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Whisper His Name (poetry chapbook)

By Richard L. Provencher

E-mail: richardprov1@netscape.net

URL: http://writers.ns.ca/Writers/rprovencher.html

Web Site: http://www.wsprog.com/rp/

A Collection of 35 poems

By Richard L. Provencher

WHISPER HIS NAME


May these Poems bring a measure of Peace,

Love, and Forgiveness into your personal lives. Amen.
CONTENTS:

A Child of God

A Christian Boy

A God-Loving Senior

A Letter to Heaven

A Nursing-Home Grandma

A Precious Mother

A Sick Friend

A Spiritual Banquet

A Stroke Survivor

A Wandering Daughter

A Wandering Son

A World Revival

At the Cross

Birth of a Child

Bless the Children

Chasing the Spirit

Chinese Earthquake Victims

Conversation with God

For All Who Search

Forgive Me Father

Forgiveness for All

Gather Them In

God is on Our Side

Godâs Revelation

Godâs Park

He

He Loves Me and You

I Do

I Thank You, Lord, Son and Holy Spirit

In Potterâs Field

Jessie

Our Family

Race Car Driver

Tithing

Will Heaven be Like Strawberries

**

A Child of God

Tap-tapping like drum beats

from a cautious

march, the boyâs pale face

follows my steps

his cane meandering side

to side through the aisle, and

I watch

hummingbird fingers poke

at the shelves. He

listens to the crinkle of a

spaghetti package

chin uplifted, grinning like

a monkey

momâs proud of her

son, turned ten today and

âborn againâ

during last Sundayâs service.

**

A Christian Boy

Lug a bag of loose bones

to the bookstore, so

grown-ups can notice

those secret shapes.

My teacher told me

when you are young

youâll have weird ideas

on what is fun for

growing boys.

Pickles and pigeons, even

roaring lions make my

nose nervous, but

karate kicks help me

especially when I want to

kick the devil in the face.

**

A God-Loving Senior

âThose who become Christians become new persons.

They are not the same anymore, for the old life is

gone. A new life has begun.â (2 Corinthians 5:17 NLT)

Father God, continue to support my limbs, my mind

and my attitude about life. Let me have discernment

that I may remember my grandchildren, my family

and view those pictures with a smile, in spite of nasty

past distractions. Let me wheel my chair in happiness

across sidewalks, push a grocery cart with glee, walk

in surety and above all greet strangers with good

thoughts. My life has not been a bed of roses, yet You

were always with me, and I thank you for the times

Your shoulders carried this person, ungrateful in difficult

moments, unforgiving during weak episodes, but

returning to your fold with vigor. May my remaining

days on this earth you created be filled with a

continuing love I have in my heart for all, that I may

dance to the tune of your salvation, forever and ever.

**

A Letter to Heaven

(for Carrie)

My Dear Mom,

Iâm having a good time here, but miss you.

At night I still cry. You know, about

What happened, the past

And what should have been said, or done.

But, you know all about that.

Since you left, we really miss your

Arms surrounding, kisses on my cheek

The warmth of youâyet I know youâre in a

Precious place with my Jesus and yours.

It must be so nice up there, right?

The same down here, really, with my husband

And baby and my family that loves me.

Theyâre so patient with meâlike you used to be.

I sure miss you.

A word was spoken to me recently, about how

God watches over me. He worries about me, you know.

Like you used to do. And this person said my Jesus

Wants me to forgive, not forget, but FORGIVE

Anyone who hurt you, and me, you know who.

And guess what mom? I will, I do.

And I know My Jesus is happy about that.

I have so much to live for and there

Is much happiness that greets me each day.

This burden on my heart can be

Replaced with joy.

I have to go now. Jesus wants me to give a huge

Hug to my baby, and my husband.

Godâs plan is now shining

Through me.

Love, from Me.

