Category Archives: love

MORE THAN SATISFACTORY

MORE THAN SATISFACTORY

A special Valentines Day,

More snow is coming to play…

On hills and dales

That high wind avails,

Whilst we stay inside and sashay!

We have our Saturday dinner,

My wife’s fancy dress a winner…

A Polish feast

For greatest to least,

Ah, community love doth glimmer!

After our repast nightcap,

We ambled home for a nap…

My love and me

Snore peacefully,

In recliners and my C-PAP!

She got a card out for me,

Am I too lazy?,,,

Neither could shop

(Will the snow ever stop!),

Our love is for eternity.

–Jonathan Caswell

BUSHWHACKED TIME

BUSHWHACKED TIME

He loves his wife dearly,

But finds times where clearly

He can’t compete with her verbal skill…

Trying in the middle

‘Tween nurse and her to fiddle,

Being shut from conversation is a pill.

Nurse is there to see HIM

But she, by social need, whim,

Dominates attention naturally…

Feeling slighted. hurt,

By a normally loving skirt

When medicine is done he struggles free.

Quiet men do

Want to get in too,

Flattened by momentum uncontrolled…

Afterward complaining

Is common refraining,

A thoughtful guy is not always extolled.

Let it go aside,

No need to be snide,

Next time a different nurse may be…

Willing to address

The male need of success–

Getting more attention for me!

Living with a wife

Understanding married life,

Acceptance of social ebb and flow…

Though he’s put out now

He needn’t have a cow,

Loving her, he’s big enough to know.

–Jonathan Caswell

HIS SPIRIT POURED OUT

HIS SPIRIT POURED OUT

Praise God for Deborah Grey,

She’d been too long away…

Her phone call

Blesses us all

So thankful for God’s display.

We hadn’t spoken for months,

My wife did write her once…

Told her my story,

To God be glory,

He uses this spiritual dunce.

Knowing the truth made her laugh

WITH ME and on my behalf…

It’s joyful knowing

No one I’m snowing

Nor subject to judgmental wrath!

We talked for nearly an hour,

A wonderful cleansing shower…

This sister close

Deliberately chose

In us to His sweet Spirit pour!

–Jonathan Caswell

ROLE REVERSALS–NO PROBLEM!

ROLE REVERSALS–NO PROBLEM!

Caretaker of his wife, he was

Until amputation thus…

Found care of him

Under her whim,

His ego matured for the cause.

Their life in Christ was in being,

Through His love seeing…

Encouraging souls

Ultimate goals,

Whom they were was in Him succeeding.

Success not a matter of role,

But God’s encouraging the whole…

Definition by deed

It was Christ’s to succeed,

While His children with Him are clothed.

Working this through mortal frames

Is but one of Spiritual aims…

To work His will

Whether healthy or ill,

In Godly mercy and love  Christ came.

Who thus the greater be,

But Christ, Who lives in me…

We are man and wife,

Ransomed for life–

Father God as Daddy!

–Jonathan Caswell

FORMER MORNING STAR

FORMER MORNING STAR

(Isaiah 14: 12-15)

The Devil in the Garden

Envious of God’s pardon…

Of innocent lives

And love that derives

From a Heart that is unhardened.

Jealous the Devil was

Of Adam and Eve because…

They walked with God

And thought it not odd

To do so without duds.

Satan himself had been

Considered God’s right-hand man…

But given choice

Chose to voice

Self-pride cherished within!

The Devil–albeit a snake–

Was happy the couple’s partake…

Just as he,

With prideful glee

That less-nutritious cakes.

Tempted to be wise

They did what opened their eyes…

In one breath

They chose death,

Of Spirit connection, besides.

People of faith, we face

The same from the human race…

Our downward knock

Builds up stock

Of sinners refusing grace.

Rebellion to God will happen,

You, His children they’re rapping…

The faithful cling

For Christ to bring

Salvation–God never is napping!

–Jonathan Caswell

THEOLOGY KOOL-AID

THEOLOGY KOOL-AID

An Andrew Womack reminder:

Churches often wear blinders…

To simple grace,

Preferring to face

Works-based idols unkinder.

Most misunderstand the Law,

Considering relative flaw…

Is  able to see

Immortality,

Alas…an old pagan saw.

The Law pointed to perfection,

Beyond mere mortal conception…

That only one*

Has ever done

Fulfillment upon close inspection.

–Jonathan Caswell

* only one…that is, Jesus Christ…our substitute.

T.-G.-I.-S.-!

T.-G.-I.-S.-! *

T-G

-I-S,

Corporate worship

We address…

As the temples

Of the Lord

Together

Faith restored.

T-G

-I-S,

You must greet

Our Special Guest…

God the Father

Comes to you

In scripture

And worship too!

T-G

-I-S,

Corporately

God’s love addressed…

Come before

God’s holy throne:

Accept His mercy

For your own!

T-G

-I-S,

Clothed with peace

And righteousness…

Gather together

As if one,

Waiting for

God’s own Son!

–Jonathan Caswell

* T.-G.-I,-S….”Thank God For Saturday or Sunday…when we may worship the Lord Most High!   :0)

HEALING FOR WITHIN

HEALING FOR WITHIN

Roe vs, Wade this year,

With nary a mention or tear…

Pagan presses

Ignoring messes

That they, in part, steered.

Only folks who care

Assert forgiveness is near…

Abortions done

Still have One

Who cleanses the inner fear.

When Christ comes in the air

Taking us home, also there…

Aborted souls waiting

And anticipating

Forgiving that fatal tear.*

Healing comes to within

Acknowledging confessing sin…

Take advantage of

Redeeming Love,

Don’t let the uncaring man win.

–Jonathan Caswell

* the fatal tear(-ing away of life)…forgiveness of the momma who aborted her child, BY THE CHILD SO ABORTED, is an idea expressed by this week’s TV broadcasts of THE GOSPEL TRUTH program with Andrew Womack–which included an interview with a woman who was the survivor of an attempted abortion by her mother.  See http://www.awmi.net.

CLOSE QUARTERS

CLOSE QUARTERS

This long-term staying at home

Husband-wife relations groan…

Comment brings strife

Reconciled with the wife,

Each have their own painful moan.

Conflict resolution takes place

When living close–face-to-face–

Thank God for prayer

Allowing fresh air

And necessary private space!

–Jonathan Caswell

COUNTING DOWN

COUNTING DOWN

Counting down to the moment

Of ultimate ecstasy foment…

We stay awake

For children’s’ sake,

Bearing with credit card torment.

Meaning slips year by year,

The older ways are more clear…

Yearly reminders

No commercial blinders,

Repetitious–but our conscience clears.

Come now to Bethlehem,

Marvel at the Babe again…

For joy running deep

While the Child’s sleep

Calms us to thank God for Him.

–Jonathan Caswell