Poems and Reflections from the Bible plus Translations of Russian Christian songs.
Wednesday, August 16, 2017
Look Not Around
O my soul, look not around
at waves and winds and storms and din;
the chasm wide—so yawning wide—
would sink your soul therein.
You cannot ignore such dreadful news,
the clamor of the day, the tumult all at play:
the ruckus screams with agitation,
blares its noise with fell frustration,
to sweep your calm and peace away.
Yet look not to the waves that roar,
the wind that howls and rains that pour;
look not to earth for peace of heart,
nor to your self for strength to chart
your way to peace and calm and more.
You look around; your soul will sink
like adamant through water to its grave;
Look instead to Him and think—
recall His mercy and love will save
you from your sins and bring you up to Him.
O my soul, consider Christ in fond affection:
His mercies and His love, His faithfulness thereof,
His redemption which spanned that yawning chasm wide,
that kept you far from Him and His blessings therein.
Look to Jesus who bids you rise and conquer in His name:
This Jesus who is risen and now in heaven given
a Name above all other names,
who with glory and holy beauty acclaimed,
who is our Path, our Goal, our Aim,
Directs and holds our hands and names us Forgiven—
He is your Peace, your Comfort, your sure Defense.
O my soul, in His Love let your life be hidden
till His Peace and Calm sweep all your cares away.
- D. Benning
Friday, July 22, 2016
In the Anxious Moments
In the anxious moments of confusion,
midst the hectic panic and delusion,
as the hope sinks low behind occlusion,
lean upon His arm.
In the trial of fiery furnace,
as the lessons come with added sternness,
as the angst of life concerns us,
lean upon His arm.
In the quiet of the long night,
filled with coldness as the Klondike
and a terror comes with strong fright,
lean upon His arm.
There He holds His children closely,
though the world will vex you grossly,
though the doubt hangs round morosely—
but none can touch you there.
Lean upon His arms of healing,
know His peace and love revealing;
at His Throne of mercy kneeling,
upheld by His almighty arm.
- D. Benning
Wednesday, August 26, 2015
A Sonnet of the Woods
The gentle whisp'rings of that quiet place
Is filled with peace for all who there seek good
And quietness of heart from Love's embrace.
The dark'ning canopiƩd tree tops tall
Stretch forth their boughs as if to catch the sun;
While far off music from a waterfall
Enjoins itself to deep'ning night as one.
Upon the canvas of the fluid sky,
An Artist paints the changing hues of eve,
Which caught upon the stream intensify
And upward bent with clouds a vestment weave.
Then with parting glance and silent tear,
The earth now slumbers in a sunless sphere.
- D. Benning (Spring, 1978)
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| Technically, this is a sunrise overlooking Emerald Bay at Lake Tahoe. |
Monday, August 24, 2015
Nightfall
The sun is slipping silently
Off the Western edge of night,
Gentle breezes stir the cool, dark grasses,
And crickets chirp in dimming light.
The sky in majesty of hues
Shows its changing colors to the earth,
And stars in uncharted courses
Whisper of another day—rebirth.
The weariness of this day's hassles
Fades against the thought so great:
That God would send His Son to die—
For me! My punishment to take!
So gently close my eyes, Dear Lord,
That my cares in sleep are washed away;
When Darkness comes around me deep,
Bring me the hope of another day.
- D. Benning
Friday, August 10, 2007
God's Perfect Peace
and keep you;
and be gracious to you;
and give you peace."







