Category Archives: Poetry

On Art

As a favorite philosopher/theologian Francis Schaeffer stated quite appropriately in his thesis, How Should We Then Live, art  is merely the expression of a man’s mind.  I’ve spent many years processing this idea imparted to me by Dr. Schaeffer.  I knew I agreed with him from the moment I heard him utter it, but I think I knew there was more that needed to be said.

The true artist is of either the most courageous among us or the genuinely nonchalant; for he dares to create something abiding which will outlast his own existence here.  He is a person of conviction who boldly believes in his right and ability to impress on his own generation and on the ones to come his thoughts, his experience, or he is oblivious to his own place- maybe to his own identity, and in a whirlwind of reactivity leaves a piece of himself behind.

The importance of art certainly can not be overstated as it is of a permanence our physical bodies do not attain.   Art will endure and it will influence and persuade those whom it touches.  It will do these things with or without permission. It will do these things within and outside of boundaries, and it will remain our responsibility as individual souls to respond in a manner conducive to the blessing of our brothers and sisters in humanity.

Copyright 2018. L.L. Shelton.

 

Nothing Owed

…And yet by hope in mystery,
Belief in what I cannot see,
I’ll be relieved this awful death,
Have life abundantly,

Will not hang relentlessly
Upon this cross ‘twas built for me,
Will instead at your command
Be In Love eternally,

Will behold the summer storm
In all it’s fury, kept from harm,
Though wrapped in winter’s blizzard
Be all the while made warm,

Observing autumn’s dying hues
No longer be inspired to gloom,
Knowing raging change of spring
Enjoying peace in everything.

Copyright 2018. L.L. Shelton.

Paid In Full

I will not heed the myrrh, the wine.
I’ll hang here ’til the end of time,
Feel the full unyielding pain,
Unending summer void of rain,
Winter hardship without snow,
Autumn foliage minus glow,
In spring witness no rebirth,
I will bear this awful curse,
Refuse to numb my aching mind,
Refuse to welcome senses blind.
To tolerate your lawlessness,
I will receive no recompense…

Copyright 2018. L.L. Shelton.

Everglades Shooter

Slowly rejoining the land of the living
I raise my weary head,
Acrid smell of smoke in the air
Seventeen lay dead,
I wonder what might happen if I slept for a week,
I keep a silent vigil from my bed.

L.L. Shelton. Copyright 2018.

Sojourner

She was a poet born to a strangler.
A female falconer,
She never knew when her life was in danger.
Eyes on the manger
She wandered earth’s offerings,
Perceiving its beauty;
Its many losses observing in crossing.
She cast her gaze skyward,
Cried out, and then softly
Surrendered herself to The One
Who’ll judge rightly.

Copyright 2017. L.L. Shelton.

Reformation

No words are befitting
In this circumstance,
Cold and lonely, empty space,
A result of happenstance?
Measuring rod of chaos,
Also in His hands abide
The plumb line of destruction,
The ruler and the slide.
As per His instruction,
There is a battering ram
Positioned soundly at the gate,
If we can take the idol down
We must not hesitate.

Copyright 2017.  L.L. Shelton.

A Representation of Loss

1.

Jonathan! I’m so thankful.
Please text me. After all,
I pay for these phones.
Pieces of my heart walking
Around on their own…
I’ll never get used to it.

Your chest is still aching?
But you did see the doctor?
What did he do for you?
Delsym and a shot. A shot?
Stainless refrigerator…
Fingerprints everywhere.

Colorful kitchen encircling
Us- a family. Beautiful and
Changing continually,
Experiencing new growth
And pruning regularly…
Pleasantries spilling over.

Even the edges are lovely.
Stop that Jack! That was my idea
First! I was using the icing.
Someone grab the cat!
Love filling the fault lines…
Geniuses all- to my tinted eyes.

Tiny structures suitable
For Borrowers who may fancy
Icing on graham dwellings
Line the countertop with cheer,
Brass charger so shiny…
Who’ll take it home this year?

Nativity to Tasty Trump Tower,
Expressions we will later devour,
Internet votes soon to be counted,
Speculation amid laughter,
Grace running through us…
What could undo us?

Grabbing for jackets, hats,
Gloves to stay warm across town,
Treading through huge hugs,
I love you’s landing on grateful ears,
Front door opens for first to depart…
Ushers in a rushing dark.

Call 911! Oh God- our baby!
I think as I call while I pray and maybe
It’s something else- what?
I hear her say Jamie. I see him.
Son-in-Love! No! I plead don’t go…
Please don’t leave.

I know. I worked SICU. I can spot
Blue lips, blind eyes, soul departing
Earth for Everlasting Life.
Ambulance arrived. You’re too late,
I sighed. I whispered to his father…
We stood there alive.

Copyright 2018. L.L. Shelton.