"We all die," she told herself, "sooner or later."
And she cried.
"The sharp colors hurt my eyes,"
The jade plant leaned toward the window, to suck up all the light, leaving a soft amber glow in the shadows.
"Perhaps that is where the healing is," she thought, "perhaps it has been there all along."
I lost a friend yesterday. Although we had never met, I knew her through her poetry and the pictures that she colored when she was depressed. She called it color therapy. Rachel was a kind and sensitive person. Her poetry was beautiful and hopeful, and her pictures were too. I am sad when I think that I won't see them anymore.
I look for the colors
you left behind
So what do you do with that hole in your heart?
"But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed."
Isaiah 53:5 NIV
Jesus was, is, and always will be our healer. He heals us physically, emotionally, and spiritually. He healed us when He lived among us, He healed us when He died on a cross bearing our sin as His own, and He healed us once and for all when He said "It is finished."
Jesus was buried, but not for long. On that third day, He rose again. His tomb was and is still empty! And we, as believers, will live again!
And no, the disciples did not steal his body, do you think they could have fought off a Roman guard and rolled a two ton stone away from the grave, and then carried a dead body with one hundred pounds of embalming spices without anyone seeing them, ...to where?
They thought that it was the end when Jesus died, they didn't know he was gonna get back up out of that grave.
They were wanted men, a threat to the religious establishment, a threat to the Roman empire...
All they wanted to do was fade into the woodwork and go back to fishing...
But Jesus had other plans...
"I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in Me, though he may die, he shall live. And whoever lives and believes in Me shall never die. Do you believe this?"
John 11:25-26 NKJV
That is the question...
What about the Jade plant? Take a close look. It has seen better days. It is scarred and beaten and yet it has life. And just as it sucked up all of the light producing a place of healing, a soft amber glow, so does Jesus. The one who was, and is, and is to come. The one who is eternal.
So be happy! When death comes knocking at your door, and you can be sure that he will, spit in his eye. Because Jesus came to Save, and when you believe in Him you will live forever!
dancing with colors
I can only imagine
Until next week,
PS Oh death, where is your sting?
Didn't I tell you?
all you gotta do is call
Nothing can separate us from the love of God!
hangin' out with
the usual suspects
In the most unlikely places
I saw this in the grocery store last night. Keith Richards on the magazine rack and Jesus less than a yardstick away. I knew I had been given a gift, so I grabbed my camera and started taking pictures. There was a haiku in there somewhere.
It came to me fast, the imaginary conversation between Keith and Jesus. Actually the conversation was pretty much one-sided, but when God speaks, it is usually polite to just be quiet and listen. And what did Jesus say?
"I am here, even if you can't see me because I'm three magazines to your left, and we are both facing forward." (Of course Jesus can see everything, all the time, but that's neither here nor there). "Just call me, Keith! When you are ready! I can hear you, even without a phone!"
Of course I'm joking...
Jesus is everywhere, all the time, 24/7. And he is ready to listen. Really, all you have to do is call. A simple, "Jesus help!"
And you don't even have to speak. He knows your thoughts. But don't worry, there are a lot of people who have worse thoughts than you. In fact when it comes to bad thoughts we are all pretty much in the same trash can.
Jesus came to save us.
That is what He wants us to know.
So, if the world is getting a little heavy on your shoulders,
If life seems crazy and you wonder why you are here,
Ask the one who knows.
He will show you the straight path. It's really not so bad. In fact once you are on it, you won't want to leave.
Jesus loves you!
Bad thoughts and all!
He is here to take them, and then some!
All you have to do is call!
Oh, the usual suspects...
Jesus came to save the lost, the sick, and the broken. That is all of us, even those who seem to have it all together. Jesus knows, remember what I said about him knowing your thoughts...
Jesus was notorious for hanging out with alcoholics, junkies, working girls, the IRS people, even Kings and higher-ups in the government. He also hung with average joes, women :o , and children. And last but not least, the religious leaders of the day.
And if you're telling the truth, we all fit in at least one of those categories.
So, If you need help, he's waiting...
"For God so loved the word that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life."
PS This is really good news...