**

A Nursing-Home Grandma

âMy purpose is to give life in all

its fullness.â (John 10:10 NLT)

Once again footfalls from family members

travel well-worn halls, past wheel-chairs

lined against walls, past aged cheeks

and haunting eyes; not so many years ago

grandma baby-sat me, danced at my

graduation, and reminded me to recite

daily prayers. Her life is a garden

of joyful noise; she is my scented rose.

Sometimes I wish it was more the way it

was. Not to be since this is her new home.

During our visit we listen, as her own

memories come whispering. God love her.

**

A Precious Mother

âGod has planted eternity in the

human heart.â (Eccl. 3:11 NLT)

We love her Father, sheâs like Mary, the

mother of your son, a twinkle in her eye

yet knowing how much her son would

suffer for us. Our mother is so much

like her, caring, worrying, and knowing

she does her best even though we

do not appreciate her the way we should.

âOne day when you are a parent,â she

says, âYou will understand the love

I have for you, my child. And this

knowledge is almost overwhelming.

Protect her, Father, as our love grows. .

**

A Sick Friend

âI am praying that all is well with you and

that your body is as healthy as I know your

soul is.â (3 John 1:2 NLT)

Dear Jesus, you are Jehovah Raphe, our

Healer, who watches over us in our daily

walk and who supervises our thoughts and

actions. Allow us to pray fervently for those

citizens who are also part of your Kingdom,

those who follow your Word, who seek Your

counsel and are infirmed at this moment. We

beseech You to restore their health, to return

them to their duties in life, especially for loved

ones who depend on them for sustenance,

encouragement and direction. May Your

precious touch instill in them a return to full

recovery, removing pain and limitations of any

kind. Allow the sweetness of your mercy to

transcend their difficulties so they are healed.

**

A Spiritual Banquet

Our canoe allows a feast of pleasure

its sleek hull an arrow

piercing the stillness of a greater plan

as reflections shunted

from stately trees where cozy cottages

are a ring of jewels

this lake created from cups of freshwater

a sanctuary from grasping

life, woes and errs of human contact

left behind. We step up to Nature’s

table and absorb these vegetables

tempting us

birth of a baby-blue sky,

shush of quiet ripples against

our fiber glass prow, the thrill of a

loon’s lament. We hold firmly

to these moments-

dip of cherry wood paddle, our

J-strokes moving us forward

to future feasts.

**

A Stroke Survivor

âLet us run with endurance the race that

God has set before us.â (Heb. 12:1 NLT)

Oh God, thank you for my life, in spite of

the limiting movements in my body, remove

the fear I see in the eyes of my family and

other precious ones; their pain at what I

am experiencing. Allow these dormant limbs

a recovery which will astound those who do

do believe in the power of prayer, and agree

with those who do. Let my mind be renewed

in the solitude we have together, and my

thoughts be precious, filled with love, forgiving

and view the future with grateful eyes. And let

me dance with feet bathed in Salvation that

I may come to know thee even more my Lord.

**

A Wandering Daughter

âLove means doing what God has

commanded us, and He has commanded

us to love one another.â (2 John 1:6 NLT)

Father God, help me to understand youth

especially a strong-willed daughter,

one who does not understand the love

of her parents, one who does not realize

the world can be a cage for her innocence,

and attempts to change her from a scent

of beauty into something repulsive, that takes

away self-worth, a vision of her true

future and the admiration of family, who

desire she return to love and acceptance.

Let me hold you once more, dear daughter

of my life, you are cherished and loved.

**

A Wandering Son

âAnd forgive us our sins just as

we have forgiven those who sinned

against us.â (Matt. 6:12 NLT)

Do not allow a bushel basket to

cover any forgiving hearts, but

allow us to thrust it aside and allow

our true selves be released, to

overcome thoughts of unloving and

unforgiveness, to set it free to rise

above our personal troubles, to

set it free to encompass all those

to whom nasty thoughts were once

directed. Come home, son, as Jesus

returned to His Father. Come home

and let us forgive each other.

