Paralytic Prayers and Postures

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Abba, I am trying to enter the Sabbath – obey –
But I am, well, I am … … don’t know what to say, 

I can’t believe he’s gone – I … can’t breathe, 
The Messiah! Why did he leave?! 

And he left me responsible for his mother
I am glad he saw me as his true brother! 

Plus, we are scared and are hidden, 
Will we forever now be outcasts – forbidden? 

 

I remember the day he called me to follow, 
With my brother – left father in the boat’s hollow, 

I loved him so much. Abba, what’s in store for us? 
I … … don’t really know what to say, plus, 

Feel like I can’t move. My pose and posture paralytic, 
I feel too numb to pray or to write a lyric. 

Please, just wrap me in my arms and help me rest, 
Give me strength to still give my best … … 

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Osteoporosis Poses

Good Friday

 

Thank you Suki for this second picture prompt! Hopefully I can give it some justice…

Here are the rules for this one taken from her page:

Feel free to join in this challenge and write a post, be it a poem, short story or any other thoughts you have about the picture. Or, drop me a comment below and leave your thoughts with me…

Looking forward to reading your ideas…

Little Rants, yep, I tag you again! This one doesn’t have a word count limit though, so that’s a plus! Lol. Anyone else up for this challenge?

 

19 April 2019

“Osteoporosis Poses”

 

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I’m enigmatic!
Come close if you want
To feel the static
While I tickle your fabric –
Panic is automatic!
Fervent heat moving vehement elements,
As the strongest, before me,
Take osteoporosis poses,
Knees weak and buckle
As they yell pleads and pleas –
Many pleases,
But the fiercest babble with
Sniffles and sneezes
Before me –
Just wait until they meet my King –
Jesus!

… … …

Father rouses me to action

… … …

Although I am a force of power –
Also the results of my Master’s thoughts flashing –
At the final battle, I will be at the forefront,
In the valley for time last, good and evil clashing!

Today, however, is not the day!
Ah, roused for a special task indeed,
For the Father’s making a descent to earth,
I am his robe; the procession – I lead.

We descend in darkness and thunderous claps,
Approaching to … Wait! What is this I see?!
Is that … … it’s my glorious King!
Hanging by nails upon that tree?!

Anger kindled, I let out a flash,
Along with a thunderous cry,
I look into the face of the Father,
As tears well up in his eyes.

Upon the surrounding hills I weep,
In the form of large rain drops,
In a flash of bright blue to ominous orange,
I strike down on one of the hill tops.

The Father looks upon the face of his son,
Being crushed under weight of world’s sin,
Then he moves through the city,
And his temple he enters in.

The huge veil he rents in passionate force,
Right down the full length of the middle,
Ripping his covering and clothed in my darkness –
Sackcloth and ashes. What is this riddle?!

As I look upon my King – blood pooled below,
I have no more shock left within – I’m listless,
Osteoporosis poses – I go limp like … his body;
No thunderous cry … … I am … … speechless.

© Joshua Curtis, 2019


See also: Matthew 27, Mark 15, Luke 23, John 19, & Psalm 18

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Night Befalls

Holy Week 2019 proceeds…

Night ushers in, clothed in silvery gleam,
As Luna shimmers bright, entering Passover full steam,
Joy around table, supping cups;
Mood changes – he teaches his body, Covenant New,
And that one would betray him, he says out of the blue,
Nervous, but Judas continuously sups.

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We go for a stroll through silvery gardens,
He says I will deny him! Heart slightly hardens.
He teaches urgently for hours.
Judas absent; Jesus doesn’t waste a breath,
Why does he keep speaking about his death?!
What does he mean?! The mood sours.

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We enter the Garden of Gethsemane,
Dark shadows crawl from each olive tree;
He implores us to stay awake.
As the night lingers he slouches – weighed down
Like his spirit was sinking, or already drown –
Sleep conquers; wine our consciousness takes.