Jesus in the room
I count my blessings
covered in prayer&
day nine / new year's pneumonia
I've been sick in bed with pneumonia for almost two weeks now. New Year's Day it hit me. No warning. Within a few hours, a cough, chills, and a fever. Blindsided. And I had so many plans. I was ready this year. Ready to get my doctors in order, my writing in order, my house in order...
What do you do? Nothing. Really. I could barely keep my eyes open.
The first week was a blur. Day eight, I had a thought about what I wanted for breakfast. Improvement. Day thirteen, I am up and dressed (Pajama casual), cooking (instant oatmeal), writing (a little), and watching a bit of TV. I still have trouble keeping my eyes open.
The thing is that I should've/could've gotten my pneumonia shot last year. My doctor highly recommended it, in fact he insisted, but I said no, for good reasons I might add, which I'll not go into here.
"I'll never get pneumonia," I thought.
The best-laid plans...
(Robert Burns is my new favorite poet)
So what do you do when there is nothing you can do?
What I haven't mentioned about being sick with pneumonia for two weeks is that I was really afraid. I was afraid that I would never get well, or that maybe I would die. I am almost 64 years old you know, stranger things have happened.
When fear takes over, your imagination can run wild, and not in a good way.
So what do you do?
I turn to the Word.
Because Jesus knew that Satan uses fear to attack people. In fact, He was always telling people, his disciples mostly, not to be afraid.
There was the incident when Jesus was walking on the water and Peter and company thought He was a ghost!
Fear can paralyze. Fear can torment. Fear can keep you stuck in a place you don't want to be. Fear can keep you from getting well.
Jesus came to set us free from fear. He is stronger than fear. He is stronger than anything Satan can throw at you. Including pneumonia...
So when I am afraid I let go of that fear and Freefall. I imagine God's hands stretched out underneath me and I know he will catch me. He hasn't missed yet!
"The spirit of the Lord is on me, because he has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners and recovery of sight for the blind, to set the oppressed free..."
Luke 4: 18
There is something about Jesus announcing good news to the poor and freedom to the prisoners, recovery of sight for the blind and the lifting of the oppressed. Jesus can do it. Jesus did it and he does it today. All you have to do is open you hand and take the gift of freedom and life that He offers.
"For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life."
Have a good week!
PS Luke 4:18 was written especially for me. I know this because my birthday falls on April 18. Not a coincidence. What is your birthday verse? ;)
midwinter moon: a collection of Christmas haiku
By susan beth furst
January 6th is the day Christians around the world celebrate the Feast of the Epiphany,
Wise men came from the east to Jerusalem asking where the King of the Jews was to be born, because they had seen his star in the sky and had come to worship him. King Herod let them in on an ancient Jewish prophecy; that Jesus was to be born in Bethlehem. But Herod had ulterior motives. He asked the wise men to return to him when they found Jesus so that he could worship him too. Of course worship was not what King Herod had in mind for this new little threat to his throne.
The wise men continued their journey to Bethlehem and when they found the baby Jesus it was revealed to them that he was not only King of the Jews, but King of all mankind. Jesus was God Incarnate. It was also revealed to them not to return to Herod for he wanted to kill the child and so they departed another way to their own countries.
Matthew Chapter 2
That's it in a nutshell! Epiphany is all about revelation. In this case a revelation of God sized proportions!
January 6th is special for another reason. It was the day my husband and I met for the first time, at IHOP. Today is the eleven year anniversary of that meeting. I learned many things that day. Herb's mother and my mother had the same birthday. He also had the same first name of my favorite Uncle, Herb.
How many Herbs do you know?
I learned other things too. Herb's mom was from Poland and his dad was from Latvia. They were both holocaust survivors...
Well, it was an auspicious night, and eleven years and ten years of marriage later, we are still learning things.
This morning, I realized that our anniversary and Epiphany were on the same date. This was a revelation to me. I wanted to know if Epiphany fell on January 6th every year, so I did a little research, and yes it does.
January 6th is now officially Epiphany and The Furst's First Date Day.
So what about the dog barking?
I learned that in Latvia, if you hear a dog bark on Epiphany Day and look in the direction of the dog, you will see your future spouse.
Hmmmm, I might be stretching it a bit, but it was on Epiphany Day that I first saw my future spouse. We were at IHOP, not the one in Latvia of course, and there weren't any dogs around, but....
