HAVE I?

February 24, 2019 - Leave a Response

Have I?

Have I done it?

Have I done it all?

There was the copter

Flying over green fields

In the warm, quiet breeze.

Visually, sensually fulfilling my dreams.

Watching the cows and goats

Meandering about their grazing grasses,

Placid lakes replenished by crystal streams.

Travels through ancient French villages

Speaking broken Lanqueduc

To the artisans and shopkeepers

Drinking liquid fermented grape fragrance,

Breads garnished with Camembert.

Perusing fields of violets

Basking before an emptied monastery

Wooden pens taking shape on an old lathe

Turns, curves, tenons, develop beneath the iron lathe tool

Polished to satin sheen

Sanded and waxed with certainty

To its final becoming form,

To hold, caress, scribble

Memorable, persistent sonnets

To that special, only loved one.

The year of Fencing

Fast and artful footing

Brandishing the slender silver sword

Deftly, adroitly, for that final flourish

Landing at its devilish destination,

Marking the ultimate winning stroke.

Daily read His holy Scriptures

Written for me for contemplation

Marked with heavenly meditation

In constant expectation

Of eternal life in His midst

Living in that glorious room

Built for me in his Wondrous kingdom.

I await Your calling

To Eternity.

Jon jacobs 2015

Breakin’ Out – Lenten Meditation

April 15, 2017 - Leave a Response

Lenten Meditation “Breakin’ Out”

BREAKIN’ OUT

It started out as a good day,
A Friday I believe it was.
It was just another weekend
To “billow our sails” as it oft does.
Then came along this “Jesus” thing
I gathered from flappin’ jaws
He was “just another madman,
Dyin’ for a silly cause.”
Another band of followers,
Scraggly, poor misguided and blind
You’d think they’d see clear through him,
His scheme and purpose behind
All his syrupy kindness,
The miracles and stuff-
But as the floggings weakened him
You could see he wasn’t that tough.

Although it was somewhat curious
The manner this person held
After being beat and spat upon
His fiery eyes “Love” spelled.
For many stood by watching-
I felt sorry for the chap
Especially when they donned him
With the robe and thorny cap.
I remember quite clearly
My own mouth parched and dried;
The thirst I knew was his own
Dragging the tree undignified.

Thank goodness for those women
Weeping loudly there close by.
They at least had a chance to help him
And wiped his sweat-face dry.
There was another Godsend;
Simon, I think his name ran;
A passer-by, pressed into service.
What an ill-chosen man.
Then I’ve often pondered
That there may have been a “glue,”
A mysterious force of love, or such,
That welded the hearts of the two.

There we were, trudging along now,
Up to the hill of the Skull.
We all knew what was at the top-
In the mayhem there was a slight lull.
I heard one stander-by’s deep gasp
As they laid him on the tree–
“Why are they nailing him alone?
Why not just tie all three?”
The soldiers pounded those fat wrist nails.
It was apparent they must be assured
That this Jesus whom they crucified
For all time would be secured.

When I saw this innocent young man
My heart began to boil
As they lifted him high in agony,
My mind in fierce turmoil!
Just for a split second there
I saw him looking at me
Out of the crowds around us
Into MY heart he could see.
Open the window of your soul,
Close your eyes for a moment or two.
See those pained, kind eyes of Jesus
Looking you through and through.
“I never did great wrongs, dear Sir”
“Yes, but you’re far from me–
Come closer, I’ll give you joy and peace
And set your bound heart free.”

Right then my palms began to sweat
I could see that he was right.
Where was the joy, the peace, the hope
I’d fought for with all my might?
His searching gaze as I beheld
Said plain enough to me
“Come closer, I’ve done all the work
Give me YOU, and I’ll set you free.”
That’s what I did midst the bustling noise
As I saw him drinking the gall.
“Take my angry, selfish ‘me’–
Just as I am” – and He took it all.

