Poetsegesis

Dwayne Sheridan
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Poetsegesis (Poetry + Exegesis) invites you to ponder the Scripture and the "BIGNESS" of God one poem at a time. Each episode brings you a poem that focuses on the context of particular passage or passages of the Bible through a pastoral, studied lens. You will find that most, in fact, do rhyme. About our host and author: - served as a youth pastor for twenty years - finds himself taking poetic notes as he studies - hosts music shows at their home called Bard & Bow - builds the costumes for the The Wingfeather Saga animated series - talks to much about movies - is a big ol' nerd

Episodes

  1. 04/02/2025

    Jesus, Who Are You?

    A poem to help you ponder John 7 and Matthew 11:28-12:14 “Jesus, Who Are You?” written by Dwayne Sheridan ——— Jesus, who are you? Who are you? Who are you? Some said, A good man is he Others amazed that he hadn’t studied Jesus, who are you? Who are you? Who are you? Will Christ do more signs than this man today? Or is he leading the people astray? Jesus, who are you? Who are you? Who are you? Are you greater than father Abraham? Did you just claim that you are I Am? Jesus, who are you? Now the time had come, for the Feast of the Jews A time to remember, by sitting in booths And the leaders of faith, had fallen to pride Viewed Jesus a threat, and called for his life But the crowds weren’t sure, in whom to believe Surprised by the fact, he was able to speak As they knew of the threat, yet he spoke openly We know where he’s from, but who could he be? Jesus, who are you? Who are you? Who are you? Some said, A good man is he Others amazed that he hadn’t studied Jesus, who are you? Who are you? Who are you? Will Christ do more signs than this man today? Or is he leading the people astray? Jesus, who are you? Who are you? Who are you? Are you greater than father Abraham? Did you just claim that you are I Am? Jesus, who are you? The crowd there was troubled, as they knew that he Had healed on the Sabbath, was he law breaking? So Jesus answered, my teaching’s not mine It comes from the Father, and it’s not my time And on the matter, of a Sabbath’s break Cov'nant signs and healings, both are good that day To know the Father, and know His true plan I'm Lord of the Sabbath, and Sabbath's for man. He called himself God, but carried through town The means of his downfall, and wore a thorned crown The ring of each nail, rang out from that hill Just one of three guilty whose blood would be spilled Did his power run out? His miracles seemed true. “Father forgive them, they know not they do.” Then darkness… A lawful veil torn… Jesus, who are you? Who are you? Who are you? Some said, A good man is he Others amazed that he hadn’t studied Jesus, who are you? Who are you? Who are you? Will Christ do more signs than this man today? Or is he leading the people astray? Jesus, who are you? Who are you? Who are you? Are you greater than father Abraham? Did you just claim that you are I Am? Jesus, who are you? ——— If you like to put eyes to page even more than ears to sound waves, you can find a collection of our host’s poetry in book form on Amazon at http://a.co/d/il1LE0i

  2. 04/02/2025

    Take Care

    A poem to help you ponder Deuteronomy 8:11-20 “Take Care” written by Dwayne Sheridan ——— Living in the suburbs In the safety of the cul-de-sac Where children play 'til the setting sun ends the day And cars go out, to and fro With many places now to go From practices and entertains And grocery stores' options galore There is a danger in the stands That doesn't offer candy or drive a paneled van Take care Lest you forget the Lord your God Take care Lest you forget who brought you here to where you are If you find you have some wealth Or a semblance of ease Work to remember that The Lord provided these Take care Think about, what He has brought you through The things you wanted, that He kept from you The things you worked for, that He has brought to pass But why you, when others haven’t had the chance Your power, your might, does nothing But by the grace of God it comes to something And sometimes, it all comes to nothing There is grace in those things that come to nothing Take care Who led? Who fed? Who freed? Whose bread? Whose might? Whose rite? Whose blood? Was shed? Take care Lest you forget the Lord your God Take care Lest you forget who brought you here to where you are If you find you have some wealth Or a semblance of ease Work to remember that The Lord provided these Take care ——— If you like to put eyes to page even more than ears to sound waves, you can find a collection of our host’s poetry in book form on Amazon at http://a.co/d/il1LE0i