Just one more thing. As I said I am a Lutheran Christian and my husband is a Jewish believer. I was baptized, born and raised in the Lutheran church. Actually, I was born in Shadyside hospital, but it was very close to the Lutheran church. Herb went to Hebrew school, was bar mitzvah'd at thirteen, and attended synagogue.
But he was born in Baltimore Lutheran Hospital...
Or maybe it was just meant to be...
Waiting... This is my first haiku of the new year. It is a one word photo-haiku, so there is a lot of empty space to fill in. I invite you to ponder my poem and photograph, fill in the blanks, and discover what waiting means to you...
A New Year's Blessing: Three of my haiku were published today in Failed Haiku: A Journal of English Senryu, edited by Michael Rehling.
a little night music the frogs fill the pond
parking-lot puddle the birds go all in
made in Japan
the pine tree missing...
Thank you Mike!
It is a good way to start the New Year...
I would like to wish all of you a Happy New Year filled with all good things and His Peace.
PS Time flies hold onto your hat...
The Princess and the Pearl: A Cautionary Haibun
Lily’s father took her to the Oyster House every Saturday. They sat at the small tables, on wobbly chairs, and ordered oysters and buttermilk. Lily liked hers with hot sauce and vinegar. She liked her buttermilk with three shakes of black pepper. Vintage photos of Miss America contestants lined the wall behind them. Boozy old men sat at the bar drinking beer and shots of whiskey.
funnel clouds on the horizon spinning shades of gray
One Saturday, Lily had a feeling that something extraordinary was going to happen.
“Perhaps this will be the day that I find my pearl,” she thought.
When the waiter brought the oysters to the table, Lily couldn’t decide which one to choose. So, she closed her eyes, made a wish, and picked the fat one on the right. She sank her teeth into the vinegar-laced breading. As it melted on her tongue, she felt something hard scrape against her tooth. Holding her breath and being very careful not to swallow, she extracted a rather large oddly-shaped yellow pearl.
“I found it! I found my pearl!” Lily squealed.
free fall she steps into her red high heels
Lily’s father let out a loud laugh and the boozy old men turned and stared. The Miss Americas stared back. The bartender came out from behind the bar, drying his hands on his dingy white apron. He looked at the pearl and held it up to inspect it.
“I’ve never seen a pearl quite this color before,” he announced, as he buffed it with his dish rag. “And it’s so large and bumpy. I’m sure there’s not another one like it! You must have it made into a ring!”
the wizard behind the curtain smoke and mirrors
Suddenly the bar came alive. There were oohs and ahs from the old men. The bartender puffed out his chest. And everyone was talking about Lily and her pearl. She felt like a Princess. The Miss Americas continued to stare from the back wall. They knew what it was like to be a princess, to find your pearl and to lose it. But Lily was too young and too excited to notice them. She was too busy thinking about that ring and how she was going to find her Prince.
still searching somewhere along the yellow brick road
by Susan Beth Furst
The Fredericksburg Literary & Art Review Spring & Summer 2018
How is your Sunday? I hope you are taking time to rest and relax. When God created the world he set aside a day to rest, not because he needed it, but for us. It is a tough world out there so I hope you will take this time to rest and enjoy your family and the day.
A scripture of hope should you need some;
For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only son that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
in my own words....
Something in the water
A Jewish transport arrives at Stutthof concentration camp. Down the road is the popular resort town of Krynica Morska. Families untouched by the Nazi nightmare splash in the waters of the Baltic Sea, oblivious.
at the beach she says goodbye
gentle waves to her father at Auschwitz
Wetlands and beautiful pine forests, spotted with silver-birch and oak, surround the electric barbed-wire fences of Stutthof. Inside the fences typhus runs rampant.
on a branch her friend says
white ash ‘I will be your sister now’
Just days before Liberation, the remaining prisoners at Stutthof are marched to the Baltic. Hundreds are forced into the water and shot. One of the survivors marries and immigrates to the United States. She vacations with her family every year at the beach.
in the snow she walks by the sea
purple crocus washing the sand from her feet
Sonic Boom April 2018
This haibun is one of my poems in my collection of holocaust poetry. I hope to publish them one day, but I feel that there are more to come. I write about the holocaust because it is a story, or should I say millions of stories, waiting to be told and remembered. It was a time of great suffering and fear. A time like no other in modern history. Ultimately a time of triumph, of good over evil. We would do well to remember. As a believer, I see it as a historical marker, a moment in time, from which the modern state of Israel was reborn. A prophecy fulfilled which will usher in a new Kingdom. One in which there are no more tears and no more dying.