I hung around till just before three,
The crowds had all gone but a few.
A storm was blackening the skies.
A threatening uneasiness grew.
For the first time in a while He spoke-
“Forgive them. They know not what they do”
As in a cry of deep anguish
He began shouting Psalm Twenty-Two.
He looked at his mother
And a man named John,
And afterwards gazed at me.
“It is finished,” He gasped in his final breath
But I knew that’s not all there’d be.

The lightning, the clouds and the furious rain,
The ground shaking under my feet,
Are all but a lost, fading memory
As I went over to take my seat
Beside John and His mother Mary,
Where we sat for the rest of the day,
Crying, sobbing and searching
For words–but there was nothing to say.

I helped them take Him down from the cross
Carrying him to the tomb.
We heaved and shoved this huge round rock
To seal off that precious room
Where all my life’s past doubts were laid,
And all my future’s dreams,
For I had given away my heart…
My loves, my worries, and schemes.
I knew that something more must come,
Just what I couldn’t tell.
All Saturday we moped around
And, I’m sure felt a taste of Hell.
The doubts, the fears and loneliness
Threatened to choke our light.
Where would we go, what would we do?
“Father, hear us in our plight!”

That night’s sleep was a fitful one,
Must have waked a dozen times.
But finally came the Sunday dawn
Roused by the temple chimes.
As I got dressed and ready to go
There was a frantic knock at the door.
Mary, hysterically happy with joy,
Cried, “Jesus’ body–it is no more!”
It was hard to make sense of her scattered words.
Thank goodness for Peter and John,
Who both appeared at that very moment
Confirming the body was gone.

I didn’t know to be joyous or sad
Till they explained just what it meant:
“He said that in three days He’d rise’,
He’s finally Death’s bonds rent!”
I am not sure how that spoke to them,
I know what it said to me.
That short time I looked into his eyes
And gave all, had set me free.
Not that it was me at all,
It was He who lured me in.
It was He who gave my heart the call,
And He who broke my sin.

Many years have past since that day
Yet I’m as close right now
To Jesus as I was back then
When I close my eyes and bow.
I can feel Him in the very room–
A Peace just permeates all.
My heart begins to burn like fire
When I’m quiet to hear His call.
He is the Risen Lord, indeed,
He’s conquered death and sin
And vitally important for me
He’s set all aright within.

Jon Jacobs.
(c) 2011

Have I?

December 24, 2016 - Leave a Response

Have I? 
Have I done it? 

Have I done it all?

There was the copter

Flying over green fields

In the warm, quiet breeze. 

Visually, sensually fulfilling my   

       dreams. 

Watching the cows and goats 

Meandering about their grazing 

      grasses, 

Placid lakes replenished by crystal 

      streams. 
Travels through ancient French 

     Villages

Speaking broken Lanqueduc 

To The artisans and shopkeepers

Drinking liquid fermented grape 

     fragrance, 

Breads garnished with Camembert.

Perusing fields of violets 

Basking before an emptied monastery
Wooden pens taking shape on an old 

   Lathe

Turns, curves, tenons, develop 

     beneath the iron lathe tool

Polished to satin sheen

Sanded and waxed with certainty

To its final becoming form,

To hold, caress, scribble 

Memorable, persistent sonnets

To that special, only loved one.
The year of Fencing

Fast and artful footing

Brandishing the slender silver sword

Deftly, adroitly, for that final flourish

Landing at its devilish destination,

Marking the ultimate winning stroke.
Daily read His holy Scriptures

Written for me for contemplation

Marked with heavenly meditation

In constant expectation

Of eternal life in His midst

Living in that glorious room

Built for me in his Wondrous kingdom.

I await Your calling 

To Eternity.

  • Johnkul007 2015

September 11

September 11, 2016 - Leave a Response

SEPTEMBER 11TH

September 11, the radical operation
On a country infected by a silent disease
The scalpel that carved out a cancer:
The indifference of our souls

Smoke billowed heavenward,
Prayers crying for comfort
For answers to why
From the towers pierced
By our own supreme technology.

