Here, right where I live, where
I work,
in this time and place, this
home,
where I toil, where we
worship,
where my wife, my girls are
with me,
where we live, here, now
in this place we were
planted.
In this place where I am
grounded
as if by living streams of
water
I am this tree planted here
to grow, to bloom, to offer
shade
to scatter seeds from good
fruit
planting, watering, in their
season.
May I find God here, not in some
distant land,
walking
with me on this journey
standing beside me in my
struggles
the Spirit guiding my step,
onward,
holding my hand when I step
out in faith
cheering with me in my joys,
crying in my sorrows.
In those moments when I
notice,
when I am present, when I
feel Christ’s grace,
(not that God’s grace is
ever lacking),
even when I am aware, when I
don’t feel the Spirit,
May I find God’s face,
Christ’s presence, here
with me on the journey,
right where I am now.
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edited
July 22, 2015
Find
Him There – v5
(editing
version 4)
edited
February 5, 2015
Find
Him There – v4
(merging
edits to version 2 and version 3)
edited
November 6, 2014
Find
Him There – v3
(editing
version 2)
edited
June 28, 2014
Find
Him There – v2
April
2, 2009
Find
Him There
The following poem
was posted to the www.christianpoetry.org
site
on April 1, 2009,
my 49th birthday. I received the following email
from Reason A.
Poteet, “Happy Birthday, Raymond.
Your poem today, “Traveling Far" reminds me of the
message
a saintly guide had
for our group visiting in Jerusalem several years ago.
He said, you have
come so far to see the places where Jesus walked,
where He talked and
healed and cast out demons two thousand years ago.
Jesus is still
working today in your homes, in your schools,
in your
churches...go home and find Him there, relish Him,
serve Him.” The
poem above came from this.
&
(edited
June 28, 2014
Traveling
Far – v2
&
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Traveling Far
Unlike the shepherds,
on a nearby hillside,
watching their sheep.
Not called by a choir of
angels,
a chorus of heavenly host.
Reading the signs, as they
did in Jerusalem,
traveling far, following his
star.
By a faithfulness, greater
than the people
the chosen ones.
Bringing gifts, these gifts,
in fulfillment, the birth,
their gifts.
Believing where the select,
the chosen did not,
traveling far, with real
faith.
Following the star, the
signs,
the coming of the newborn
king.
January
2, 2009
Traveling
Far
Isaiah
60:1-6
Matthew
2:1-12
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