Tuesday, February 27, 2024

"Beautiful"

 A-Poem-a-Day Until Resurrection Day


There's a song that Marty Goetz sings

titled "The Love of God," in which it says,

"Do you see, on that tree, the love of God?"

Do you see it?

It's beautiful...


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BEAUTIFUL

 

It’s not a pretty sight -

It’s beautiful.

            Crimson streaming

            From His crown

                        Hands,

                                    Side,

                                                Feet,

            Onto my head,

                        Flowing down my face,

                                    Over my body,

                                                Covering my feet,

                                                            Making me whiter than snow.

 

It’s not a pretty sight -

It’s beautiful.

            It’s agony.

            He calls for His Father,

            Writhes, gasps, thirsts.

 

                        Oh, the weighty burden

                        Of sin upon the Sinless One,

                                    The world’s,

                                                Mine,

                                                            Yours.

 

            Agony,

            Ushering the covenant of salvation -

                        The world’s,

                                    Mine,

                                                Yours.

 

It’s not a pretty sight -

It’s beautiful.


            It is finished.

            They take Him down

                        From the good and terrible Cross.

            Hastily,

                        They place Him in the tomb.

            Securely,

                        They seal the rolling stone.

                        They guard His grave

                                    In awesome,

                                                Tremulous,

                                                            Expectant

                                                                        Stillness.

 

It’s not a pretty sight -

It’s beautiful.

            His Body, gone.

                        Gone!  With power

                        In one resplendent moment -

                        Seal broken,

                                    Stone rolled,

                                                Earth jolted on its axis.

 

                        Angels appear, hallowing -

                                    Alleluia!  Alleluia!

                                                He is risen!

 

                                                            We live

                                                            Because He lives.

 

                                                                                    Oh! He is beautiful.

                                                                                    Beautiful.

 

Maude Carolan


Monday, February 26, 2024

"Yeshua"

 A-Poem-a-Day Until Resurrection Day

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YESHUA[1]

 

Yeshua

Yes You are

The Miraculous Offspring

Of I Am

 

Yeshua

Yes You are

The Paschal

Lamb

 

Yeshua

Our Atonement

Flowed down

Crossed

Wooden beams

 

surrendered Life

Became

Our Great Salvation

 

Yes it did

 

Suffering Servant

Lion of Judah

Sar ha Shalom[2]

 

Yeshua

Yes You are

Ha Mashiach[3]

 

Yes!

 

You Are.

 

Maude Carolan



[1] Hebrew for Jesus

[2] Hebrew for Prince of Peace

[3] Hebrew for the Messiah



Here I am

with a copy of my book,

"Behold the Lamb...poetically!"

by Maude Carolan Pych.

You can order it online

at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, CBD, etc.


www.maudecarolanpych.net

Sunday, February 25, 2024

"The Lamb Thread"

 A-Poem-a-Day Until Resurrection Day


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THE LAMB THREAD

Inspired by the April 2, 2021 message

delivered by Messianic Rabbi Jonathan Cahn

at Beth Israel Worship Center, Wayne, NJ.

 

Rabbi Jonathan delivers

his Good Friday message

with passion that is contagious

and just happens to be

about my favorite thread

in Scripture…the Lamb

 

He begins in Genesis 22

where lamb and love

are mentioned for the first time

It’s that mind-blowing chapter

when God put Abraham to the test

by telling him to sacrifice his only son

whom he loved, as a burnt offering

on Mount Moriah

 

so Abraham bound Isaac

and obediently raised

the glinting blade above the boy

but was stopped by the angel of the Lord

 

God provided

a substitute sacrifice that day

a ram—

 

Abraham named that place

Jehovah Jireh, God will provide

and in the fullness of time

God does provide a Lamb

on that very same mountain

 

I follow my rabbi’s thread

to Exodus 12, the Passover

as the Lord brought His people

out of bondage in Egypt

and saved them by the blood of the lamb

 

then listen as he speaks of sacrifices

in Exodus, Leviticus, Numbers

and the cleansing blood sprinkled

upon the mercy seat by the high priest

every year, on the Day of Atonement

 

The mystery continues to unravel

in Isaiah 53 with the astonishing foretelling

of the sacrifice of the Suffering Servant

 

Who was…pierced through for our transgressions

Who was crushed for our iniquities…

 

Who…Like a lamb that is led to the slaughter

and like a sheep that is silent

before its shearers…He did not open His mouth

 

The thread weaves its way to Daniel 9

the mystery of the Seventy Weeks

and the coming of Messiah

Who would be cut off/Crucified

 

I follow along, eagerly

flipping through pages of the Gospels

and listen afresh as John the Baptist proclaims

 

Behold the Lamb of God

Who takes away the sin of the world

 

remembering, the place, in the land of Moriah

where Abraham nearly sacrificed his son

is the very same location

as the Place of the Skull, Golgotha

where the Lamb God provided

was Crucified and died

 

Enthusiasm rises in Rabbi’s voice

and in my heart as he nears the end

of the thread that runs so true

without any loose ends

all throughout the Scriptures

 

He sums up his message

in the Book of Revelation

as the voice of many angels proclaim

 

Worthy is the Lamb that was slain

to receive power and riches and wisdom

and might and honor and glory and blessing

 

where resplendently jeweled

the New Jerusalem comes down out of Heaven

shining with the glory of God

 

where God Almighty and the Lamb

are its temple and the lamp is the Lamb

 

Hallelujah! Praise God Almighty—

 

God has provided His Glorious Lamb…for us!

 

Maude Carolan Pych





Saturday, February 24, 2024

"The Cross I Wear"

 A-Poem-a-Day Until Resurrection Day

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THE CROSS I WEAR

“For God so loved the world, that He gave

His only begotten Son, that whoever believes

in Him shall not perish, but have eternal life.”