Blind cataracts of our mundane milieu
Crumbled in those early hours.
Days we cried for reasons
Of unanswerable horrors
Inflicted by an entity yet unknown

Who is my brother?
He who raced into the buildings
He who sifted through the ashes
Weeping for those he never knew
The brave who stood up to terror in the sky
Men, women, who now stand vigilant as protectors

Amber waves of grain,
Her purple mountains
A nation grounded on God’s love
America gathers a people once again
United in bonded brotherhood
We will ever stand firm

Johnkul007. 10/20/12

A Day without Her

July 24, 2015 - Leave a Response
A Day Without Her
A day without her is an eclipse
Shrouded umbrance without sunshine
A parched journey
Into desert wasteland
Seeing as a colorblind man
Watching the brilliance of a rainbow
Perceiving only variegations of brown
It is to travel under clouds
To feel cold rain on dry skin,
Shiver without arms to warm and caress,
To long without fulfillment
A gnawing emptiness etching a clay heart
Is a journey into unknowing
Without hope for the future
Reminded only of past’s bliss
It is unbearable
It is unrequited love
I love her as an eternal soul mate
None other can take her place
None other ever will.
                  jon jacobs

EYES

July 24, 2015 - Leave a Response
EYES
Your eyes cannot your love
     disguise
Nor hands belie gentle moods
Your very breath in syncopated
     sighs
Moves in concert with heaving
      breast, exudes
Your very soul, peninsular and
      surrounded
With all the seas that mold your
      mortal being,
Shape the tenderness expounded
By your smile, your passion, your
     joy beyond all seeing.
Who shall receive this packet,
     rich and fair?
Would he be worthy of the golden
      balm
Extruding from every pore and
     without care
Heals those whose fortunes
     summon stroking palm
Inebriating sentences long ago
     forgot
To pacify the ills that strangle
     future’s calm?
I am he who seeks that longing
     gaze
To encumber me with all of you
That I am not worthy to embrace
Living eternally with never the
     thought of final adieu
                   jon jacobs

Forlorn Search

March 18, 2015 - Leave a Response
Forlorn Search

My days are filled 

With hours 
Of cluttered symbolism,
Hasty desires.
They mean nothing.
All simultaneously 
Clutter so closely 
That I am driven,
Salivating for them.
The meaningless of life.
Rip your heart open
Pour out the blackness,
The slime…
Invite pure joy
Infinite fullness
To envelope 
To caress
The Who
That you are. 
Finally Eternally grateful
I may rest 
In eternal peace.
jon jacobs. 3/17/15

Forlorn Search My days are filled  With hours  Of cluttered symbolism, Hasty desires. They mean nothing. All simultaneously  Clutter so closely  That I am driven, Salivating for them. The meaningless of life. Rip your heart open Pour out the blackness, The slime… Invite pure joy Infinite fullness To envelope  To caress The Who That you […]

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Forlorn Search

March 18, 2015 - One Response

Beachcomber

October 30, 2014 - Leave a Response

Beachcomber

You captivate me
Like the sound of the sea,
Engulf me
As the rolling waves,
Fly high above me
Free as the Seagulls,
Lie beneath me
As my foundation,
The very sands of the earth.
You turned gently beside me
The heavy velour shirt and pants
Covering your softness.
I crushed your contour with my fingertip… Lightly
You dozed… I snuggled. Sometime in the night
You got up and looked at the.
stars.
I looked at you.
You dozed… I snuggled.
Hours I lay next to you
Kissing lightly, stroking softly
You wiggled… I snuggled.
I remember dawn creeping over
the ocean
Seeing your beauty in the first
light.
Finally I rolled toward you
Burying my face on your neck
You rolled onto your back.
I hovered over you
Like a summer fog.

Roses

October 30, 2014 - Leave a Response

ROSES

A thousand roses would I give you,
Buy the whole red fragrant field
In some fair glen
To seal your heart
Set it afire and amend
The hurts, the wounds
The tears I’ve served
Sweet melody, golden lass
Hues of cream and primrose mingled
Draped in ivory silk for skin
It is you I smell and feel
And talk to in my dreams
You I dance with my whole life through
Come dance with me…