PHILIPPIANS CHAPTER 1 - 4

THE EPISTLE OF PAUL TO THE PHILIPPIANS

St Paul is not always in the employ
Of writing docrine, sometimes he takes joy
As theme and rises to take the good bait
Of happiness to be in his estate.
His joy does not depend, it seems, upon
The fact that Paul's life and work meet the dawn
Of peace and success on the royal gate.
His joy is in despite of every late
Imprisonment, discouragement and rate
Of teachers false to his view of good hate.
Beloved, if I could live in some old town
Where Paul sent letters to read in renown,
I'd try for Philippi on Europe's shore,
Or in the West Virginian mountains' lore.

PHILIPPIANS 1

1 Paul and Timotheus, the slaves
Of Jesus Christ, to all the braves
In Christ Jesus at Philippi,
With bishops and the deacons wry:
2 Grace to you, and peace, from our God
The Father, and upon the rod
From the Lord Jesus Christ on sod.

If grace is Christianity to see
And peace is Islam to the bond and free,
Then what is the word of the Jewish pale,
The utterance of the first in avail?
The law of love I think is found behind
The words of Moses to the fair and blind,
That love of neighbour will fulfil the law
Until great prophets come to seize the paw.
Beloved, let me be a true Jew to stay
Within obedience to Your own way,
And let me be a Christian of the kind
That knows Your grace above the silver-lined,
And let me be a Muslim in both life
And death submitted to You without strife.

3 I thank my God each time I think
About you there upon the brink,
4 Always in every prayer of mine
For you all making at the vine
Request with joy, 5 for your part in
The Gospel from first day in bin
Till now; 6 being confident of
This very thing, that He above
Who has begun in you a good
Work will complete it all in view
Of the day of Jesus the Christ,
When he appears and it sufficed.

Beloved, the good work You’ve begun in me
Is not apparent to those who would see
Among the men in synagogue and street
Of church and mosque who think they are complete.
Oh no, Beloved, all men see me to be
An awful sore beneath their fair degree.
By faith I trust, despite the cruel word,
That You’ve begun in me a work and stirred.
Beloved, what You’ve begun in me I pray
You will complete before the better day.
I trust, despite the horrors of my will,
That You are guiding me and my life still.
The evidence is hidden by the hill
Of such events that swirl with ray on ray.

7 Even as it is meet for me
To think this of you all in fee,
Because I have you in my heart,
For both in my chains and defence
And affirmation of the part
You have in the Gospel, your bents
Are to receive my grace in art.
8 For God’s my witness, how much I
Long for you all in mercy’s cry
Of Jesus Christ. 9 And this I pray,
That your love may abound in sway
Greatly in knowledge and all way
Of judgement: 10 So you may approve
Things that are excellent in groove,
That you may be sincere, without
Offence till the day Christ comes out;
11 Filled with the fruits of righteousness,
Which are by Jesus Christ’s address,
To glory and praise of God’s clout.

True truly I have little righteousness,
And even that evaporates in dress
Of smoke and mist as soon as time turns on.
There is no goodness in my flight of dawn
Except the goodness of Your own hand’s way,
The lighting of a coming, better day.
I look forward to my sincerity
When Christ’s new day and coming by decree
Shall find me filled with righteousness abounding
From You alone in everything I’m sounding.
Then I shall waken to the joy I find
In the appearance from behind the blind
Of Christ come in the flesh and You behind,
Beloved, unmoored from throne and temple grounding.

12 But I want you to understand,
Brothers, the things on me that land
Further the Gospel though not planned.
13 So my chains in Christ well appear
In all the palace front to rear,
And everywhere all around here.
14 And many brothers in the Lord,
Inspired to confidence restored
Are much more bold to speak the word
Without fear of the king or herd.
15 Indeed some preach Christ in envy
And strife, and some too in degree
Of good will. 16 The one preach Christ for
Contention, not sincere in store,
Hoping to add affliction to
My chains. 17 But the other in due
Love, know that I am set up for
Defending of the Gospel store.
18 What then? Not withstanding, each way,
Whether in pretence, or in sway
Of truth, Christ is preached; I thereby
Rejoice, rejoice, no wonder why.
19 For I know this shall turn to my
Salvation through your prayer’s supply
Of Jesus Christ’s spirit to fly,
20 According to my earnest hope
And expectation without pope,
That in nothing shall I be shamed,
But that with all boldness unblamed,
As always, now also Christ may
Be magnified in my bod’s sway,
Whether by life or death to stay.

