From head to heart

Charity must begin in thought,
Just as God thought us into being,
Lest faith journeys from head to heart.
Lost are the religious
Choking scripture of meaning,
The intention of what God-breathed

“Repent!
For the Kingdom of God is at hand!”
The Christ of God walks the earth,
One voice cries into the wilderness,
At our crooked paths between head and heart.
Water of repentance awaits His fire,
To burn away our enmity,
that hardens our heart.
“Behold the Lamb of God Who takes away the sin of the world!”
A dove splits the air whilst a voice pervades the forerunner’s being,
 “This is my Son, the Beloved,
with whom I am well pleased.”
The Holy One emerges,
Glistening.
Waters of repentance,
Transform,
Like water into wine,
The Dove finds its rest,
“…and his delight shall be in the fear of the Lord…With righteousness he shall judge the poor, and decide with equity for the meek of the earth.”

Resplendent is this new water,
Drawing uncountable thirsts,
“Whoever drinks of the water that I shall give him will never thirst. The water I shall give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life”

A carrot of eternal life,
Draws weary minds,
To look up in gratitude,
And out in forgiveness.
Mercy, compassion, unbound love,
Toward YHWH through neighbor,
Yet, whipped is the hopeful beast of Christ’s burden,
Heavy are the tired legs that follow,
Shorter is the straightened path,
Narrowing from earthly attachment,
Dripping sweat like blood,
Agony defensless to a higher will.
Joy overshadows this matter of time,
Loving God to love neighbor,
Despite pious thorns of rebuke,
Aiming their arrows of judgment,
Unaware their aiming at themselves.
Prejudice, thick like fog,
Lays heavy upon the earth,
Blinding love from head to heart,
Seeping deep into culture’s mind,
“Passing Over” narrow paths,
The insidious midst,
Suddenly parts like a sea,
Allowing comfortable and safe passage,
Within a sweeping current of prideful priests, prophets, and kings,
Righteous in condemnation,
Scourging with scripture,
Unclean! Unclean!
Lepers shunned,
Cloaking their Image in shame,
Forcing them to wander,
Alone,
Into the fog.
Hanging,
Below the looming thickness,
Where ground and midst separate,
One can kneel and see,
As if looking through cracked glass.
Clear enough to make out,
A thin trail of crumbs,
Remnants of bread from before,
Left for the meek,
The poor,.
The weary,
The condemned,
The unworthy,
And the lonely.
The hateful labels,
etched upon them,
Find new skin
Stretching over inflections of hate,
Growing cell by cell,
Nourished in newfound viaticum.

Nourished and drawn,
Placing all hopes and fears,
In a rest to come,
When death,
The final torturous judgment,
Will have no sting.

Bit by bit,
Persevering in real food,
Conforming in slow digestion,
True mercy,
True love,
Towards True Life,
Willing to exchange,
Humiliation for pride,
Carrying a new burden,
Hewn of wood,
Their Savior carried.
The crooked road within head and heart,
becomes clearer,
Seen through a legacy,
Bowing now to follow,
Instead of later in judgment.

‘Come to Me, all who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.”

His,
Chris

My Rescue

Lord, for your love,
I will joyfully extend,
a thousand acts of love,
in song,
in prayer,
and through the littlest,
hopefully invisible,
acts of kindness.

You have gently,
ever so patiently,
tuned me around,
and convinced me,
to never run away from Mercy.

No longer,
will my judgment,
shadow upon another,
and abuse Your life-giving Light.
Gone are the days of deluded coronas,
pious halos seen by the needful,
eclipsing the glare of the sun.

Now everything I see,
churning within Your splendid creation,
is at one with me.
I am whole,
quickened by Your touch,
instantly,
and deeply realizing,
This Holy One You sent,
Who plunged into my baptism,
my legacy of torrents,
frothing in unmoored bias,
opposing me to Image-bearers,
pulled me away,
from a life of pitiful explanations
Within these murky waters,
that merciful glow,
emanating,
from the pierced hand You sent,
in gratitude I grasped,
and despite the pull and push of slippery currents,
that gentle,
yet powerful hand of rescue,
has never let me go.

For it is He,
the ineffable Truth,
allows me to squeeze into my palm,
not by reason,
but by an alien peace,
known only by my heart,
yet, unknown, to the world I see.

