YOUR POEMS
The content of these poems does not necessarily reflect the views of Eric Mckenna
But I hope that something will capture your imagination, without you getting carried away.
Why did Jesus say to Mary Magdalene?
"Do not touch me because I have not yet ascended to the Father"
Because Jesus was symbolising the Ark of the Covenant at this stage. He had seen his body rent like the Temple Vail and now as the Ark he was presenting himself to the father to end The Holy of Holies as God's dwelling place. He was able to make redeemed mankind the new dwelling place of God.
Cynthia Mckenna
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Born Again
When God made man, He gave him a soul,
And then, in order to make him whole,
He gave him a spirit, like His very own.
He breathed His life into flesh and bone.
What was that Life? What did it mean?
It meant that Adam and Eve, serene,
Lived in fellowship with the Divine,
Until they died, by the devil's design.
Was there a funeral? Not for their death,
Nor for their bodies, nor for their breath,
But for their spirit which God had given.
His own image, to Man, from Heaven.
Then Adam and Eve in trembling shame,
Made aprons to try and hide their blame.
The fragile fig leaves, a charming device,
Were man-made, and could never suffice.
So God clothed the pair with animal skins,
And shed sinless blood to cover their sins,
And bye and bye He sent His only Son,
To shed His blood, for every lost one.
To regain His Holy Spirit, lost in vain,
And that we all may be born again.
To Repent of all our sins will suffice,
And put our trust in Jesus' Sacrifice.
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Men
I thought I'd never trust a man again.
The many who've hurt me, left deep scars.
How stupid was I to easily trust this man,
I feel again just like a cracked vase.
Faint old lines cover me, new ugly ones appear,
Just like they have done before.
I have been to hell, my regular motel here.
It's where I go when I'm cold to the core.
Blood oozes from lines on my flesh, giving relief.
Men steal the good things from my heart,
I always seem to fall to the same old thief.
Now this one is different, he seems a man apart.
He's what you call a "good guy".
But for this reason he can't be a friend,
I must cut myself, curl up safe and hide.
My love for him will come to a nothing end.
His heart belongs to another again,
To one with whom I can't compete.
Now bent double with this pain,
I must again accept my defeat.
Do not give your emotions to a man or yell,
They'll soon burn them in a pack.
All the men in my life sent me to hell.
And I'm still only half way back.
by Christina Clarke
