Poetry

His Symphony Divine

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Father taught about keys and rests
About scales and every note
When my younger mind was wishing
To be out fishing in the boat

But by grace notes and by quarters
And good old three-four time
Things slowly began to make sense
Like a poem starts to rhyme

And His melody stayed with me
Though sometimes I couldn’t hear
Over my life’s crescendos
And 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 sunny days and rain

And I see my Father’s presence
In the notes between the lines
And I thank Him for the part I play
In His symphony divine!

His Symphony Divine
by Peter Caligiuri
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This poem, which I wrote about eight years ago, will appear soon in the 2024 Spring edition of Breakthrough Intercessor

Go To the Ant

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Go to the ant, thou sluggard; consider her ways, and be wise:
Proverbs 6:6 KJV

Go to the ant my Father said
Who knows to do My will
And crumb by crumb fills up his home
Before the winter’s chill

Each day he does his tiny part
Each night without complaint
And works beside a thousand brothers
With the patience of a saint!

If he can please his Maker’s heart
With just his little task
How much more should you and I
Do all that God may ask!


Go to the Ant By Peter Caligiuri
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So He Could Cover Us With Grace

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Now the tunic was seamless, woven from the top through the whole. So, they said to one another, “Let us not tear it, but let us cast-lots for it to decide whose it will be”—
John 19:23b-24a DLNT

They stripped Him of his tunic
His seamless cloak with all the rest
Dividing up all that they could
Then gambled for the best

While above their heads He watched
As He fought His fight with death
In suffering still He loved us all
As He struggled for each breath

And when they took Him from the cross
Where He had suffered in our place
There He died for us, alone, exposed
So, He could cover us with grace

And if anyone would sue you and take your tunic, let him have your cloak as well.
Matthew 5:40 ESV

So He Could Cover Us With Grace by Peter Caligiuri 
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Author’s note: I have been intrigued by the stories of the shroud of Turin, and have watched with interest several presentations about its history. But, as I recently came upon the verse in the Sermon on the Mount, where Jesus tells us to yield our tunic and cloak, I remembered how the soldiers, ruthlessly stripped Him naked and then gambled for His seamless robe. Then, I was ashamed to think that I had been drawn to stories of the cloth He may have been buried in, but never wondered about what He wore in life.