Episode 7 Show Notes
RANDOM THOUGHTS FROM A GREEN PAPER NAPKIN HOLDER
How odd our God may seem in the days we dream,
Not odd in the ways we know, nor in what he does, no.
There are times when he gives us his rhymes,
Those occasional times we find that he has opened our mind.
A view from a window,
A word from a friend,
The shape of a shadow,
May it never end.
Out of nowhere we suddenly must share
The rhyme he gave us, as he did with Jesus.
The thought of what we ought,
No, must do because of his trust.
It may be a simple embrace putting a smile on a face
Or proclaiming a word that someone has not heard.
It may just be a smile for the one who for so many miles
has walked through the rain with teardrops of pain.
Or maybe it is for the holder of the napkin while eating a meal,
A note from God that shows his love and desire to heal.
For me it was this as I ate with friends an evening meal:
“God puts people in your life
When you need them.
For that we are thankful.
However, we always need
To also put God in our lives”
When we eat, when we play, when we pray
At all times if we listen God has something to say.
He finished his words with this reminder to me:
“I walk a fine line
Knowing the sign
When I go
That I know”
Reflection on Thoughts from a Green Paper Napkin Holder
We were having dinner with a group of friends and I had some thoughts about poems. I wrote them down on the paper napkin holder. This poem is the result of my wandering mind. I have been told since writing this that it is not a holder but a ring, that paper wrapping around the napkin wrapped silverware in restaurants.
© 2018, Living In God’s Rhyme, Tim Carter
There is more in Tales From the Raven in God Still Rhymes on this group of friends.
OUT OF THE CLOSET
I opened the closet door,
I could hide there no more.
The clothing I had worn
Now was tattered and torn,
Shaken to my very core
Renewed I was reborn.
No more hiding.
Now deciding
I could no longer hide
The life I had tried,
So much living
Without giving,
Without thought
Each day fought.
I opened the door
And found there was more
Than my heart could store,
With His love I was no longer poor.
I no longer hide from myself.
I did see the need for His help.
And I can no longer hide from you,
No matter what I say or do.
No I cannot,
I opened the door
Of the dusty
Locked closet
Where rags
Were torn
And thrown
Around.
A knock,
The door opened,
A breath of fresh air.
Born again, now His heir.
Now clothed in His grace,
Not living at the world’s pace,
I can now run the race
Refreshed as I see His face.
The face of my birth;
Can I help you open the door,
Help you up off the floor
So that you may find your worth.
© 2019, God Still Rhymes, Tim Carter
THE KING AND THE PURSE
The King was walking the halls
talking to pictures on faces and the walls
waiting to make or take a phone call
hoping the door wouldn’t close on the stall
His discourse, he would rehearse
on one then another for better or worse
those he met would look for the hearse
but all this changed when he saw her...
