Will They Remember?

This is written from the thoughts of Rahab as she awaits the return of Joshua’s spies. She just wants to be remembered by the spies, little does she know that she will be remembered forever in the royal line of David.

Will They Remember?

Will they remember?
Will they keep their word?

I’ve risked everything helping these men,
I’ve given myself over to them in trust
I don’t know if they are worthy,
But I am hopeful that they are different

The men that I am used to are not kind,
They are selfish and needy
They take advantage of what I offer

And I let it happen, I allow it

My livelihood is less than reputable
But someone has to put food on the table
My heart is callous and closed,
My trust in the world is non-existent
Quiet desperation consumes my days
Things aren’t supposed to be like this

Yearning and forlorn I hope for a change
Ashamed and embarrassed, I am in need
A radical reversal of reality is my desire,
I cannot explain why I have hope
Other than the character of my recent visitors

The king and his men know that I’ve lied
They searched my property top to bottom
If they discover what I’ve done,
There will be no saving me

Alas, I wait with anxiety and unfulfilled expectation
The future is unknown, but I look forward to it
I want a change, a transformation
Of my life and surroundings

I’ve kept my word…
But will I be remembered?

– Porter C. Taylor
March 2, 2012

Joshua the Successor

Today is my son’s third birthday. Hard to believe that he’s already three! His name is Joshua and this poem was written a few weeks before he was born. My prayer for him is that he too would stand strong and courageous before the LORD and that he would be able to say, “As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord!” Happy birthday sweet boy!

Joshua

How do you take over for a giant?
How do you replace the prophet who led the people out?
The task before me is great, perhaps too great
It was one thing to enter into the land of the giants
Quite another to step the giant’s spotlight

I am but a servant to YHWH, to the deliverer and redeemer
His will, way and reign are my call to action
My heart is full of his words, my thoughts of his glory
The covenant He has made is my very existence
No matter the cost, no matter the call
I will obey. I choose, today, to be faithful

For years Moses has been my leader, my mentor
I scaled the slopes of Sinai as he met with the Lord
I heard the children of Israel dancing before the calf
I knew that there was something wrong
I’ve walked with Moses and seen how YHWH walked with him
YHWH would never leave him nor forsake him
Will it be the same with me?
Will the anointing stay or go?
Will the LORD walk with us or abandon?

I know in my heart of hearts that the LORD will stay
I know that the LORD is faithful to his people,
To those with whom he has made covenant
But the fear and terror that sets in cannot be ignored
It is not all-powerful, but it is full of power
I need the LORD to give me strength
I need him to give me courage
I need him to go with me wherever I go

Watch over me, O God, and guide my steps
Lead me God of my forefathers and keep me in your covenant
Use me as your anointed one and bring me into the land
Be with me as you were with him
Stand next to me and show me your glory

– Porter C. Taylor
March 7, 2012

The Golden Calf

A poem that I wrote back in 2012 from the perspective of the Golden Calf in Exodus 32.

The Golden Calf

Shimmering, sparkling, gleaming, beaming,
My light for eyes to see
Dancing, singing, shouting, praising
Israel in front of me
Swirling, twirling, whirling, hurling,
Joyous revelry at my feet
Clapping, jumping, crying, praying
In rhythm with the beat

My self-awareness is little and my history short
I’ve not been around long, and am on my way out
I was created by man out of God’s gifts
I was forged in the fire with holy metal

The leader was not to be seen
He had disappeared for over a month
The people grew desperate, they were longing
For someone or something to praise
For someone or something to lead
The leader’s brother knew not what to do
He collected God’s gold in a frenzy
He set to work and formed me in flame
I was the beauty that erupted
The dazzling display for all to see

The people were full of joy, they had hope
Not in their God but in their god
Deep down they knew their efforts were folly
But their feelings were irrational
I knew that this was wrong, that I was an idol
All creatures of our God and King
Lift up our voices and hear us sing

My eyes were pointing heavenward, my heart crying
Even as the people used and abused me
The leader came down the mountain, his anger ablaze
I could feel his furor vibrating through the valley
How glad I was that he rebuked the people
How glad I was to be returned to my purpose
I am the gift of God to the people of God
I am the gold given in release from Egypt
I am not worthy of praise, indeed I am praise
May the Maker forgive me and the people
May the Creator still consider me blessed
I want to dazzle and gleam for his holy name

Dancing, singing, shouting, praising,
That’s what is due the King
Melting, molding, burning, purifying,
I am but a thing

– Porter C Taylor
March 2, 2012

Over All

I enjoy reading poetry–duh, I’m a liturgy need! I’ve also made an attempt or two at composing some poems myself. Here is a poem titled “Over All.”

This is not the way it was supposed to be.
Things were intended to be different.
Death and darkness, storm and shadow
Chaos and chronic dissatisfaction whirling around us
Running, ruling, reigning our lives.

Or are they?

You are LORD over all things
You are the one, the only

Creativity and grace, beauty and mercy
Your will and your way
You are truly our shield, our protection
Though the waters rise and the fires rage,
Your love cannot be quenched.

The world will be put to rights.
All things are to be reconciled
You will make all things new
You reign. You restore. You satisfy.

– Porter C. Taylor
January 15, 2012