**

A World Revival

âDonât worry about anything, instead, pray about

everything. Tell God what you need, and thank

Him for all He has done.â (Philippians 4:6 NLT)

Jesus, we seek you in all we do, wishing to

fulfill the vision you have for us, directing our

path, allowing us to eagerly forgive others,

not accept any offenses directed by the enemy

of our faith, and to live each day with love,

sincerity and a willingness to participate in

helping this world be a better place, through

prayer and good deeds. May our prayers

be as fruitful as leaves, and may we have a

boldness to go into the malls, and display

the gifts you give us, to create a longing from

shoppers who are focused on materialistic

urges, and allow the fruit of the spirit to dwell

in their heart of hearts, forever and a day.

**

At the Cross

Light is beginning to sink upon

the night, a redemptive

pain and sadness as

righteousness is swept aside

they tormented Him, our Jesus

shamed Him, scourged

and defiled His kindness, words

designed for our salvation.

Now He lifts His head to

the Father, not yet from the cross, but

on His knees in Gethsemane

awaiting the kiss of Judas.

âNot my will, but Yours,â He intones

and rising to His feet prepares

for the journey of our redemption.

He will represent the sins

of our existence and exchange

His life for our salvation.

Amen.

**

Chasing the Spirit

Wrapped inside an avenue

of ringing bells

and colourful decorations

a homeless man

crosses his heart with pain

heels wearing thin

each step groaning across

another block

both bags of donated

clothes heavy

hunger gnawing as he

joins a flood of Christmas joy

pretends heâs part of the

excitement

shoes slapping heart pounding

stomach aching

bags lighter with each new fantasy.

**

Birth of a Child

I felt a cradle

in my hand

a gift from God,

he came by night.

**

Bless The Children

Play in your snow fort

sword swirling, hand active

with snowballâs toss

readying for a second

frontal assault

dreaming of being a knight

as you parade

across our parking lot.

Grandpa had dreams too.

Now heâs in a nursing home

not so far away–

todayâs pills bring rest and

fading memories.

**

Chinese Earthquake Victims

âGod is able to accomplish infinitely more than

we would ever dare to ask or hope.â (Eph. 3:20 NLT)

Father God: May you look with a kindness

and understanding on tearful faces from

millions of men and women in China who

have suffered terribly in the loss of loved ones

during this terrible earthquake. We follow

diligently the brave and helpful way soldiers

and citizen volunteers are working together to

try and rescue as many displaced families

as possible. Our prayers and thoughts rise

as sweet-sounding doves, in peaceful intentions.

May humanity also come together on bended knee

from ALL faiths participating in human kindness

and consideration. Please help us grow closer to

one another in a quest for world peace during this

time of human suffering in the land called China.

**

Conversation with God

God

Why did you do so much for me?

Because I wanted to.

God

Itâs hard for me to understand things.

That is why I provided you with insight.

Yesâbut.

No buts. Simply put

at all times follow your heart. After all

I gave you a conscience.

Life has been a struggle.

Yet with encouragement you have overcome.

Thank you for carrying me when I fell.

Itâs my job to protect.

God

thank you for everything.

Youâre welcome.

I love you

God.

**

For All Who Search

My ray of sunshine

rises above troubles, provides

comfort to those snared

by loneliness, or discouragement

I am succour to you, food

and shelter for those seekers

of truths. Perhaps I

can add strengths as my

paintbrush of experience

erases your woes,

colours over failures, salves

your inner self.

My flame of hope is a promise

of love and understanding,

my weapon is peace.

**

Forgive Me Father

For the times I took Your Name

in vain. For the lies which erupted

from my lips along with impatience

with family and friends. For the many

indiscretions along the road of life and

times I did not trust Your Word.

For the fear held upon my chest

and intolerance for those not quite

up to my artificial standards. And

yet I know how much You love

me in spite of my shortcomings. The

forgiveness You shine upon my soul

is more than enlightenment. Thank You

Father. Thank You Father. Thank You.

