Showing posts with label Bible People poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bible People poem. Show all posts

Saturday, May 30, 2015

How to go through the eye of a need


Entering the Eye of the Needle
by Mary Harwell Sayler

In the middle of a haystack, strewn
not with straw, but the distractions
of health and wealth and power,
lies the tiny eye of the need.

How can a non-seeker see?

A prick locates the point
of discomfort, piercing
the soul – the needle
threaded, knotting
our need to
God.

©2015, 2014, Mary Harwell Sayler, all rights reserved. The poem originally appeared in the book of Bible-based poems, Outside Eden, published in 2014 by Kelsay Books.

Friday, December 5, 2014

Virgin Mary: Conceiving God’s Son


Conceptions
by Mary Harwell Sayler

"Rejoice," the angel said to me.
"The Lord is with you, blessed one."

Yet I wondered how that could be.
Could anyone conceive God's love,
much less His Son?

"Receive the power of
the Most High, Mary, for with God,
nothing is impossible."


Fear left me then on wings
until my spirit, soaring, sang,
expectantly awaiting anything –
conceivable or inconceivable –
the Lord would bring.


©2014, Mary Harwell Sayler, poet, writer, and lifelong lover of Christ, the Bible, and the church


Monday, November 4, 2013

Parable of the Sower: a prose poem


The Parable of the Sower
by Mary Harwell Sayler
Matthew 13:3-23; Mark 4:3-20; Luke 8:5-15

"A farmer went out to sow,"
and some say he was stupid or careless or wasteful with the seed, which he let fall all over the just and unjust. Some of the seeds clung like stick-tights – hitchhiker seeds that stuck tightly for centuries until inspiring Swiss naturalist George de Mestral to invent Velcro – sticky seeds that produced weeds like burdock known for medicinal purposes and sometimes purposely planted as a vegetable to be eaten or treated like the sunflower family to which burdock belongs.

"Some seed fell on hard ground" –
paths too often taken to be open to anything new. Some fell on stone, sliding off in rain or finding a crack to sink into then growing roots strong enough to split a rock, which is not easy. Some of the seeds settled into nestling soil so good for growing that thorns liked it, too, and rose up – tall, crowded, dense, and as overwhelming as fear or worry and as brightly colored as almost anything urgent. But some seeds found a fine place to light, take root, bear fruit, and feed you, me, the birds, and anyone else who’s hungry before sending out new seeds that the farmer went out to sow.


©2013, Mary Harwell Sayler, all rights reserved. Originally published in the Spring 2013 issue of Penwood Review, the poem also appears in Mary's book of Bible-based poetry, Outside Eden, published in 2014 by Kelsay Books.




Tuesday, June 4, 2013

The Book of Job and hard times


Following Job into Chapter Nine
by Mary Harwell Sayler

Who can be justified before God?
We ask a thousand times, but
who expects an answer?

Before we know it, mountains move.
The earth shakes out of shape.
Foundations shudder like dread-soaked
pillows tossing on our beds.

The sun does not come up. Stars fail
to light our corners. The very heavens stretch
in ways we cannot begin to understand.

If God comes near, we do not see.
If God passes by, we do not sense.
If God seizes us by force, do we say,
"Stop!" or recognize real reasons?

Tell me, how
can we give God good answers?

How will we state our case?

Even if we’re right, we wouldn't do it.
Even if we’re right, we’d rather beg, but
even if we want a response, how can we
ever believe
God
has actually answered?


©2013, Mary Harwell Sayler, all rights reserved. Poem originally published in 2011 online issue of Catholic Lane and later appears in Mary's book of Bible-based poetry, Outside Eden, published in 2014 by Kelsay Books.


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