  3. 04/02/2025

    Through the Safety of the Door

    A poem to help you ponder Psalm 6 “Troubled Bones” written by Dwayne Sheridan ——— The guilty climber, he can see Though nothing more than a thief And a robber The keeper opens up the gate To the blind, seals their fate Sons and daughters Those who are but hired hands They will never take a stand When there’s danger But the Good will give his life For the fold, in the strife He’s no stranger Don’t follow after strangers Don’t heed their siren call Flee the shouting of the loveless Through the safety of the Door Don’t follow after strangers They want to take your all Heed the one with the gatekeeper Through the safety of the Door I’m the Good shepherd, hear me sheep I know my own and they know me Like the Father And for this reason, He loves me My life laid down, no thievery It’s my honor There are those not of this fold I must bring them in also Wolves howling in the night The day labors scatter quickly at the sound But the Good one stands to fight Gathers in his own by laying his life down Don’t follow after strangers Don’t heed their siren call Flee the shouting of the loveless Through the safety of the Door Don’t follow after strangers They want to take your all Heed the one with the gatekeeper Through the safety of the Door ——— If you like to put eyes to page even more than ears to sound waves, you can find a collection of our host’s poetry in book form on Amazon at https://a.co/d/iI1LE0i

  4. 04/02/2025

    If the World Hates You

    A poem to help you ponder John 15:1-26 “If the World Hates You” written by Dwayne Sheridan ———   A servant is not greater than his master Enemies sought to persecute the later It’s true They’ll seek the former, too He was hated by them, for his stance on Loving the lowly more than those,  in com- -mand The Pharasaical band   If the world hates you, know it hated Him before It hated you Because you’re not it’s own But that’s not an excuse It may just hate you cuz you’re mean. If the world hates you For your compassion gleaned of Holy fruit And not unpleasantness that you pursue To justify your cruel routine It may just hate you cuz you’re mean. Jesus said they’d know his children by His love those Acting with compassion, joy, and righteousness Made new With the Spirit, too Not just face to face or In holy places When backs are turned or virtual spaces Unglued Unholy attitude Unglued What’s wrong with you!   If the world hates you, know it hated Him before It hated you Because you’re not it’s own But that’s not an excuse It may just hate you cuz you’re mean. If the world hates you For your compassion gleaned of Holy fruit And not unpleasantness that you pursue To justify your cruel routine It may just hate you cuz you’re mean.   He is the Vine, we are the branches Love is not based on circumstances To crush those in avalanches The ends don’t affirm cruel reactions He is the Vine, we are the branches Not clubs intent to break the masses Or lift ourselves to greater advances Unless you want tables flipped on your head If the world hates you, know it hated Him before It hated you Because you’re not it’s own But that’s not an excuse It may just hate you cuz you’re mean. If the world hates you For your compassion gleaned of Holy fruit And not unpleasantness that you pursue To justify your cruel routine It may just hate you cuz you’re mean. ——— If you like to put eyes to page even more than ears to sound waves, you can find a collection of our host’s poetry in book form on Amazon at http://a.co/d/il1LE0i

  5. 03/17/2025

    Troubled Bones

    A poem to help you ponder Psalm 6 “Troubled Bones” written by Dwayne Sheridan ——— I’ve got trouble in my bones Lord, please help me! I’ve got trouble in my bones Lord, please help me! Be gracious to me, Oh Lord, For I’m languishing How long will this go on? Lord, please help me! Every night I wail and moan Lord, I’m weary Every night I wail and moan Lord, I’m weary At night I flood my bed, oh Lord, With heavy tears of dread I can’t praise you if I’m gone. Lord, I’m weary The Lord has heard my plea He will help me The Lord has heard my plea He will help me My enemies now quake, oh Lord, They turn back in shame For the sake of your great love You have helped me ——— If you like to put eyes to page even more than ears to sound waves, you can find a collection of our host’s poetry in book form on Amazon at https://a.co/d/iI1LE0i