**

Forgiveness For All

âIf you confess with your mouth that Jesus

is Lord and believe in your heart that God

raised Him from the dead, you will be saved.â

(Romans 10:9 NLT)

Father God, on bended knee I ask for

forgiveness for all unjustly and unkind

words I have spoken against family,

friends, even strangers. May your loving

kindness accept my petition of remorse,

my tears of shame, my memory of guilt.

Release me from the hurts I inflicted,

my jaundiced eye, a misspoken word,

the innuendoes, erratic gossip and

uncontrolled anger inflicted in a moment

of careless abandon, of mischievous nature.

Now I sense Your release and forgiveness

placed on my heart, an energy renewed

and I thank you for a new day, Father God.

**

Gather Them In

Seated in comfortable

pews, wedding

guests await

hankies at the ready

as Pastorâs words

reach loveâs richest moment

âI now pronounce you,

man and wife.â

In his back row view

one is silent, and alone

not long ago he too

stood on the threshold

of promised vows.

**

God is on our Side

Iâve seen the face of despair

the bone-crunching, spirit-draining

moments of chaos,

Iâve been there.

Iâve experienced the numbing sensations

of emotion-crumbling, sorrow-filled

days of anguish,

Iâve been there.

The tears of love from a parent,

the cries of torment for

a loved one

the why? and how come it happened?

Iâve been there.

Yes, Iâve seen the face of Satan

trying to turn man against wife,

son against son

but I know weâll win this raging war,

God is on our side.

**

Godâs Park

Dexter cows are mooing in the

pasture, the herd of

them snacking on hay and

sloshing aside the slough

where ducks gobble flotsam and

six llamas raise snouts

admiring the surroundings.

Green grass, Septemberâs scudding sky

branches within reach, poplar

leaves teasing appetites;

blending animal, earth, sky.

And somewhere up there, God

is smiling.

Not far away donkeys trot in single file,

a horse grazing nearby, two

ruffed grouse strutting proudly, and

an eagle shuffling feathers

accepting thermals lifting this marvellous

creature to greater heights.

Now God has a very large grin as He

travels in a burst of brilliant

light from one creation to another

weaving layers of goodness one

upon another.

**

Godâs Revelation

Nature is a wind of passion

among the pines

a chorus within reflecting blue,

beauty that combines

with an eagleâs

soar, king of movement in

his outdoor realm.

God provides truths in a

sanctuary of peace,

His dreams as echoes of awe.

**

He

is the one to whom I turn

when time has ripened

my failures, falling

into the abyss of

despair, where those

transgressions

threaten me, overwhelm

me.

Then He gathers me

into His arms

as grasses accept cool

moisture, assuages my soul

renews my innermost

being, reminding me His love

lasts forever.

He is the Creator for tomorrow

forgiver of past errors, and

I am humbled, in awe at

His kindness

the thought of a mere mortal

still precious in the eyes

of my Saviour

and lifting arms in thankfulness

accept His forgiveness

and love.

**

He Loves Me and You.

âGive all your worries and cares to

God, for He cares about what

happens to you.â (1 Peter 5:7 NLT)

When I saw the face of Jesus

it was a hologram of love. Creases

on His brow displayed a passion

for me, His eyes striking the exterior

of my worldliness, His thoughts

penetrating my soul, the inner me

salved by His concern for the missing

fire in my belly, disturbed by wrongs, my

unforgiveness nesting in a comfortable

rut of sinfulness. As He prayed for me

I fell to my knees in submission knowing

He forgives me. He knows this heart

and wants me to rise above my failings

to fulfill the life He has prepared for me.

**

He Loves Me. Me.

When I saw the face of Jesus

it was a hologram of love, creases

on His brow displayed a passion

for me, His eyes striking the

exterior of my worldliness, His love

penetrating my soul, the inner me

salved by His concern and the fire

in my belly disturbing wrongs and

unforgiveness resting in a nest of

sinfulness. Then He prayed for me

and I fell to my knees in an

act of submission knowing He

truly forgives me. He knows my

heart. He wants me to rise above

my sorrows, to fulfill the

vision He has prepared. He loves me.