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Aroused from nap as he implores with urgency,
Unaware Judas had a fistful of currency,
A stones throw away, he collapses to pray,
“Abba, he’s full of sorrow, what’s wrong with our Yeshua?”
Faltering on warning, “Stay awake, it will behoove ya’.”
Eyelids crash – I’m sleep’s prey.

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He awakens us again, bloodstained at peace, says time is nigh,
As we see the approach of torches – do we fly?!
He stands steadfast and resolute;
Crowd with clubs and swords. Is that Judas leading?!
Hearts racing – revolution beginning? Mind’s pleading!
Judas kisses his cheek; to the enemies a salute!

Hell and mayhem break loose,
They grab my Rabbi! I’m cooking their goose!
Fighting for life, I unsheathe my sword,
Swing it like a battle ax to split his crown,
He dodges, but I take his ear, spilling blood on gown;
Rebukes me and heals the uncircumcised swine! I’m floored!

Looking around, most of my friends already fled,
From our Rabbi who our spirits he faithfully fed,
Despondent and confused, I chose to flee;
Running into darkness away from the torches flames,
Breathless, fear settles as the anger tames,
I yell, “Abba, how can this be?!”

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I follow the mob at a distance,
Is this the end? Deflated hope of resistance?
I continue lurking in the shadows,
One friend with me; they take Jesus inside.
My friend goes in as Jesus they begin to deride.
I remain out and try to blend with the flows.

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The crowd continues to question, hit and mock,
Courage sinks like quicksand – I’m supposed to be the rock –
They beat him and accuse him with lies!
My face and accent give me away,
They say I’m with him, I deny my Lord – I sway!
The rooster sings thrice – oh, Jesus’ eyes! – sunrise …

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© Joshua Curtis, 2019

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Murderous

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© Joshua Curtis, 2019

The final thoughts
Of a dying man;
How could I hatch this plan?
Drawn by a curse,
The lure of the purse,
Outcome – drinking down curse, full brim;

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Let’s slow down a bit,
I have yet to betray him.
Who knows what tonight will bring.
But how did I get here?
False expectations!
Mixed with a bit of pride, I fear.

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He’s the Messiah – the way?!
Ha! Supposed to defeat these Romans!
He’s just a showman!
Instead of marching and conquering,
We’re washing ankles and toes;
He knows best you would suppose,
But I grow – discontent!

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I should repent,
But to my feelings I relent!
My intent? I don’t even know at this time,
Sell him for nickles and dimes?
A prophet for a profit … ?
He’ll probably escape like every time before,
Him, I used to adore, at least pretended to.
But when deciding on this sin;
Too late, no more time to implore,
As a strange presence enters in …

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Luke 22.3-6 | Then Satan entered into Judas called Iscariot, who was of the number of the twelve. He went away and conferred with the chief priests and officers how he might betray him to them. And they were glad, and agreed to give him money. So he consented and sought an opportunity to betray him to them in the absence of a crowd.

Continued blessings on this Holy Week.
© Joshua Curtis, 2019

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Likeness

Luke 20.19-26 | The scribes and the chief priests sought to lay hands on him at that very hour, for they perceived that he had told this parable against them, but they feared the people. So they watched him and sent spies, who pretended to be sincere, that they might catch him in something he said, so as to deliver him up to the authority and jurisdiction of the governor. So they asked him, “Teacher, we know that you speak and teach rightly, and show no partiality, but truly teach the way of God. Is it lawful for us to give tribute to Caesar, or not?” But he perceived their craftiness, and said to them, “Show me a denarius. Whose likeness and inscription does it have?” They said, “Caesar’s.” He said to them, “Then render to Caesar the things that are Caesar’s, and to God the things that are God’s.” And they were not able in the presence of the people to catch him in what he said, but marveling at his answers they became silent. 

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I want gain!
To simply try and maintain
Some semblance of membrane
Fighting through lack and pain –
Life of torturous mundane –
Food, clothing and status; plain!
No longer living with this strain,
Existence bane – I REFRAIN!

