What is to Come

My heart is weighed heavy and deeply sad;
for what was, what is, and what is to come.
When all’s said and done, at the end of days;
as we stand in faith, for tally and sum.

That Road less traveled, to simple for most;
mocked at, spit on and ridiculed by some.
Yet but for that Road, we’d be mired in sin;
for what was, what is, and what is to come.

Spoke, ‘ I Am the Way, the Truth, and the Light.
And the door to God’s eternal Kingdom.’
He wept for the lost of Jerusalem;
for what was, what is, and what is to come.

                    c.d.m          11/30/13

 

The Tale of the little Handmaid,

 

We have heard the song of, the Drummer Boy, and the gift that he gave to the Lord,

But have you heard the tale of, the little Handmaid, and the gift she could afford,

Many gave wealth and substance to, our Lord, while He walked in this earth,

The little Handmaid, had nothing to bring, that she felt was of any worth,

Her mother taught her, as a little child, to gather flowers of necessity,

That they could then sale, in the market place, for she was born into poverty,

She had often beheld Jesus teaching, in the market, at the center of town,

Sometimes while gathering flowers,she would follow, His disciples around,

She watched others minister to Him, like the lady, with the alabaster box,

But all she ever had, in her possession, was periwinkle, rose of Sharon, and phlox,

Then one day the crowd, seemed to turn on Him, and they nailed Him to a cross,

She wandered, on the hills of Jerusalem, weeping over her loss,

She watched, as His loved ones took Him, to lay His sweet body to rest,

As they scrambled to find cloth, and burial balm, they tried their very best,

Then suddenly it occurred to her,what she’d gathered, in the folds of her gown,

Was exactly, what was needed to tend to Him, to lay His sweet body  down,

With tears of both joy, and sorrow, she ran to the Savior’s tomb,

And as she sprinkled her blossoms, upon His form, her gifts essence filled the room,

The reason I’ve put pen to paper, is to point something out, to you,

You are special just like, the little Handmaid, and your gift is precious too.

                                                      c.d.m. 2-27-10