**

I Do

In Nova Scotia the Margaree

Valley is a tease of winding twists, a

clinging lover.

Clusters of birch crowd their

beauty alongside

Cabot Trailâs highway

encourages picnics, cool

swims

at Ingonish and

later, lasting kisses.

Soon two families join

together as rosebuds on the

matrimonial cake,

decorated sandwiches and

tables with pickles, other treats

adding to the occasion.

Then we whispered, âI do

until death do us part,â

the sanctity of our wedding.

During the night loveâs

enchantment overcame shy smiles,

sunrise allowing an embrace of

coupled blessings.

**

I Thank You, Lord, Son and Holy Spirit

The rain comes calling

and I spot between raindrops

paths of history

the journey behind me

lost opportunities, hesitations and

meanderings

where friends and events surrounded me.

And yet I know how

much You loved me, Lord. Your

ways sought me out

angels protected me

during storms and misadventures.

There were times You carried

me high on Your shoulders.

I thank You for that.

Rains come and weather flows.

Yet you are a constant companion

in my life. I thank You.

Lord of Heaven, who sent a Son to heal

me. Me. And the Holy Spirit remains

to guide me. Amen. Amen.

**

Jessie

âI am praying that all is well with you and

that your body is as healthy as I know your

soul is.â (3 John 1:2 NLT)

Dear Jesus, you are Jehovah Raphe, our

Healer, who watches over us in our daily

walk and who supervises our thoughts and

actions. Allow us to pray fervently for Jessie

who is also part of your Kingdom. He is

a child who follows your Word, seeks Your

counsel and is infirmed at this moment. We

beseech You to restore his health, to return

him to his duties in life, especially for those

who love him and depend on him for

encouragement and cheerfulness. May Your

precious touch instill in Jessie a return to full

recovery, removing pain and limitations of any

kind. Allow the sweetness of your mercy to

transcend all difficulties so he is fully healed.

**

Our Family

Thank you Father God for Your

many blessings. For my precious wife,

children, siblings and grandchildren.

May they come to appreciate the full

measure of your Love. The many times

You will carry them on Your shoulders

the moments when You remain

nearby as You wait patiently with

fingers crossed as they make critical

decisions. For you are the God of

choice. You desire us to praise

and honour You. We desire with

Your guideposts from Biblical Words

a pathway along the straight and

narrow in this world which at times

discourages and harasses our good

intentions. But You never give up on us.

Amen.

**

Race Car Driver

Grown up hot wheels

race asphalt-spaced lines

passing slower-vehicles

115 km/h our traffic speed

not a legal 100 otherwise how

could anyone make it to

Hamilton on the 401

for spaghetti supper at 5 pm?

Cruising from Kingston

to Napanee past geese-flapping

flocks of Vâs past horses

grazing on early shoots of green.

Stares from window lookers

at the Esso turnoff during our

respite easily see I am

the only praying passenger.

**

Tithing:

Lord – we bring this tithe to You in love

joy and honor. Thank You for all

Youâve done to deliver us

provide for us and minister to us.

We receive by faith

the blessing of Abraham that is ours

through You. We declare we are

joint heirs with You – Jesus

and we accept Your blessings.

**

Will Heaven be like Strawberries

where ripened fruit hang

in globes of

juice, their tang a tease

for taste buds lonesome and

vacant, except for the hand

of strength

that plucked them?

Will Heaven be waiting for

our presence

in body and spirit as our days

come to a close

clouds serene

the wind at rest, final sleep so

near

as we arrive at that

place in humble attire with

empty baskets

full of expectation, passing through

Gates of Redemption

with songs in holy praise to our

Lord and King?

And He fills our needs

with grapes of

joy

plucked by His hand

and we do share

in the bounty of His supply.

* * *

 Richard L. Provencher

Richard and Esther live in Truro, Nova Scotia, Canada. Their Website at: http://www.wsprog.com/rp/ has many free downloads. They can be directly contacted with any comments you wish to share on their work at: richardprov2@gmail.com. May your family be blessed with unity and good health.

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