  6. 03/13/2025

    In a Little While

    A poem to help you ponder John 16:16-33 “In a Little While” written by Dwayne Sheridan ——— The priests and prophets of ol’ Ephraim Once crowned with beauty, but their flower did fade They stagger and stumble, no judgement they give Their tables spewed over no longer have space Like the first summer fig going down The Lord now wears their crown   Woe to those who hear as a child Not for the lacking, but garbled by pride They babble on, and drink in the same And scoff at the judgment decreed by the King Remember the proud crown of the drunkards of Ephraim   Now listen, dear children, of ol’ Abraham Whose leaders take refuge in death and deceit The plumb line of justice upon you will lower You’ll be swept away by the hail you have reaped Don’t strengthen your bonds with Sheol Remember, the sure Cornerstone   Their flower did fade Their flower did fade No rest for the weary, no comfort they gave Their flower did fade Their flower did fade No rest for the weary, no comfort they gave Woe to those who hear as a child Not for the lacking, but garbled by pride They babble on, and drink in the same And scoff at the judgment decreed by the King Remember the proud crown of the drunkards of Ephraim ——— If you like to put eyes to page even more than ears to sound waves, you can find a collection of our host’s poetry in book form on Amazon at http://a.co/d/il1LE0i

  7. 03/10/2025

    The Depths of Unholy Pity

    A poem to help you ponder the Book of Jonah “The Depths of Unholy Pity” written by Dwayne Sheridan ——— There once was a prophet filled with distainWho brought a message of judgment and painTo a land of people most distant But to that place he inclined not to goFor the message might lead to salvation for thoseIn a city known for violence and gallAnd that option the prophet detestedIn adverse direction, the way that he ranIn great disregard for the one in commandA possible showing of love and affectionForgiveness received from a higher dimension So he spent three days in the depths   Then retched and arrived on the shores of that land Now obligated to share the word planned Though vast was the city, he spoke of its fate "In forty days hence, an overthrown state By holy decree, for you in these gates." And he hoped that the city would burn.   But the people repented, the king made decree "Put on your sack cloth, have nothing to eat. Even the cattle will not drink this day. Turn now from violence and our evil ways. And who knows? God’s will may be turned His anger subdued by the lesson we learned If so, then may we not perish.”   And God saw what they did.   So He stayed His arm from the life-ending blow Gave mercy, compassion to people of woe But the prophet, displeased, was fuming with rage “I knew you’d show mercy!” at the Sender complained. “If they are forgiven, than I’d rather die!” Awaited their fate up on the hillside Cared for a plant more than thousands alive And is known for his unholy pity So he spent three days in the dark So he spent three days down in the dark ——— If you like to put eyes to page even more than ears to sound waves, you can find a collection of our host’s poetry in book form on Amazon at https://a.co/d/iI1LE0i

  8. 03/10/2025

    The Proud Crown of Drunkards of Ephraim

    A poem to help you ponder Isaiah 28 “The Proud Crown of the Drunkards of Ephraim” written by Dwayne Sheridan ——— The priests and prophets of ol’ Ephraim Once crowned with beauty, but their flower did fade They stagger and stumble, no judgement they give Their tables spewed over no longer have space Like the first summer fig going down The Lord now wears their crown   Woe to those who hear as a child Not for the lacking, but garbled by pride They babble on, and drink in the same And scoff at the judgment decreed by the King Remember the proud crown of the drunkards of Ephraim   Now listen, dear children, of ol’ Abraham Whose leaders take refuge in death and deceit The plumb line of justice upon you will lower You’ll be swept away by the hail you have reaped Don’t strengthen your bonds with Sheol Remember, the sure Cornerstone   Their flower did fade Their flower did fade No rest for the weary, no comfort they gave Their flower did fade Their flower did fade No rest for the weary, no comfort they gave Woe to those who hear as a child Not for the lacking, but garbled by pride They babble on, and drink in the same And scoff at the judgment decreed by the King Remember the proud crown of the drunkards of Ephraim ——— If you like to put eyes to page even more than ears to sound waves, you can find a collection of our host’s poetry in book form on Amazon at http://a.co/d/il1LE0i

