Master There Is Still More!

Master There is Still More!

 

As people filled the hall Mary trembled at the door

Holding tight the fragile jar that held her treasure store

Her eyes ran searching, looking close as she softly crossed the floor

Then with the box of alabaster came and stood behind the Lord

She broke the seal and on his head perfumed oil began to pour

The crowd fell silent as the fragrance gently filled the air

“Why this waste?” one man exclaimed why not feed the poor?

But Mary looked up to His face and said “Master, there is still more!”

Then effortlessly with a joy she knelt to wash his feet

And wiped them with her hair then smiled her worship now complete

 

 

But with righteous indignation soon the people harshly asked

Just think of all that we could buy with the spikenard from that flask!

But Mary only paused to fix her wet and loosened hair

Then waited calmly at His feet by the broken empty jar

 

And in response her Master said that they’d always have the poor

Who could be fed on any day yet, they would not have Him much more

So tell this story always of how she has blessed her Lord

When she poured her perfume on my head

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“Master there is still more!”

 

One Christmas Amazed

One Christmas Amazed

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There’s a Christmas for Santa

And a Christmas for Elves

And a Christmas for stores

That are filling their shelves

There’s Christmas on TV

And for fresh falling snow

And trees decorated with lights that can glow

But in the midst of the ruckus that is filling our lanes

Is there room for the Child

Who gave Christmas its name?

 

Is there space at our table for a forgotten lost son?

Is there a place on our lists for someone with no home?

Is there hope in our hearts for the broken and shamed?

Or are we too busy to remember their names?

 

As you put up your tree then on top place the star

That remembers the kings who came from so far

Who knelt and rejoiced back in old Bethlehem

As they opened their gifts in their worship for Him

Take a moment to pray with a heart full of praise

For on Christmas was born God’s true grace that amazed

Poem One Christmas Amazed  by Peter Caligiuri 2016

We’ll Meet Face to Face

We’ll Meet Face to Face

 

Am I learning to be thankful in the way you told me to?

To have that true and faithful heart that trusts the whole day through?

Will I walk with blinders on seeing just my own small world?

Or can I find the grace and strength to bind another’s wounds?

 

When weakness looms I pull the shades and double lock my door

No limping step, no bleeding lip, no bruises cuts or sores

No fever hot, no icy chills, no loss of any kind

Will I accept within my home just sweet and sunny times

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Yet in the silence of the night when sleep is sliding by

I awake with faith and doubt engaging in a fight

The Spirit stirs and takes a stand while flesh just moans and sighs

Then in my weakest moment when I feel I can’t keep on

My Savior stoops and picks me up and holds me in His arms

 

Son you see these troubles come

While we are in this world

There is a Battle in your soul

To turn you from the goal

But set your eyes upon the prize

That pearl of greatest price

Is waiting for you in my hands

When we meet face to face

 

His Symphony Divine

His Symphony Divine

 

Thank you for your gift of music

Planted in me long ago

Though I Unwilling received it

It slowly chose to grow

 

Father showed me keys and rests

Set the meters and the notes

When my little mind was wishing

For catching frogs and my toy boat

 

His lessons seemed unending

When my lip was split and hurt

From that blessed clarinet’s reed

Daily practice was just work!

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But by grace notes and by quarters

And good old three-four time

Somehow began within me

A song that seemed to rhyme

 

And His melody stayed with me

Though sometimes I couldn’t hear

Over my life’s strong crescendos

And some sonatas filled with tears

 

But now I am just grateful

As my voice begins to wane

That His notes can go on singing

Through both sunshine and through rain

 

And I see my Father’s presence

In the notes between the lines

And I thank Him for His precious gift

With His symphony divine

Yesterday

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As they face early frost

Their veins are running red to brown

Forgetting nights once soft

But as one page turns another starts

Their stories don’t end here

The last lines tell us please stay tuned

When snows close up the year

Springtime’s hope is sealed in soil

Where seeds wait for their time

Yesterday’s just what’s gone before

God’s amazing life’s design

Free Book – Memories and Poems

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This is my first collection of poetry and brief stories with photography. You can follow the link or search for it directly on Amazon.

Memories and Poems for Dreamers will be available for free downloads November 12-14

Dad’s memory of Anzio

In tribute to my favorite veteran (my Dad)! I am posting a part of a poem he wrote   about his experience at Anzio, Italy. The ship he was in was hit by a bomb and sank and Dad was wounded yet by God’s grace he managed to swim to shore. Thanks to God and to my father and all those others who have served over the years we have the freedoms which we enjoy today. This is just my small way of saying, “Thank You!” He wrote this from France because it was written later in the year after he had recovered from his head wound.

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Photo from Dedication of the World War II memorial in Washington D C 

Invasion 282   by Al Caligiuri  France 1944

The flaming ship is bursting high;

The roars rebound!

Seething steel!

Fragments hissing by!

And yet the voices ——!

From out the night

Thoughout the night

Forevermore—–!

 

“Help me! Help me!”

The G.I. yell, but who can hear?

“This way, this way!” You can make it.

Come on you can make it!”

 

And then a silent prayer falls from his lips

His heart is sad!

Dear God, Watch over them!

Dear God, Help them!