 

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That’s why I’m with the rulers – the elite!
As I march to their beat,
Carried by feet past the hordes in the street,
As they follow these fools! I’m sly and discreet
Determined to carry out my feat,
Tonight I’ll dine on wine and meat, when I get folly to repeat.
I will greet, take a seat and sift his words like wheat!
Yeshua, PREPARE FOR YOUR GREATEST FOE TO MEET!

 

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Uncanny plan, I will trip him up with tax!
… … He flipped it so easily with the power he packs,
He defeats all attacks. I feel burned like wax,
And beaten as with a stalks of flax!
Falling off the tracks, friends forget pacts and turn backs,
And what bears God’s likeness? Truth like an ax!
I do! These are the facts. I was embarrassed to the max.
WORDS ARE BARE! A REBUTTAL MY TONGUE LACKS!

 

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What side do we find ourselves on? Holy Week 2019.

© Joshua Curtis, 2019

 

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Kyrie

Sorry, I’m a day late. I couldn’t stay awake last night to post…

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Abba,
The night lingers on as your stars
Kiss the loneliness of the dark sky.
Their light cascading softly down
The hills and crevasses around.
The breeze makes sand and leaves dance;
Your beauty; my spirit desires to fly.

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Abba,
As I take in all of this beauty –
Breathing the glow of Passover moon –
I must confess my heart is heavy,
Is this your presence, a broken levee?
This can’t be the Messiah,
Or can it be…is it too soon?

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Abba,
Looking upon the beauty in the sky,
Tears well up; Abraham gazed these stars!
I was so hard on my son, but then I heard!
He loves this man! But I hung on every word!
He cleared out the Temple’s foolery;
His power and passion! Can he mend our scars?

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Abba,
Over yonder, is that him around the fire,
Investing in his uncouth band of brothers?
How does he speak to you? Is he the one Father?
I’m riddled with doubts; my soul continues to bother!
I want to side with the rules who oppose;
Aha – his words my doubts smother!

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Abba,
Is this the answer?! The sun rising,
I can see my faults – kyrie eleison!
The golden rays envelope my frame,
Is this how history will say you came?
I don’t know … … … much anything today,
But I believe, this Yeshua is your son!


Continued blessings on this Holy Week. See Luke 19.45-48 for context.

© Joshua Curtis, 2019

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Jovial, Juvenile, Justify

To Whom this May Find

I just had to write this down.

Yesterday was … (how do I find the right words; Father, please help me) … historical and amazing. My family just arrived in Jerusalem. We got here early this year, by G-d’s good grace, early for the Passover.

The scene was unbelievable. A group quickly amassed with palm branches. I was intrigued, but nervous as the city has been in such turmoil. They crowed the city’s Golden Gate in a throng. Then their voices raised to the skies – Hosanna, Hosanna; blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord. My spirit moved and leap within in.

I wasn’t sure what was going on, but an immense and royal joy came over me. I pressed closer to the scene as palm branches waved and were thrown down. A group of men come marching into the city riding on the accolades and praise of the crowd.

Then I saw the face of the colt. He was excited but tired as his face almost looked as if he was amazed to be chosen for this job. He seemed to be soaking up the moment – incomprehensible; yet somehow maybe true…

Then I saw him – the Rabbi all the fuss was about. I had heard of his fame and great works before I ever saw him, but to see him … There was something so regal and powerful. It was like being by him made you breathless and yet you realized he was the giver of breath. His name, Yeshua.

I’m still fairly young and I have a long way to go in my studies, but I know what the significance of him riding into the city on a colt meant. His declaration of being the triumphant King. Is the time now?! The leaders of the Pharisees do not think so. You should see them scowling around! They argue with everyone about him being the Messiah. I want to yell, “Haven’t you seen his works!”, but I must respect my elders and do not wish to embarrass by parents.

This has to be it! He has to be the Messiah! This must be the end of the Romans!! Redemption must be nigh!

As I look forward to Passover, I am not sure what this week may bring!

Hopefully I will write something else at the end of it all.

Blessings to you,
Yehosuah (Joshua for you that will be reading this thousands of years from now in weird languages!)


As we continue the march through Holy Week, may we put ourselves back in that time and walk with our Lord in his love and passion.