  9. 03/05/2025

    The Sight Light Brings

    A poem to help you ponder John 9:1-41 “The Sight Light Brings” written by Dwayne Sheridan ——— “I was, thrown out of the synagogue today Because I, was born blind but now I see In my Healer, I now believe Despite the questions, of Sightless Pharisees Was it for wrongs my folks had done? Or for the sins of this here son? That it would take this long for me To use my eyes, why was this to be?   Sometimes the ones who know the most See right through truth, like a ghost Others, blind, receive their sight To behold the works of Christ This is an amazing thing! behold! The sight Light brings.   A second time they called me in To testify of what happened They asked my parents “Was it true?” “He’s of age, why don’t you have, him tell you.” Well, Pharisees, I am amazed That you don’t know from whence he came You’ve seen his works, it must be true Do you wish to be, his disciples too?   Sometimes the ones who know the most See right through truth, like a ghost Others, blind, receive their sight To behold the works of Christ This is an amazing thing! behold! The sight Light brings. He put mud upon my eyes Of spit and dirt made on the ground I washed it off, my sight was found People marveled, is it he? Though born blind, I could now see A beggar changed, why was it me?   His followers, they wondered, too. What brought this man this misfortune? Family sin or his own vice? What caused this man, to pay such a great price? So the, works of God might be displayed The reason that the Healer gave Former blind worships in faith The Phari-see, their guilt remains Why, this IS an amazing thing! Sometimes the ones who know the most See right through truth, like a ghost Others, blind, receive their sight To behold the works of Christ This is an amazing thing! behold! The sight Light brings.” ——— If you like to put eyes to page even more than ears to sound waves, you can find a collection of our host’s poetry in book form on Amazon at http://a.co/d/il1LE0i

  10. 03/04/2025

    A Raven Considered

    A poem to help you ponder Luke 12:22-31 “A Raven Considered” written by Dwayne Sheridan ——— Does the raven every wonder as it soars beneath the clouds “Will tomorrow bring the future up to me?” Does it contemplate a fierce machine to add substantial hours and interject a new reality?   Breathe. Stay calm. Hold fast to your valued life No need of migrant song. Rest well. You belong. Don’t claw at moments up ahead Nevermore to feel alone   Does the raven scan the ground below And wish to find a land Wherein a vessel built there might contain The means to keep himself alive Through times unseen before A storehouse filled with all the work he’s gained   Breathe. Stay calm. Hold fast to your valued life No need of migrant song. Rest well. You belong. Don’t claw at moments up ahead Nevermore to feel alone   Flocks around the world seek earthly things Soaring, searching what tomorrow brings Land and see the Father knows your needs Love and live and seek the aviary of the King   Breathe. Stay calm. Hold fast to your valued life No need of migrant song. Rest well. You belong. Don’t claw at moments up ahead Nevermore to feel alone. ——— If you like to put eyes to page even more than ears to sound waves, you can find a collection of our host’s poetry in book form on Amazon at https://a.co/d/iI1LE0i

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Poetsegesis (Poetry + Exegesis) invites you to ponder the Scripture and the "BIGNESS" of God one poem at a time. Each episode brings you a poem that focuses on the context of particular passage or passages of the Bible through a pastoral, studied lens. You will find that most, in fact, do rhyme. About our host and author: - served as a youth pastor for twenty years - finds himself taking poetic notes as he studies - hosts music shows at their home called Bard & Bow - builds the costumes for the The Wingfeather Saga animated series - talks to much about movies - is a big ol' nerd

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  • Creator
    Dwayne Sheridan
  • Years Active
    2025
  • Episodes
    10
  • Rating
    Clean
  • Copyright
    © Dwayne Sheridan
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