I am ever grateful,
moment-by-moment surprised,
beholden to debt,
in love,
madly betrothed,
naked and unashamed,
willing to communicate,
the majestic finery,
and the abundant life,
availing in the Kingdom,
before my eyes.
Be it friend or foe,
family or stranger,
I extend my hand,
my heart,
my hope in Your faithfulness,
to draw them near,
expressing out stale airs of judgment,
so that only love remains.

O Blood and Water,
which gushed from the heart of Jesus,
as a font of mercy for us,
I trust in You!

by Chris Clody
5/18/21

The Image and the Journey

Imbued long before an infant’s first blink,
Goodness unveils in soft skin and wide eyes,
A blank scroll awaits words pressed into ink,
Entering endless promise and blue skies,
Attuned to a mother’s voice, joy, and surprise.

Irresistible as new fallen snow,
Silence blanketing sounds into stillness,
The story begins with a name bestowed,
That captures both moment and God’s Goodness,
Joyful first words inscribed in sheer ebullience.

Each breath, each season, keeps time and makes way,
Nudging life’s shadow round God’s sundial,
Darkening pages fill with progress and play,
A tale encounters flashes of smiles,
even when tears rain every once in a while,

Although season pass, they yearn in patience,
Until ready to weather replacement,
So too, the Goodness dwelling in nascence,
Slowly withdraws from sight in self-effacement.

A new chapter begins with a slow shift,
Supplanting the age of innocence,
Free will is given a choice to resist,
Walling Goodness within man’s inheritance,
Stone placed upon stone by our concupiscence.

But the first stone was placed by God not man,
Both cornerstone and Image wait within,
Since man cannot fathom what God has planned,
Even if the gates of hell were built-in,
The Image could flee if man repented his sin.

Now well aware of this fork in the road,
Ev’ry second of contemplation slowed,
Knowing the power, the cornerstone holds,
Few men chose rightly and forsaken their souls.

Many have chosen the road that is broad,
Hiding His Image within self-made man,
Sharing their pride for the sake of applause,
Rejecting God’s vision for their lifespan,
Unable to enter the Kingdom at hand.

Despite God’s rejection, He perseveres,
Expressly those in most need of Mercy,
His Spirit walks beside this mutineer,
Pursuing the blind refusing to see,
Resurrection is a possibility.

For the few that choose the road less travelled,
Accepting the cross that was given them,
Whose cornerstone wrecked their inner castle,
Abiding in Christ, enduring mayhem,
A crown awaits those who fail to succumb.

Joyful are those whose faith survive this fire,
Especially the courageous martyrs,
Grateful in prayer before they expire,
Becoming blood for soil; a gift of myrrh.

For those who forsake Satan’s temptations,
Who see light within in a foe’s castle,
The Kingdom welcomes this child’s devotion.

Our faith dares to seek God through His Image,
To heed this command is not for the timid.

Jesus replied: “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’ This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments.”(Matthew 22:37-40 NIV)

by Chris Clody
11/23/20

My Joy

Joy sings from towering elevations,
High atop shoulders of God’s humility,
Echoes reaffirm its exultation,
Rebounding in fading harmony,
Valleys spill from Your revelation,
Rising into flowing rivers of liquid melodies,
Teeming with uncontainable joy is my gift for Thee!

Gratitude floods like milk and honey,
Drowning in a debt I could never repay,
Ample oxygen of thy mercy,
To steal another breath to float songs of praise,
To be still and know You – rescues me,
Glorious are You, my song, Everlasting God-In-Three,
Bless You Lord, for drenching me – in faith, hope, and charity!

His,
Chris

Agony and Ecstasy

 

The Agony,
the Ecstasy,
Sorrow’s weight,
my sweat bleeds.
This weight of sin,
only I can see,

ABBA’s cup,
just for me.
Perfect Will,
filling me,
as I drink,
His dregs of mercy.

Tearing flesh,
Blood…Body…
Thorns now pierce,
crowning me.
Screams for blood,
are surrounding me.

Rough-Heavy.
Wood for me,
I stumble,
to carry,
Just to fall,
Drained of energy.

The Agony!
The ecstasy!
Forgive them,
ABBA please!
Take this life,
You willed for me.
My sacrifice
Your Love in Mercy.

Heaven’s Artist

Forgiveness is alive!
Heaven is real,
existing beyond time,
dancing bodies now healed,
smiling souls sing harmonies,
in joy to the Truth revealed.

The Artist paints living colors,
Cardinals fly from canvases,
swooping to earth with hope,
inviting awaking eyes to see,
grief through faith’s Church,
captured in nets from forgiving seas.