To my brothers and sisters in France (and any who were affected) – prayers with you!
© Joshua Curtis, 2019

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Incomprehensible

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I am blessed above most
Yet forged in hardships
My story’s genesis
Wrought in confusion

One bright morning
In the flower of my youth
As the sun rays painted
My field in golden hues

Strangers came wandering
Down the road
Loosing my bonds
Taking me from my land

My master intervenes
Yet my calm quickly fades
Language is foreign to me
Panic grips me as I am led away

Walking over unfamiliar gravel
Confusion hazing my heart
Taken to more men
Their master is strange

Fear grips me sternly
As he emits power
Knees quiver like winter storms
Yet soul is at unspeakable peace

These unfamiliar faces
Lay burdenous sacks upon me
As they beckon me to walk
Transporting their master about

Young and strong
Inexperienced
Growing weary
Doubting my abilities

Miles later, I see life
The city lies ahead
What a commotion stirs
Dust like English clouds

Blessing or destruction
What lies ahead
Shouts and tears
Cacophony twists my ears

These strange faces around
Seem to be twisting joyously
I ease for the moment
While nerves genuflect within

Trod soft leaves and jackets
Laid before us by the swell
Strength arises within
As the moment’s weight unfolds

My deed told thousands of years before
My task confusing, hard
My spirit like tall grass swayed
Dancing like rhythm and blews

All the servants to be picked
I was chosen – incomprehensible –
Blessed as I carried
The Triumphant King!

© Joshua Curtis, 2019

Welcome to Holy Week – 2019!

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Hammering Harmonies of Hamilton

It’s been 10 years already… That’s when I started this blog. TEN YEARS AGO! I have wanted to pursue writing for so long. I remember writing poems in high school and in college – before I became a Christian – when I would walk around a campus of 20,000 people and feel utterly alone and dejected. My notebook was there as I would spill my heart out on it’s pages. In my writing I would search so hard for God and for understanding. And then, he showed himself to me… This dream of writing has continued to come back and haunt me, so I started the blog. 10 years later and I am just now – this year – starting to really try and build this page. God, please forgive me for sitting on this dream for so long. My weaknesses and fear have held me back. I’m finally at the point where I’m okay with not being the best writer. I just have to do this because it burns in my bones and if I can only reach one person … no, even if I never reach anyone, I want to obey him as this desire he has placed in me. I’m finally taking a stand – at 35 years old…15 years too late and yet right on time as he has grown me along the way.

I continue to be amazed at how God puts things in my life right when I need it. For example, when I was living in Idaho, my guy Tim put me on Eric Thomas, who was someone that really helped me in a much needed attitude/outlook adjustment. After I moved back to Indiana, I spent some good time reconnecting with one of my brothers, Kyle, who was all hyped up about this Broadway Play by the name of Hamilton – only 4 years too late for me. (Praise God for my many brothers who have been such a blessing at critical points in my life!) I had never heard of it. I was not familiar with Mr. Miranda’s work before this, but looking into the play and learning its soundtrack, amazing work. This play and it’s threads throughout are so well done!

It’s hard for me to explain just how much this soundtrack is sweeping up my spirit! I am trying to forge my character to be more Hamilton-like and that has been on me for years. Finding this play helped put words, music and movements to how I have been feeling! Unfortunately, I have always been a fairly broken and insecure person. I have tended to live in the shadows of other men. I walk around with a burden of failures. Instead of being Hamilton, I am really Burr. Yes, Burr, but I’m at the point I am finding these shadows to be too…chilly. It’s time to step out into the light and not waste my shot! I mean, the world’s in such turmoil and we have the opportunity to speak life and stand on the right side of historic moments – how lucky we are to be alive right now. It’s time to grow and fight and start writing like I’m running out of time...yes, that would be enough. I’m hoping I can actually go and see the show sometime when I have the funds and time to do so! And although there have been several things that led up to this moment, this play has been the most recent piece in the puzzle for me.

