I Was A Different Person Then

I was a different person then,

Before the stormy hurricane,

Hard it blew upending roots,

Broken branches, scattered leaves,

Once, tall and proud with stout support,

Base gave way, near blew away,

But Grace held firm its Loving Hand,

I was a different person then,

Leaves turned yellow and fell away,

Drying branches littered ground,

Before the storm it struck again,

I was a different person then,

Despairing roots reached Grace’s Hand,

Thirsty soul so parched and dry,

Life’s New water found its way,

I was a different person then,

From dry and scaly branches spread,

Greening life, but still real bland,

The weakest limb it reached for life,

Screaming out with desperate plea,

I was a different person then,

One leaf shot forth, another still,

Till flowers bloomed and seed burst forth,

She walked by and stood in wonder,

I was a different person then.

                                                -MichaelT  2011

Divine Madness

Divinely Mad,

Madness Divine,

What kind of madness ever could be?

Even to think that God could be Mad.

Not ever angry, nor even real sad,

But Insane Divinity, not ever to blame.

Omnipotent Madness made us all very sane,

Insanity Divine formed us all pure and sinless.

All in our power, but one little tree,

That one little tree would cause us to be,

Broken and marred, ashamed and weighed down.

But Omnipotent Madness, would not let us drown.

Wallowed in mire, tragic indeed,

‘till the Madness of God,

Hung His Son on a tree.

Bleeding and dying, all the world did He see,

Forgive them! He cried,

as He suffered and died.

But, the story’s not over, there’s more yet to come,

Buried , entombed, and wrapped in fine linen,

Three days in the ground, all hope was not given.

Divine Madness kicked in,

                                Let’s raise Him again!!

So, in Power and Glory, Christ rose once again.

Some don’t believe, but five-hundred did see,

Disciples and friends, all followers indeed.

What will it take for the truth you to see?

Divinity died for you and for me.

Perhaps for a good man, some would dare die,

But ragged old sinners, cast offs and lame?

How hard to believe that God is still sane?

                                -Michael T 2011