Category Archives: submitting

IT’S MARCH, ALREADY!

IT’S MARCH, ALREADY!

Ice melt dripping from eaves,

The warm-up giving reprieves…

To snow laden roofs

Whose strength many proofs

Apparent in designs conceived.

Bedraggled bushes appear,

‘Though snow banks still come to “here”…

Once eight foot–now six–

Out in the “sticks”

Trees shelter snow cover, my dear.

–Jonathan Caswell

IS THAT KIZZIE CAT?

IS THAT KIZZIE CAT?

A fat, furry tiger-and-white

In the hallway here…

Posing in front of his apartment door,

As he does throughout the year.

Flops himself indolently

Stretching out in cat display…

Woe betide the scratcher of bellies,

He might not want to stay.

When we first moved in next door

A poodle had resided here…

Kizzie clawed the poodle’s paws

The poor dog ran in fear.

We had a cat of our own at the time

But Kizzie bold as brass…

Entered our apartment,

Vanquishing the dog at last!

For nailing the little dog paws,

Kizzie lost his front claws…

When that dog walked by

A careful eye

Was kept where Kizzie might pause.

Our cat has gone

But Kizzie the cat lives on….

Sometimes he greets me with his feats,

Slips into his door and is gone.

–Jonathan Caswell

MORGAN’S WALK

MORGAN’S WALK

Janet and Morgan down the stairs

To take a walk outside…

Janet used to show despair

But now they walk with pride.

Morgan, a big dog for this place,

Once would jump with glee…

Encountering anyone close-by

Scaring dog and humanity.

The dog went off to obedience school

Learning her lessons well…

So most times she remembers the rules,

As anyone can tell.

Janet and Morgan make their way

Outside on their daily jaunt…

Often submitting to a scratched ear

For behaviour she can flaunt!

–Jonathan Caswell

ROOF CLEANING DETAIL

ROOF CLEANING DETAIL

One nearly slipped off the roof,

I do declare forsooth…

They need safety belts

To avoid big welts,

I’d say this is the proof!

–Jonathan Caswell

RESERVE BUYING: SAD STORY

RESERVE BUYING:  SAD STORY

He wanted to buy a train

Lettered for “BOSTON AND MAINE”…

All the ones

Were limited runs

He never could catch again.

Considered as a purist,

He modeled a train for tourists…

“N” scale in fact,

He laid his track

Intentions were the demurest!

He found two coaches on-line,

On reserve he thought it fine…

To wait and see–

Eventually–

He said, “they could be mine.”

Meanwhile, for other things

He fancied, the register rings…

Sickness struck

And out of luck

He gave up his B & M dreams!

–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.

LITTLE DOG DRIPPING

LITTLE DOG DRIPPING

Fashionable sweater athwart,

A miniature stalwart…

Dripping snow melt

Loving hands felt,

While he was leaning to port.

Coming in from outside,

Braving a snowfall tide…

Leaving a mark

Out where cars park

And quickly returning inside!

–Jonathan Caswell