In terms of building this page, this has been a wonderful 4 1/2 months. I appreciate all the encouragement, support and pointers that many of you have given. Several of you have reached out to me personally through comments and emails as well. It’s been such a blessing coming across so many great writers and amazing stories;  authors that have inspired, moved, encouraged, challenged, and humored me. I wanted to tag a few people in here, but I realized that it would quickly be over about 20 people and that would be a little crazy to fit in. Just know, especially for those of you that I have gone back and forth with over email or comments, I appreciate your work and the encouragement shown.

I do want to make at least one shout out though. My goal this year was to at least put up one post a week. And then, I ran across this very intriguing and engaging site that was informative and humorous. While engaging with some of these posts, I was drawn into a challenge all of the sudden to write a post a day from A-Z. Well, not to be shown up too easily, I took the challenge on, of course! This has been a huge blessing for me and has challenged me to work harder on my writing and staying faithful to the task. It’s been great exercise over this past week. Little Rants, thank you for the challenge and for the likes, comments and encouragement along the way. I appreciate it!

I am looking forward to growing as I continue to grind and hopefully produce some stuff you all can enjoy and glean from!

Before we go on this post, one quick funny story on this topic. As I’ve said I have been listening to this soundtrack quite a bit lately and every once in a while I listen to it while the kids are riding with me. Well, this week our youngest, who is three, was walking around the house while the other two were at school. She had a hair band and a little barrette. She was pretending it was her sling shot and she was shooting it while making sound effects (pew, pew, pew). Then, all of the sudden, she started singing, “I’m not throwing away my shot!” That’s right baby girl! I’m praying your daddy will do the same.

“The opportunity of a lifetime needs to be seized during the lifetime of the opportunity.”
― Leonard Ravenhill

Let’s continue to grow! Blessings.

© Joshua Curtis, 2019

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Garissa

 

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12 April 2019

“Garissa”

gasp What was that noise?! Why so much commotion?!
It’s exam day! Why is the hall rampant with motion?!
       What time is is anyway? sigh It’s 5:30.
My roommate lifts her head. “Hey girl. What’s all that noise?”
“I don’t know!” I’m becoming concerned and losing poise.
       “Was that a distant scream?!” Frame becoming unsturdy.

Our friend bursts through the door – face twisted in horror.
“They’re killing us!” We hear the thunder of AK claps from door.
       Looking in each other’s youthful eyes; panic!
We leap from beds and slip on shoes,
Ripping the curtain down, room fills with red hues.
       Desperation! Opening the window; frantic!

Our friend goes first, leaping to the ground,
Tears filling eyes with rising deathly sounds,
       My roommate held my hand then leapt,
As a masked man burst into the room,
Grabbing me in a flash, dragged by hair, before I could zoom;
       I wish this was a nightmare dreamt.

My friends scream, cry; with no recourse, sprint to gate,
With others, drug outside, laid face down. Our fate?!
       Is this a joke or a ransom? Could it be a heist?
“We are god’s men from the group of Striving Youth!
We are looking for Christians. No harm if you tell truth!” tears, whimpers
       My family..friends…life…My spirit leaps within; I yell “Jesus Ch… … …

© Joshua Curtis, 2019



This is a historical fiction poem from the massacre that took place at Garissa University College in Kenya in April 2015. I hope – and pray – that I honor those killed. I am detached from that culture, so it is written more so from the emotion that may have been happening at that moment. Why this situation in particular? Just felt drawn to do so.

My desire is to honor the many martyrs of the Christian faith that are being killed daily around the world. They are giving their lives for the truth of Christ, while many of us in the the West sit back and argue about his character and if his Word is reality. This isn’t good enough!

My hope is that this isn’t offensive, particularly to any Kenyan’s or their culture. If so, just know it is from ignorance and not intention. Please forgive me. My intention is of honor.

Below is a song by J. Monty in his honor to many martyrs as well (from 2015). The witnesses of martyrs are compelling and convicting. This is not saying Christianity is the only religion to be persecuted. However, as a Christian, I wanted to do my part to honor my fellow Christians that are under pressure, or that have paid the ultimate price for their (our) belief. Blessings to all!

Video:
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