Category: poetry

Trusting & Working

Today in Church we were talking about “trusting in the Lord” and “not worrying”; but understanding the biblical idea of trust: trust with works. 

Jesus said:

"Consider the birds of the air, they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?" (Matt. 6:26).

Take for example our adoption.  Some people we know love their children as much as we do, and want their children to come home as much as we do; and yet, they have chosen to sit back and let the Lord do all the work – in His time and in His way.

On the surface, that seems to be the more ‘spiritual’ approach – trusting the Lord in everything; however, when I read Matt 6:26 – I think the bible is expecting a lot more out of us than just trust.

Consider the birds of the air’ they don’t plant, they don’t store up, and yet God feeds them.  However, it’s not as if God brings them breakfast in their nest – they have to go out and work and gather to survive.  God expects them to work for what He has promised them.

And so, I believe it is with our adoption.  God has put it in our heart to help needy children; we met and have fallen in love with our son and daughter, and God has given us the direction that He wants us to open our hearts and homes (It’s amazing how easy this comes once you set down that path).  Yet, God doesn’t want us ‘waiting around on Him’ – He wants us to recognize and realize that He is in control, and things work all in His timing; He wants us to rely on His love and mercy, and give Him the Glory – but He wants us out their working, toiling, committing and investing our hearts, our minds, our finances, and our abilities that He has given us to accomplish what He has directed us in.

So, for that reason, I wrote a quick verse during church today; I think it says everything that needs to be said:

 

A Call to Arms!

I trust in the Lord with all my might,

So I take up my armor to engage in the fight!

My Letter to God

Dear Lord,

I was asked to sit down today and think about my strengths and think about my weaknesses, and this is what I came to realize:

I am weak, but you are strong. However, I have found that I can do all things when you strengthen me. When I think I know something, when I think I understand, I find I am a fool. You alone are wise. When I ask of you, you give me freely of the fountain of your wisdom. I confess that I am selfish, and self-willed, but you are compassionate and shelter even the smallest of your creation. Through you I understand pure and undefiled religion. I lose my cool so quickly Lord, but you are slow to wrath. Through your patience I learn to wait on you and you give me strength. I am unloving and calloused, I mistreat even those closet to me, but you are love Lord, you love even those who despise you, and through you I find compassion for your creatures.

I realize that I am weak in all things, but through your sufficiency your power is made manifest in me, you strengthen me in all things, and I am reborn:

Lord, I am yours.

Your son,

Jediah

 

 

The Weight of Gold…

 

I am stuck inside a mud pit with

    A pocket full of gold.

This story of my wayward step

    Is one that should be told.

  
 

One day while walking on the edge

    I thought that I would try,

To soil my sole, to take a step

    and yet keep clean and dry

  
 

And ‘lo perhaps if I should fall

    Or something worse unfold

The remedy was right with me

    My pocket full of gold.

  
 

I walked out deep, I felt no fear,

    As you can clearly see

The safety net, that you can get

    With gold so plentily

  
 

But now I stand up to my knees

    And sinking very fast

There’s something that I could not see

    But late, at last, I grasp

  
 

And with a frown, my head goes down

    Below the mirky foam

The weight to bear of gold so fair

    Has crushed me like a stone.

 
 

 
 

© 2007 Jediah Logiodice

 

(Sometimes having financial security can be a blessing – but sometimes it can be a curse)

Shadows…

Evening dance

   starry rain

      pouring down from

         Heights on high

 
 

Nights caress

   brightened sky

      forming shadows

         from days gone by.

 
 

What I see

   echoes vast

      from long away

         where memory fades

 
 

And here I stand

   at last it’s past

      the moonlight

         recedes for another day.

 
 

 
 

– Dedicated to the moon, whose mercy echoed within the recesses of my mind a dreamy childhood memory – 8-23-2008.

©2008 Jediah Logiodice

Cadence


Oh sweet sunlight


That fills my soul,


That makes me whole,


And makes me want to sing


If I should bask


In your love to long,


It brings with it


A mighty sting!



©2005 Jediah Logiodice


The Wise Old Owl…



The wise old owl lived in an oak


The more he saw, the less he spoke


The less he spoke, the more he heard


Why shant we be like that old bird?



– John Stott (With minor modifications by Darth Jedi)