"And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, Look! God's dwelling place is now among the people, and he will dwell with them. They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God. He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away."
Revelation 21: 3-4 (NIV)
Coming back different
They found him behind the drapes in the living room hiding from the commies--
We follow the nurse down the long corridor at the VA Hospital where Uncle Herb lives. My shoes squeak on the white-tile floor. As we enter the visitor’s area the nurse locks the doors behind us. I wonder if she will remember to let us out.
so many colors
Uncle Herb is staying with us for the weekend. I start to laugh when he sings White Christmas. He sounds just like Bing Crosby. I think he forgot to take his medicine though, because he’s talking non-stop again about his perpetual-motion machine. Dad tells him it won’t work but Uncle Herb won’t listen. He just keeps talking and they keep going round and round.
he checks his pocket
for another nickel
The music is loud at Lois’s wedding reception. Various aunts, uncles, nieces, and nephews are celebrating, including Uncle Herb. The DJ is playing Devo and we are all out on the floor dancing. Lois succeeds in convincing Uncle Herb to join us. On a good day he does a pretty mean Freddie.
rapid fire of machine guns
in a distant field
It would have been enough that you survived Korea, the psychiatrists, all the Thorazine they pumped into you, the weekend passes, the group homes, and us. But those awards—the ones they found in your room—for the thousands of hours you spent taking care of the patients at the VA. How did you do it? We thought you were just drinking coffee, at McDonald’s, with your friends. Seems you had a little bit more in mind. Oohrah!
the old lot
between the cracks
For my Uncle Herb...you "whipped it good!"
Are you tired
You won't find it here
in this world,
at best a counterfeit
for a time.
But always the chase,
I can't get no
Its never enough.
when the weight
Is just too hard to bear,
In the nick of time,
staring you in the face,
God sized hole
Then Jesus said, "Come to me, all you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest." Matthew 11:28-30 (NLT)
It is no coincidence that you are here. God speaks to us all the time. If he spoke to you today, would you let me know, with a like or a comment? Thank you! Sometimes I feel like I am lost in space... But then I know that would be impossible, because God knows right where I am. He promised never to leave me. And I believe him. After all, He's God!
In the end of the Sabbath, as it began to dawn towards the first day of the week, came Mary Magdalene, and the other Mary to see the Sepulchre...
Isn't it just like the women to get up early and check on things? In Matthew's account it was the two Marys, in John's it was Mary Magdalene, in Luke's it was the two Marys, Joanna, and other women.
And what did they find?
And behold, there was a great earthquake: for the Angel of the Lord descended from heaven, and came and rolled back the stone from the door, and sat upon it.
Matthew 28: 2
Well, they weren't expecting that!
And the Angel answered and said unto the women, Fear not ye: for I know that ye seek Jesus, which was crucified. He is not here, for he is risen, as he said. Come, see the place where the Lord lay.
He is Risen! He is Risen Indeed!
And as they went to tell his disciples, behold, Jesus met them, saying, All Hail. And they came and held him by the feet and worshipped him. Then said Jesus unto them, Be not afraid: go tell my brethren that they go into Galilee, and there shall they see me.
Matthew 28: 9-10
And isn't it just like Jesus to appear to the women first; women who had little worth in first century Jewish culture, or Roman, or Greek culture, for that matter, and entrust them with the most important news in the universe!
So the enemy thought he had him. Jesus suffered, died, and was buried, for our sin. But Sunday morning came and he went and rose from the dead! Imagine That! And all believers will do the same, and live with him forever!!! That is the Good News!
You can read the whole story in the Bible, the book of Matthew, chapter 28. May I suggest you try the New Living Translation or if you are feeling adventurous, The Message. You can find these and many other translations online at www.biblegateway.com.
He is Risen!
He is Risen Indeed!
And oh, by the way, The tomb is still empty!
Susan Beth Furst is a poet, author, painter, and photographer. She loves to write haiku and she Loves to tell people about Jesus.