Only With His Bidding

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Every day passes,
with new creatures being born,
but only with His bidding.
 
Every night a new animal awakens,
to the songs of the nocturnal,
but only with His bidding.
 
Grasshoppers prop their legs,
and relax millions across the world,
with their song,
but only with His bidding.
 
Boats clank against the foamy sea,
making no sound,
except for the lick of the sea,
breaking with the point,
sail of a swordfish,
but only with His bidding.
 
Waves roll over and over again,
a new dollop of foam created at every inch,
but only with His bidding.
 
Snakes roam, slither, and crawl,
through the plains of grass,
spread it as a comb would to hair,
but only with His bidding.
 
An eye twitches to the right then the left,
searching,
but only with His bidding.
 
Droplets gather together,
and slowly plop off the leaf
with such grace that is due to a dove,
but only with His bidding.
 
A new seed spreads its wings,
and pushes through the mud,
gathering souvenirs,
but only with His bidding.
 
Wings flutter when a danger,
comes to the nest,
but only with His bidding.
 
The soft peck of the woodpecker
echoes through the wood,
then again not so soft,
but only with His bidding.
 
Groaning rising,
from a snowbound hole,
awakening a bear,
but only with His bidding.
 
A huge collision,
brighter and whiter,
but no sound,
but only with His bidding.
 
Spinning softly,
a thread moves,
through the cloth,
but only with His bidding.
 
Waving and moving,
in circles and spirals,
the reeds give up their secrets,
and fly free,
but only with His bidding.
 
Softly the snow falls,
layering and resting,
on the ones that went before them,
but only with His bidding.
 
The snow gathers,
but adds into nothing,
But only with His bidding.
 
He smiles the sun rises,
from its dark chamber,
where it has receded,
but only with His bidding.
 
He laughs a rainbow shots across the sky,
stretching its color,
to the farthest,
and darkest corner,
of all earth,
but only with His bidding.
 
He blows,
the waves bow,
but only with His bidding.
 
He yawns,
the moon shines,
but only with His bidding.
 
He cries,
and the heart is lifted,
but only with His bidding.
 
The heart is lifted as He cries,
and the earth wails,
but only with His bidding.

Why Didn’t He?

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As I looked through the window,

Bird flew to me, to back it went,

Flitting about the glass, it stared at me,

With cold eyes, asked me question,

“Why didn’t He?”

With stroke of wings the bird went off,

With tilt of head I saw Bug,

Back raised and feet searching,

Bug looked at me and cold eyes asked me question,

“Why didn’t He?”

With sluggish moves, Bug moved on,

Whipping Grass caught me next,

Glimmering green and sharp,

Cold edge asked me question,

“Why didn’t He?”

Bird flew to me,

Wings stroked, warm eyes asked me not a question,

“Why, He did!”

Bug crawled up to meet, Bird up in the air,

Grass and Bug nodded and asked me not a question,

“Why, He did!”

I smiled and turned from them,

And with loose lips, asked me not a question,

“Why, He did!”

Mephibosheth – The Accepted

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Based off Second Samuel 9:

Hope still dwelled

They looked

He sat

Business was discussed

He stared down the table

He sat

Sweat rolled down his back

A man rose behind him

He sat

His eyes shifted

The king turned

He sat

A hand landed on his shoulder

His head hung

Then rose

He sat

The hands gripped

His face went pale

He sat

The hand lifted him

His hands folded

He rose

The king turned

He looked

He rose

He wept

He fell

By The Very Wood He Made

By the very mineral He made,

Did it bite and tear His back,

By the very animal He made,

Did its skin rip His,

By the very thorns He made,

Did they pierce His brow,

By the very color He made,

Did it ridicule Him,

By the very tongue He made,

Did it lash Him with scorn,

By the very rock He made,

Did it scrape His feet,

By the very liquid He made,

Did it land at His feet in disgust,

By the very hand He made,

Did they streak across His face,

By the very dust He made,

Did it infect His wounds,

By the very muscle He made,

Did it strike Him down in agony,

By the very dirt He made,

Did it stain His feet,

By the very metal He made,

Did it pin Him to death,

By the very blood He made,

Did it quickly weaken Him,

By the very wood He made,

Did He die.