John 3:16 NASB

 

I have a little cross I wear

on a chain around my neck

It was a birthday gift

from my husband

 

The cross is gold, studded

with tiny diamonds

and a sapphire

 

It’s precious to me

beautiful to look at

and beautiful

for what it represents—

the death of My Savior

 

Ironic, isn’t it?

 

Ironic, like Good Friday

that something so exquisite

should remind me

of cruel injustice

excruciating suffering—

the Crucifixion of Jesus

Our Spotless Passover Lamb

 

Yet I actually do find it beautiful

because Jesus’ death on the Cross

is the fulfillment of John 3:16—

the purpose of God

from all eternity

 

It atoned for my sins

and yours

and culminated

with His glorious Resurrection

 

and that Resurrection

assures us of God’s promise

of life in Heaven forevermore

 

Nothing could be more

Beautiful

 

Maude Carolan Pych


 

Friday, February 23, 2024

"Mary"

A-Poem-a-Day Until Resurrection Day

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MARY

 

She was a real maiden

gracious and virtuous

so she trembled

as any girl might

at an angel’s visit

But she had real faith

in a real God

and she said, “Yes.”

 

She was a real woman

not blue-gowned in plaster

A poor carpenter’s wife

not an artist’s rendering

gilded and haloed

She bulged big with child

as she rode astride an ass

and during her real travail

brought forth a baby

in a Bethlehem stable

 

She was a real mother

He was a real son

She nursed him

changed him

bathed and cradled him

as any mother would

She smiled at his first word

saw him take his first step

and when he fell

and scraped his tender knees

she washed away blood

not yet deemed Precious

and soothed him

with soft lullabies

 

When he was twelve

and they discovered

he was missing

as they traveled home

after the Passover

she was anxious

as any mother would be

and heaved a great sigh

when they found him, safe

in the temple courts

 

Yes, she was a real mom

and he was a real son

so, it’s not surprising

it was she

who sensed his power

she who encouraged him to act

at the wedding feast

when wine stopped flowing

for she knew

she just knew…

 

and she was real

at the Crossbeams

Simeon had told her

long, long ago

a sword would pierce her

Though hers be bloodless

it penetrated sharp

and deep, as truly

as the gaping wounds

she now was powerless

to soothe

 

He looked down

from His agony

into hers—

gave her to mother

his friend

gave his friend

to be her son

 

It was always about love

 

She was a real mom

He is the real Savior

 

Maude Carolan



"Behold the Lamb...poetically"

by Maude Carolan Pych

is available online

at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, CBD, etc.


www.maudecarolanpych.net

Thursday, February 22, 2024

"Sometimes I Wish..."

 A-Poem-a-Day Until Resurrection Day


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SOMETIMES I WISH…

A Prayer of Thanksgiving to my Savior

 

How can I tell

how can I show

how grateful I am

that You are my Savior?

 

Sometimes I wish

it were possible to

leave the roast in the oven

the suds in the sink

 

and follow my heart’s cry

to the land of the Bible

to climb Calvary’s hill

in beautiful Zion

 

Oh! If it were possible—

 

I’d fall to my knees

at the foot of the Cross

and wrap my arms tightly

‘round its stained wooden base

 

and press a trembling cheek

against the old splintered grain

and thank You for Love

so wide and so deep

beyond what I can fathom

 

then I’d kiss it and weep

kiss it and weep

 

and whisper, I love You

from the depths of my being

for I’m eternally grateful

Jesus, My Lord

 

Maude Carolan Pych

Wednesday, February 21, 2024

"The Scrapbook Grandma Made for Me."

 A-Poem-a-Day Until Resurrection Day



THE SCRAPBOOK GRANDMA MADE FOR ME

 

I picked up my grandchildren

at Saint Mary’s elementary school

They tossed their heavy backpacks

into the back of the car

got in and fastened their seatbelts

They know the routine—

don’t need to be reminded anymore

 

As we drove off

I could hear them in the back seat

talking about Lent and fasting

Dean and Alana gave up electronics

Their big brother Logan

now in high school

gave up chocolate

Dean asked, “Grandma

what did you give up?”

 

I told Dean I didn’t give up

anything this Lent, instead

I give Jesus a gift of new poems—

Some days I spend quiet time

writing poems that give glory to Him

and every day I post

a Lenten poem on my blog

Dean said, “Wow! That’s a lot

of poems, Grandma!”

 

I explained that it’s perfectly fine

to give up things for 40 days, but

sometimes people do other things

like donating to a charity

or visiting the sick

or baking cookies for an elderly neighbor

anything that draws them closer to God

 

Then I thought about my own grandmother—

She lived next door

when I was growing up

Grandma loved the Lord

and often talked to me about Him

She even made me a special scrapbook

with a cardboard cover

that she decorated with flowers

she carefully cut

from a Burpee seed catalog

The scrapbook contained pictures of children

kittens and puppies, and Howdy Doody

but more importantly, it contained

the 11 chapter story by Charles Dickens

that he wrote for his children in the 1840s

called, The Life of Our Lord

The story was published as a serial

in the Paterson Morning Call, in the 1950s

 

I still have that scrapbook

still appreciate that Grandma took the time

to make it just for me

 

It’s the kind of thing grandmas do—

Important things like that

 

Maude Carolan Pych


Here I am with a copy of my book,
"Behold the Lamb...poetically!"
It's a compilation of poems about
the Birth, Death, and Resurrection of Jesus,
written over a span of 30 years.
The book is available online
at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, CBD, etc.

www.maudecarolanpych.net