Category Archives: Poetry

Fisticuffs

Poetry

He shows up on my doorstep
Shrouded in his pain
Shedding tears and wondering
At all the vicious things
He reads #metoo
He cares for two
Daily whose
Needs aren’t few
Exhausted
He turns
The gun
On
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Copyright 2017.   L. L. Shelton.

Simple Immigration

Poetry

What if, in God’s economy, America’s existence is simply to illustrate further that there is no way to live peacefully on this earth apart from an adherence to Biblical Theology; and that because there will never be one hundred percent conformance to Biblical Theology on this earth, we are destined to be a world of war, poverty, and discontent?

What if we, who do comply to the best of our abilities to Biblical Theology, were to simply embrace this notion and each other and move about through this world sowing authentic love in the Spirit of Christ; while patiently waiting for his return? For Him to set all to right?

I know, according to Biblical Theology, that we have a responsibility to be good stewards of the gifts we have received and to be sharers. I know that America is a gift in the sense that we are enabled to worship here- free from persecution for our beliefs; and I do wish to cherish and protect this gift, and to share it with others, as this is loving.

Shouldn’t we be able to both protect and share in a manner that is loving? All of God’s stipulations for us are summed up in one commandment:  Love God.  And the second is like the first, in other words, if we are doing the first it will follow that we will be doing the second; we will love ourselves in the same manner that God loves us and we will love everyone else that way too! Those who love God follow His commandments.

And what is love? Love is sacrifice.  This is how we know what love is:  Jesus Christ laid down His life for us.

Copyright 2016. L. L. Shelton.

Meeting With A Saint

Poetry

I was maybe ten

She was wrinkled and I thought old
but I had not considered God

Her eyes twinkled behind her silver-rimmed spectacles

Was she Mrs. Claus when she wasn’t doing her missionary duty

Her hand was warm and strong

I read her books borrowed from our church library

I instinctively loved her

I was so proud to meet her

To know that she was truly real

I tucked her into my own hiding place

And knew that she would be there
if ever I would need her

Copyright 2017. L.L. Shelton