From my book The Lone Knight of Kemsing:
Through the silence still one word
Does Scripture give to seize us
When from Joseph there was heard
The name he called Him, “Jesus”
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Through the Silence Still One Word
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The Plan is His
A poem from my book A Craftsman at Play in Creation
In a moment all things can change,
And circumstances rearrange,
So what you saw ahead for you,
Shifts suddenly to something new
For while it’s true there is a plan,
A course our Lord plots for each man,
Remember that the plan is His,
And seldom what you think it is -
That a Day Should Thus Begin
from my book The Lone Knight of Kemsing
The stirring of the wind,
Whispering through the trees,
And flowing through the grasses,
On the meadow like the seas
The early morning calling,
Of the birds as they take flight,
And the lingering of the moon,
Into morning after night
To sit on such a morning,
To see and breath it in,
For this gift I thank you Lord,
That a day should thus begin -
Joining Us Like Links of Chain
From my book The Lone Knight of Kemsing
The time my children will be with me
Comes quickly to an end, I see
And leaves me wishing to reclaim
Each time I heard them call my name
Each call a knock upon the door,
A chance for me to try once more
To delve into the mystery
That continues to eternity
When faith and hope have burned away
In the brightness of that coming day
When only Love will then remain,
Joining us like links of chain -
Joseph Asked Before He Died
by Jake Frost
From my book: A Craftsman at Play in Creation
Great Joseph, he, the mighty one,
Who stood astride the Nile,
Hovered just this side of death
And spoke before its trial
“Promise me before I die
My bones shall not remain
Within this land of servitude
Where once I gathered grain,”
“Grain that made the Pharoah strong
As with bread he forged a chain
Which I can see one day shall bind
Those who fled the drought of rain,”
“Yet still the grain that I preserved
God ordained for Jacob’s sons
For from Abraham through Israel
His covenant still runs,”
“My father Jacob saw in dreams
And poured out on the stone
And wrestled with an angel when
Awaiting Esau all alone,”
“The many-colored cloak he gave
To his son who dreamed as he
That dipped in blood broke his heart
When into slavery,”
“For shekels of silver that sone was sold
By brothers who cast him in the pit
But God ordained that son one day
In authority to sit,”
“For God through trial fitted him
Like an arrow to the string
To do His will when came the time
His grace to Jacob’s sons to bring,”
“For well does Noah’s Archer know
The bow and draw its string with might
And by His hand the arrow guides
Even as it speeds in flight,”
“His is the bow of many hues,
As was the coat that I once wore,
And He works through dreams and lowly things,
In which men put little store.”
“I have seen His bow span the sky,
And I have known in life His grace,
And now I go to journey on,
At last to see His face,”
“I have also seen the day will come
When forth from this land of toil
God will lead out Israel
Bearing Egypt’s spoil,”
“Bear also away my bones that day,
To where in my vision gleams,
The land which since my bondage day,
I have seen always in my dreams,”
“Across the Jordan let them go,
To where the Oaks of Mamre stand,
With my fathers there at last to rest,
Within The Promised Land.” -
A Parent’s Prayer
from my book: Victory!
In bits and parts
And fits and starts
I pray all through the day
In things I do
With love for you
As I give myself away -
Victory!
From my book, Victory!
Palm fronds strewn upon the road
Covered the dust where the donkey strode
Who carried the King of Peace to war
And well He knew what lay in store
The kiss, the scourge, and the crown
Thrice His falling to the ground
Then His Cross lifted high
Between the earth and the sky
All this He knew, yet He obeyed
And at last Adam’s dragon slayed
The dark of the tomb He would see
But after three days, victory! -
The Little Things
The Little Things
by Jake Frost
From my book: Wings Upon the Unseen Gust
The little things, a word, a hug,
Still at our heartstrings gently tug
And linger on all through the years
A ray of dawn amid the tears
Because the thought that they convey
Our souls have caught and tucked away -
Where was Peter Going
From my book: Wings Upon the Unseen Gust
Where was Peter going
When back he turned that day
After Jesus met him
Walking on his way?
What journey then was lost?
What path was left untrod?
When back Peter turned again
At the word of God?
There remains a mystery
In roads we never take
But we sometimes travel farthest
On the journeys we never make -
Saint Brendan
from the book: From Dust to Stars, Poems by Jake Frost
At Saint Ailbe’s Abbey,
In the silent island f the sea,
Saint Brendan asked to stay,
But the ancient abbot answered, “Nay,”
“It is not to be,” said he,
“God calls you out to sea,”
“He has wonders there to show,”
“Wonders He wills that you would know.”
“He bids journey, sails unfurled,”
“Again into His wonder-world,”
“To search the secrets of His creation,”
“Secrets hid since time’s foundation,”
“To see what yet no eye has seen,”
“And know what yet no man has dreamed.”
And so upon the waves once more
Brendan pushed his coracle from the shore
And cast himself upon the brine
There to seek what he would find
Crossing wide the heaving swell
In search of what the world would tell
He set off to wander and explore
And knock upon the hidden door
And when he saw, but could not see
What some hidden thing might be,
He prayed to God fervently,
“Reveal to me this mystery,”
“Of Your world that You have made,”
“Let me know what is,” he prayed
And as he sought, so was it shown
And the secret of wonders to him made known
Thus many marvels did he find,
Dazzling to man’s questing mind
So that the hermit Paul confessed,
“Wandering Brendan, you are blessed,”
“For to you has God revealed”
“Things which were before kept sealed.”
So to all you who would seek know,
Who in dreams the seeds of wonder sow,
Nurture the wonder so that it grows,
And follow the way that Brendan shows,
For since first there was mystery to unwind,
It has been given to those who seek that they shall find