Butterflies of every color,
flutter from tips of a brush,
dance with joy among petals,
flowers burst within strokes of sun,
blooming in artistic delight,
paperwings hop upon nectar’s fun,
heavy eyes marvel at this playful sight.

There…
Trinity at play before the hopeful,
wooing her children to Mercy’s womb,
always beside them to reach beyond,
beyond birds, butterflies, and tombs,
to be released from the net into Heaven’s pond.

Truly, truly forgiveness is Life!

His Peace,

Chris

Call Me Cain

Good Friday. How appropriate?  The following poem was inspired by a Bishop Fulton J. Sheen (Faith,Hope, and Love with Fulton J. Sheen Season 1, Ep 2, Love is Hope).

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Who am I

Who am I?
A descendant,
A wanderer,
Born of pessimism,
From an unfaithful race of Cains.

I am sealed by a mark,
even the Seven Seas cannot wash away.
This incarnate blood of my just brother,
Now becomes my hope.

Hope, not optimism,
Or brokenness from our crushing reality.

Hope is a covenant of Mercy,
An enslavement, a property,
A refuge from the vengeance of men.
Hope, is the burning crimson that stains me,
And warns all who seek wrath,
Belongs to the One who marked me.

What judge?
What authority, principalities, powers
can convict me?
If the One whom I killed,
Is now alive,
then I must be set free!
Has He not been seen walking,
Upon the wings of the morning?
An lo, He has not left me orphaned,
To be convicted by the lords of this age,
For He stands before you now!
Truly Truth sets me free!

Who am I?
I am not my own,
But touched by the very finger,
that etched law into stones,
and love upon my heart.
I am another Cain,
Justly convicted,
and now believe,
I live by the One I slayed.

…but call me Christian.

By Chris Clody
8/23/2019

House Of God

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Sing to The House of God

Everlasting are You Lord Almighty,
Uncreated and undefined,
Lowly are we Your still waters,
Jesus, Our Savior, turn us into wine.

Father of Forgiveness, Mercy, and Peace,
Giver of faith and Son you sent,
Shining Your Star upon the birth of Truth,
Alighting on lost souls in New Advent.

Good Shepherd, Deliverer, Firstborn Son,
Light of all! Son of the Most High!
Radiate Your radical love through us,
Present us clean before the Father’s Eyes.

Holy Spirit, Breath of The Almighty,
Spirit of the fear of the Lord,
Everlasting Kiss and comfort to our souls,
Unite Our Christ to the Father’s restore.

O Faith! O Hope! O Sweet Charity!
Become our clarion call,
Lift all eyes to your glorious kingdom,
Jesus, you’re our everything! Our all in all!

By Chris Clody
1/16/19

Come and Follow Me

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Come and Follow Me

Let the dead bury their dead,
Under gifts and praises for each other,
Let delusions of grandeur,
Build gods and blessings to one another.

Love prays for your repentance,
Just to let Me meet you at your level,
Truth herds in new family,
Mercy washes saints and quenches rebels.

Those in need of My mercy,
Will carve humility into hearts of greed,
Vanquish darkness with my Light,
So each may see beauty in dying seeds.

‘Come back to Me’ is My song,
That background mantra you hear in your dreams
A song of hope just for you,
A light of faith to see what cannot be seen.

Will you come and follow me,
And let Me hold you once again?
A new Joy I’ll make in you,
Taste forgiveness in my ransom,
For I came just for you,
Come and follow Me,
Let My cross make you free,
Come and follow me.

by Chris Clody
11/12/2017

Broken Sidewalks

Just thought I’d share a song that’s been stuck to the sticky side of my soul. Today I hear His call.

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Broken Sidewalks

If I walk,
These broken sidewalks,
To find
The Christ I see,
Will You Talk,
Talk,
Through Me

If I stand,
To face the powers,
That force,
Their poverty,
Will You send,
Send,
Send me

If this cross,
A gift given me,
To raise,
In front of me,
Will you walk,
Walk,
With me.

You’ve captured my heart to go where you will,
Fearless with joy and awestruck when still,
Your Kingdom appears when love is fulfilled,
Lord, make holy my Heart when bridges are built,
I’ll follow you Jesus, wherever you will.
I’ll follow you Jesus, wherever you will.

Give me strength,
Spirit rise in me,
And shine,
Your love through me,
Spread Your hope,
Hope,
Through me.

Now I see,
You’re all around me,
I am,
Your pierced hands and feet,
Your mercy,
Lord,
Inspires me.

By Chris Clody
8/24/2107

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