childlike And in your hands malleable. May I bow before you In broken dependence, Salvaged by your Unreachable transcendence, Which stretched the distance From holiness to degradation To plant inside flesh The seed of salvation: The very will of God, Who chose as his raiment to endure Rejection humiliation and harrowing slaughter, to procure That which humanity Alone could never reach, As the stains of our folly The blood of Jesus did bleach. May I never fall For any idol of allure, But remain in a garment Cleansed and pure. Lord, bid every facet Of my heart to stay in your hands only, With which you forged night and day, And keep me forever pliant As the potter's unfired clay. Mark 10:13-16; 1 John 2:1-16. SPOILER ALE...

The following is a poetic reflection on the Lord's Prayer... Father, Remove the weights that pull our eyes to ground so that we may begin with you, our all. In Heaven, Up: out of the minds reach, above all it is that may come between persons created for your unity. Your name, is so much more important than our names, even its sound is righteousness and light, may we not cheapen it with venal voices. Your rule, here it should be as tangible as there, equip and anoint us, so that we may be your ambassadors. My needs are simple, but as the affluent west cracks and splinters We trust you to feed your feeble servants. Forgiveness: The essence of salvation the only way for us broken pieces to retain heart and continue breathing. Enable it in us to forgive as radically as the pain pierced man of innocent service and ultimate authority. ...