If his heart is quiet, I will not remain silent.
If he cannot find you here, Lord, he cannot find you anywhere.
He longs for Your beauty; show him your glory.
Till the day he sees Your face, Lord, never cease to pour out your grace.
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A Mountain’s Intercession
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übermensch
What if I embraced the decay?
Walked into what barred the way
Just became honest
About all the disgust…
Wash away the cheap makeup
Admit I’m messed up
That under the marker
There are scars growing darker
Darker than the void
That we all seek to avoid
Yet are helplessly trapped in
Too sick to take the medicine.
Underneath every “übermensch”
Lies humanity’s stench
Done with the game
Time to embrace the shame
Cause underneath every floored man
Is the ground where he once ran.
Deeper still is the soil
From which all trees toil
Till one so grew
Only to be hued
Only to be raised
To be by horror and beauty graced
As the übermensch bled.
Beneath every broken heart is splintered wood coated in dry blood through which the fullness of glory shines.
Pain is proof of the exchange.
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Nothing
What is my merit worth?
What shall I lack?
What is outside of His control?
What did we bring into this world?
What can we take from it?
What can I do in my own strength?
What good dwells in me?
What shall separate?
What is hidden from omnipresence?
What could make omnipotence fail?
What will omniscience forget?
What could make a loving Father cease to care?
What will make a faithful God forsake what is His?
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Anxiety
There is a sea
Anxiety
How it does swell
With waves so fell
But One can still,
For He is still,
King o'r the sea
Anxiety -
Navigating Fog
What now?
Where is the wind?
Where is the mountain?
What now?
What for?
Where is the destination?
Where is the progression?
What for?
The silence!
The fog, oh the fog!
Abandoned?
Broken?
Forgotten?
No, even still
There is Gravity.
There is ground.
And the Ground remains ever faithful.
Give thanks.
This.
This ground.
This ground is the Will.
Give thanks. -
Waves
Pulsing towards the shore
I see the dent of those gone before
I hasten in swelling might
With looming cliffs now in sight
Upon them I shall soon be bashed
In foaming spray I shall be dashed
Still the cliffs will bar the sea
Yet I will weaken the boundary
All for the sake of those behind -
A Late Autumn Day
As I observe the late autumn day
I see the trees in their longing sway
Though their glory has fallen away
Upward to the Sower do they pray
“Come oh, Lord, our withering stay
Come in endless, blessed ray.”
So shall I await the Day. -
Wisdom for the Seed
The tree of the field is wider and stronger
Than that of the forest, straining ever higher
There saplings suffocate
And fallen trunks disintegrate
Go not to crowded soil, it will not nourish
Go to forgotten fields, there you may flourish -
The Fall
As I sit and wait upon the snow
I watch the death of things that grow
The near winter wind weaves
Through branches bare of leaves
They that yet remain
Rattle on in shame
Sinking sun; dark and decay
The Fall but for a day -
Leafing
Budded, now soft My leaves spread before the warm sky Oh how spring does fly Exposed, now firm My leaves spread before the hot sky Oh how summer does fly Starved, now thin My leaves spread before the chilled sky Oh how autumn does fly Dead, now decayed My leaves spread rotting upon the frozen floor below shrouded sky Oh how does winter consume forever
H. J. Roderick 