Tag Archive | writing

The Gospel via the Arts


See the Dancer,
Upon the stage?
She is Ruth,
Waiting for Boaz,
Their story live,
From Bible page.

Hear the music,
Rainbow bursts,
Against the sky.
He’s the Musician,
Bringing notes,
To color first.

Watch the writer,
Fingers fly,
Characters live,
Inside her head,
Redemption sought,
For sins gone bye.

Observe the artist,
On the beach,
To capture the Divine.
Two sets of footprints,
In the sand,
God within reach.

Listen well,
The Poet’s lines,
Explain salvation,
How one believes, 
Without altering,
Truth thru time.

Pay close attention,
Preacher’s sermon,
Heed his words,
God’s provision,
Gospel shared,
Disciple learnin’.

Pay heed to actors,
Screen or stage,
Who share stories,
In theatrical ways,
And all who work,
To bring life to page.

Different methods,
More different still,
What reaches one,
Doesn’t another,
Let Truth be told,
It has God’s seal.
             dfav  11/08/15

What Must Occur


Pen to paper

Pencil to napkin

Fingers to keyboard

Some avenue to express

What overruns my heart –


Jeremiah compared God’s Word

To a fire within his very bones*

In a need to tell

So much a need

That I cannot be silent –


Flow forth my children

Dress yourselves to fit

Be your role plain and simple

Or elegant and intellectual

Spread across page or screen –


Dancers must dance

Humor must laugh

Music must sing

So go you my stories and poems

Out to the world to read –


“This is my story

This is my song…”

Wing your way somewhere

Lay yourself on some heart

Point them to Jesus –


Pen to paper

Pencil to napkin

Fingers to keyboard

Some avenue to express

God lives in this writer’s heart.

        d.f.a.v. 6/18/14


*Jeremiah 20:9

Problem with Wordsmiths

The problem with
Poets, writers and fairytale makers
Is never being sure
If what they speak is truth
Or who and what they want
Truth to be.

The problem with
Authors, playwrights and eassaiest
Is never really knowing
If the experiences laid bare
Are theirs to share
Or borrowed from another.

The problem with
One whose craft is words
Molding, rearranging and perfecting
Is the craft defies reality
When the rules mean more
Than the story they tell.

The problem with
All these is that they are me
For to write is to breathe
And I crave for my work
To be read and understood
And to speak truth gently.

The problem with
Being a wordsmith of truth
Is truth is beauty and ugly
Healing and wounding
Sustaining and killing
All with the same words made tools.

The problem with
Using words, symbolism, rhythm
To tell the story
Is that life retold would rather lead
To places more pleasant
Than dark places in man’s soul.

So I pray each day
And I read my words through
The lenses of Holy Scripture
And I try to ignore
All the stats and numbers
To write solely to an audience of One.

The solution to the problem
Is tearing through the rules
Or writing within them in honesty
Whether the piece sells or doesn’t
Is not the measure of success
But God’s approval is.
               d.f.a.v.   6-18-14