Thursday, February 28, 2013

Persistent, Patient Savior

(Knock) "I'm desperately alone."
(Knock) "Distracted on the phone."
(Knock) "Mind's confused, unclear"
(Knock) "Overwhelmed, filled with fear,"
(Knock) "Guilt destroying me."
(Knock) "Sin blurring what I see."
(Knock) "Unstable, consumed with doubt.
(Knock) "I want escape, freedom, out."

I have hope
I Repent
I Believe
I have forgiveness.

By Curtis G. Audet, © 2013, All rights reserved.
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Author notes

Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me.

Revelation 3:15-22

“‘I know your works: you are neither cold nor hot. Would that you were either cold or hot! So, because you are lukewarm, and neither hot nor cold, I will spit you out of my mouth. For you say, I am rich, I have prospered, and I need nothing, not realizing that you are wretched, pitiable, poor, blind, and naked. I counsel you to buy from me gold refined by fire, so that you may be rich, and white garments so that you may clothe yourself and the shame of your nakedness may not be seen, and salve to anoint your eyes, so that you may see. Those whom I love, I reprove and discipline, so be zealous and repent.

Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me.

The one who conquers, I will grant him to sit with me on my throne, as I also conquered and sat down with my Father on his throne. He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches.’”

Ripton's Roar

Winter's cold,
but not cold enough to stop the flow
of Ripton's river old.

Out of sight,
still I can hear the water singing
as it runs with might.

Rocks abound
and liquid chords are played
as it flows around.

Sudden falls
great heights drum Ripton's roar
in nature's melodic calls.

Parallel road
runs down and along the river
hearing all that's told.

Ears hear
river ever telling of creator's glory
quelling my lonely fear.
Route 125 is the state highway connecting Route 7 on the west side of the mountain and Route 100 on the east side of the mountain. Ripton, Vermont is the tiny town at the top of the mountain, just south of an area known as "Robert Frost Mountain". Middlebury River is a beautiful mountain river running along the road.

Face Flush As Drinks Rush (Haiku)

face flush as drinks rush
down throat; bitter bites and stings
like an asp in end


Wisdom from Proverbs 23:29-35

Who has woe? Who has sorrow?
Who has strife? Who has complaining?
Who has wounds without cause? Who has redness of eyes?
Those who tarry long over wine;
those who go to try mixed wine.
Do not look at wine when it is red,
when it sparkles in the cup and goes down smoothly.
In the end it bites like a serpent and stings like an adder.
Your eyes will see strange things,
and your heart utter perverse things.
You will be like one who lies down in the midst of the sea,
like one who lies on the top of a mast.
“They struck me,” you will say,[i] “but I was not hurt;
they beat me, but I did not feel it.
When shall I awake?
I must have another drink.”

Aquarium Lives (Haiku)

Aquarium lives
bursting with colors orange
illumines my life


As I have received the call to father my four growing boys;
I have listened to tales by my precious wife of many years
With shaking soul she's often told me through her hurting tears
As an innocent child, wretched men treated her as their toys.

Some men she did not know, but they were not the first
They came along as she tried to find meaning in this life
In the beginning her trust betrayed, found shattered strife
Those called to protect her; treasonously were the worst.

As a man, I know about the sexual passion and the drive;
But I cannot fathom or accept the raping of a precious girl
Blindly selfish, tipping and turning upside down her world.
like disjointed verses of poems I observed in my lady's life.

Cinema often tries to tell the story, but may just fuel the fire
showing to our eyes the core level pain through bitter eyes
the sensuality and rawness, may entice the lust in selfish minds
boring deeper the desperate trouble in which our world is mired.

A father's calling is greater than an ocean, redwood or eternity
A calling, an appointing, a charge that cannot be lightly used
Will this man hold and love and care? Or will he hurt and abuse?
Who called you, O man, to love your girls and women you see?

God is our Father; revealed In His Word: loving, tender and kind.
Meant among His innumerable qualities to model for us a man;
And show us how to love, to protect, to value the best that we can.
Who among you men will embrace the call; courage and honor find?

Monday, February 25, 2013

Heart Presenting In (Haiku)

Heart presenting in
an odyssey begun with ring
no start and no end

The Seven Sons of Sceva

1. There were seven sons of Sceva who went from place to place,
Appealing against demonic spirits, commanding evil face to face!
"We command you by the name of Jesus, who is preached of by this Paul:
Depart from the lives of these helpless ones, leave one and all!"
And the spirits answered simply, for they knew Christ and Paul,
"Tell us who are you sons of Sceva? We don't know you at all!"

Evil is he who after your soul; evil is he who won't let you go!
But greater is He who is in your heart, than he who's in the world.

2. For the seven sons of Sceva, had not known Him personally,
this Jesus Christ whose authority, they used so foolishly.
The demons truly understood that these men had no power,
So they overcame and subdued them, even within the hour!
Then they drove the men out naked, wounded and disgraced;
all because they knew not God, their efforts were laid to waste!

Evil is he who after your soul; evil is he who won't let you go!
But greater is He who is in your heart, than he who's in the world.

3. Like the seven sons of Sceva, we often do the same.
We don't draw very near to God, therefore we fall back in shame,
Because we lack the strength to face them who strongly want our soul;
The Way of Christ is cleary shown us, yet there remains a tragic hole.
So before you stand to oppose the devil, drop down on bended knees,
Submit yourself therefore to Almighty God, only then, will Satan flee!

Evil is he who after your soul; evil is he who won't let you go!
But greater is He who is in your heart, than he who's in the world.

So devote yourself to Lord in prayer, draw yourself where the Lord is near,
Then stand against the arrows of Satan, and He will flee from you!


In 1989 I wrote a song, "The Seven Sons Of Sceva" out of the story found in Acts 19:13-16. I made up the tune, and then a good friend, Faith Beam (now, Faith Wilson) put the song above to a written tune.

Acts 19:13-16 -13 "Then some of the itinerant Jewish exorcists undertook to invoke the name of the Lord Jesus over those who had evil spirits, saying, “I adjure you by the Jesus whom Paul proclaims.” Seven sons of a Jewish high priest named Sceva were doing this. But the evil spirit answered them, “Jesus I know, and Paul I recognize, but who are you?” And the man in whom was the evil spirit leaped on them, mastered all[a] of them and overpowered them, so that they fled out of that house naked and wounded.