Arnica Anonymous

I stand before You Tall and proud, My talents on show, My gifts avowed. I present to You All the reasons why, You should ask me To be Your ally.  I say You should give me Your eternal life In exchange for my assets-- My strengths are rife! You sit on Your throne, Your chin on one hand, Raise an eyebrow, And sigh over all I have planned. "I gave you all that." You speak of my list. "The thing I want most, You've entirely missed." "I don't need your offerings, nor your sacrifice. Your impressive talk Doesn't make me think twice. "You may not share my throne, Or ever take part  Without a cracked spirit And a contrite heart." I have mentioned before that I don't write poetry, especially not rhyming poetry, but this morning I was thinking about Psalm 51 and the words just came. It's not perfect in meter but I'm sharing it anyway. Also, any ideas for a name? I cou...

It hangs above all our heads, While often slipping by unnoticed. Our lives can hold a little, Or a lot. Sometimes we find it good, And sometimes bad. The point is not the quality, Or quantity that each one gets, Or that all are subjected to it's passing. Rather, in the end the question is, Have we wasted it, Or invested it wisely? ~Yours Truly~ I've always said I could not write poetry though all of my siblings and both of my parents do. I enjoy writing riddles however, so I decided to combine the concept of free verse with a riddle. What do you think? More importantly, what is the poem speaking of?

Since I am blogging anonymously* I don't see much point in introducing myself. Let's skip that and dive right in to what I have been thinking about a learning lately as it relates to my life and the Bible.  My Grandma moved recently into an independent living center. In order to fit into her new apartment she had to severely downsize which was sad for a book lover like herself. "Arnica," she called me over to the box she was packing one snowy afternoon. "I wish you would take this book. It is very good but I don't think I need it any more." She held out a fuzzy blue copy of Disciplines of the Beautiful Woman by Anne Ortlund. "Thanks Grandma!" I smiled and took it from her. "Mom and I read one of her other books together when I was in high school and I learned a lot from it. I'll enjoy this one." And I have.