Welcome to Poetry on Retreat

Welcome! My name is Bill. I've often hoped that I could share my poetry with others in the context of a spiritual retreat. A place to share poetry, gaining insight from one another in fellowship. It would be like going on a guided retreat somewhere and using poetry as the means for spiritual enlightenment. This is what Poetry on Retreat is all about.

I like writing poetry. Mostly spiritual poetry and often in a Christian perspective. I've used my poetry with others in discussion groups, prayer groups and in counseling as a means of stimulatiing discussion. I've imagined that we could mutually share our poetry in this way. This website is an opportunity to share your spiritual poetry with others and receive their responses and feedback.

This is the way it works

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About once a month I will post a guest poem on this website, along with one of my poems. Then we will give responses to each other's poetry, as well as allow others to share their responses on the Share and Respond note board. I see this as a great opportunity to simulate a spiritual retreat where everyone will gain new insights and spiritual growth. Send your poem along with a first name, last initial, to me at allthings@counsellor.com.
If possible send your poem in HTML format.

Guest Poetry

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Come Lord!

There's a storm that's a comin'
gonna make you lose your faith.
It's already swept the houses
where the pious felt so safe.

It's not the devil that's arriving
though you think it might be him.
It's the Lord that's at the threshing floor
removin' chaff again.

Come Lord! Come Lord!
Come and bring us back again
to the simple faith you loved so much,
to the faith we had before.

There's a big wind that's a comin',
gonna knock you off your feet.
It's a blowin' through the finest church
separatin' grain from wheat.

Look ya'll, he's liftin' up his winnowin' fan
so the lightweights are no more,
and the worthy grain keeps fallin' down,
keeps fallin' on his floor.

Come Lord! Come Lord!
Come and bring us back again
to the simple faith you loved so much,
to the faith we had before.

There's a storm that's a comin',
let me warn ya, you're not safe.
He's already washin' many souls,
he's gonna test your faith.

Now he's gath'rin' all the good wheat
in his everlovin' arms,
but the chaff he's burning in the pit
right outside his barns.

There's a storm that's a comin',
gonna make you lose your faith.
It's already swept the houses
where the pious ain't so safe.

Come Lord! Come Lord!
Come and bring us back again
to the simple faith you loved so much,
to the faith we had before.

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Bill's Poetry


This Apple Tree
Posted July 2, 2019
I'm inspecting this apple tree again, the only one I have.
I've been caring for it these many years.
It has borne some fruit but some were spoiled, in my eyes.
Never a season of abundant fruitfulness.
Never a season without care. I don't know if perhaps it was unprepared,
or not planted in good soil, did not become established at its birth, I don't know.
Or lacking fertilizer or irrigation or pruning, it labored in futility to grow.
The regret of it being unwell and unwhole.
I don't know! I anguish to know!
I've never known it whole or complete.
Sometimes the winds were unkind.
The birds never homed in its branches.
The onus, poor tree, its whole life to manage, and day after day to cope.
Will it never be abundant, complete? I don't know!
But I'll not cut it down. No!
I'll leave it alone for one more year, then I'll dig around it and fertilize it again, and again.
It's the only one I have.