The Seasons: A Poem

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Sunrise over Amazing Grasses Family Farm The mad Artist wields His brush, Painted colors rush, To life and give flush, Before the quiet autumn hush. The life seems to pour, As colors fall to the floor, To be seen no more, Outside the dark, grey door. Brightness from below, Sun upon the snow, High, cold clouds blow, Flakes and ice appear to grow. The man melts with little seen, Underneath, pale, grey green, Hides life in dark unseen, Waits for warmth and to careen. Buds on branches show, Patience starts to grow, Trickles, streams and veins flow, Bringing fruits of melted snow. Sprung to life it springs, Bees, birds, sound rings, Lush green flings, Its gift bounty brings. Green growth gives one last rush, Underneath the Painter's brush. The mad Artist wields His brush, before the quiet autumn hush. More poetry is available from James M. Hahn in  The Last Dragon and Other Poems  available now. My new book of cryptogram puzzles " Secret Messages from the Saints " is avai
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Following Jesus

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Wednesday October 4th - Saint Francis of Assisi

Luke 9:57-62

I want the best of both worlds. I want to have a firm grip on salvation and a firm grip on the world. I cry out to God and profess my desire to live my life for Him yet the next minute I am willing engaged in little vices that I have long ago excused.

Today Jesus reminds me that following Him requires total commitment. There is no holding back. If I hold back I will be left behind. His followers profess their desire to follow him wherever He goes. To this He replies with an interesting statement, "Foxes have dens and birds of the sky have nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to rest his head." This is a warning to those who would chose to follow that they can no longer seek for rest in the things of this world. The decision to follow Him is like walking through a door that only opens towards Him, there is no way back.

For me to put my hand to the plow is a life changing event. I am choosing to work in and for the Kingdom and to never look back. To follow Christ means that all of my desires are with Him. Nothing that I have left behind can be worth more than dust compared to the treasure that lies ahead.

Lord Jesus, I am not worthy of the Kingdom. I often look "to what was left behind". I look to my past life and something inside calls for those sins of the past. Give me the strength to despise the comforts of this world. Help me to live a simple life, one detached from the world and lived only for Your glory.

FROM THE SAINTS - "Above all the grace and the gifts that Christ gives to his beloved is that of overcoming self. " - Saint Francis of Assisi

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Anonymous said…
My husband has a particular fondness for St. Francis. Did you know his robe is on display? I can't remember where at the moment. It's full of patches and very humble-looking.

Nice post.
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