Poetry

God Gently Stooped

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The sixth day in morning
The Lord God stooped down
Ans scooped clay from the earth
To form man from the ground
He bent down lower still
To breathe life into him
Then smiled to see – Man’s first day begin

Then one night in Bethlehem
He stooped down once more
And came into our world
Above a stable floor
Then bent lower still
To give His life for us
Breathing out His last– On Golgotha’s hill

Then friends came to take Him down
And laid Him in the tomb
Gently wrapped in cloth
Then left for their home
But God bent once more
To where Christ lay alone
Gently stooping down – Rolling back the stone

God Gently Stooped
by Peter Caligiuri
Copyright 2023 All rights reserved

The Good Day God Has Given

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Why not wake with joy to greet 
The good day God has given?
Like Mockingbirds and Cardinals 
Each with their songs from Heaven

The Red winged blackbird in the field
The swallow on her nest
Sing out their special melodies 
As God has chosen best

And once their hours have passed and they
Towards home begin their flight
They find the place to rest their feet
And trust God’s care all night!


This is the day that the LORD has made;
    let us rejoice and be glad in it. Psalm 118:24 ESV

The Good Day God Has Given
by Peter Caligiuri
Copyright 2023 all rights reserved


Before I Knew Him There

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I did my best to visit but
Her memory was thin
And she kept asking if I knew
When she’d go home again

“What difference can I make?”
I asked and slumped down in my chair
“In just an hour or so she will
Not know that I was there”

So, I slipped out of the doorway
Hoping that perhaps I’d find
The answers to the questions
Parading through my mind

After I walked a mile the rain 
Began to fall and I
Started looking for a shelter
Underneath a tree nearby

There clinging to its highest branch
Stood a cardinal and he
When he saw me started singing
In his cheery joyful glee

And His melodies brought memories
Like echoes from a well
Reminding me of promises
That I only knew too well

Of my Savior and His passion
And the cross He chose to bear
To pay the price so high and deep
Before I knew Him there

"… to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God." 
Ephesians 3:18b-19 NIV

Before I Knew Him There
by Peter Caligiuri
Copyright © 2025 All rights reserved

I am dedicating this poem to the memory of my precious stepmom Amy, (pictured in the feature photo with my dad.) Amy battled Parkinson’s Disease for the last 6 years of her life and passed away in 2004. Though the scene in “Before I Knew Him There” is an imaginary composite, it is one that I see a bit of every week as I visit in the memory care wing of a local facility. I also dedicate this little poem to all those whose loved ones are passing through the veil of memory loss, or who are perhaps beginning that journey themselves.