The evil that men do to me must last
Be turned to benefit before the blast.
That is the grand frustration of the world
And universe before Satan’s flag furled.
Each wicked thing attempted, each thing won
Adds only to the fuel and glory done
When Christ shall put all things beneath his feet
And hand the universe to You as sweet.
Beneath the veils of darkness I may plough
With mists about my furrowed, worried brow,
But at the end of the row where the vines
Bear the tart berries on which bruin dines,
The sun bursts forth, no longer as a god,
But servant to Your precious blooming sod.

21 For unto me to live is Christ,
And to die is but gain sufficed.
22 But if I live in the flesh here,
The fruits of my labour appear:
What to choose I know not to steer.
23 For I’m in a strait twixt the two,
Having a wish to leave the pew
And be with Christ, the better view;
24 But to stay in the flesh, it’s true
Would be a better thing for you.
25 And having this confidence, I
Know that I shall abide and try
To stay with you for benefit
To you and joy of faith to sit;
26 That your rejoicing may be full
In Jesus Christ for me to pull
By my coming to you again.

Say no more, my Beloved! Let Paul remain
Upon the earth like wandering Jew to gain
The centuries of benefit in store
For every eastern Christian at the door
Of hermit’s cave and cabin in the gloom
Of Russia’s wild spread out before the doom.
If it is gain to us, then send him back
From his sweet resting place to fill the lack
His going has imposed. I say in fact
He’s needed to correct the wily woes
That priest and theologian as it goes
Have perpetrated in his blessed name.
Send him back to redeem his awful shame
Of trinities and atonements for blame.

27 Only let your behaviour be
As becomes Christ’s gospel’s degree;
That whether I come and see you,
Or else be absent from your view,
I may hear of your happenings,
That you stand fast and in the springs
Of one spirit, and with one mind
Together striving for the kind
Of faith that’s in the gospel find;
28 And in nothing scared by your foes:
Which is to them a sign of throes,
But to you of salvation and
A sign that God is here to stand.
29 To you it’s vouchsafed in behalf
Of Christ, not only of the staff
Who do believe in him, but too
That they suffer for his sake’s view;
30 Having the same conflict that you
Saw in me, and now hear it’s true.

Paul cares for nothing really in the end
But for the good behaviour men should lend.
The faith and justifyings all in proof
Of wranglings and of danglings of aloof.
The last word’s always do right and appear
In saintly walk before You and in fear.
He says at least act right. I’ll do my best,
But in the Pauline way, I do invest,
Not in accomplishment of family
Or of my own achievements caught in spe,
But in the humble dress of Christ alone
Who lives beyond the azure pavement’s stone
Before the heavenly sanctuary’s throne
To intercede and then at last atone.

PHILIPPIANS 2

1 So if there’s any consolation
In Christ, or comfort in love’s station,
Or fellowship of spirit, or
Any bowels or mercies in store,
2 Fulfil my joy, to be agreed,
Having the same love, in one seed
And in one mind, as you have need.
3 Do nothing through strife or to get
The credit for the things you’ve set,
But in meek mind let each esteem
The other better than they seem.
4 Don’t take pride each one in his own,
But hold the other man’s in tone.

The value of the Son of God is found
In contemplation of the sacred ground
That makes humility before the crowd
And tries to give the glory if allowed
To others rather than to take to self,
Crowned with an elf upon a golden shelf.
That value is fulfilling of some joy
Of being of like mind in the employ
Of truth and faithfulness before the throne
Of Your great justice and mercy alone.
Beloved, my pride has run its course again
And whirled about the dwelling place of men
And at its last return holds what is seen
As but a veil of everything between.

5 Let this mind be in you, which too
Christ Jesus always kept in view.
6 He was in the form of God true,
Did not intend to rob God’s pew
To be just like Him, 7 but he made
Himself of no repute’s parade,
And took on a slave’s form and made
In likeness of men, 8 and so found
In fashion of a man, to ground
He humbled himself and became
Obedient to death, and the same
Of the cross. 9 And that is why God
Has raised him high above the sod,
And given him a name above
Each name: 10 so that at the name of
Jesus each knee should bend, of all
Things in the sky and in the thrall
Of earth, and under the earth’s wall;
11 And every tongue confess indeed
That Jesus Christ is Lord decreed,
To God the Father’s glory freed.

The purpose of these verses was to give
Example to the human how to live
Without the pride that binds the hand and eye,
And teaches the best way up to the sky.
Instead of learning that humility,
The theologue and priest would come to see
The words to prove that You are three of three.
Perverse are they in their perversity.
Beloved, let such mind be in me as in
The Lord Jesus, who fled from every sin,
And would not make himself to be a God.
If he would not, then who am I on sod
To claim divinity for him below?
I do not step beyond his love and show.

12 So, my beloved, as you’ve obeyed
Always, not as presence displayed
Before me only, but much more
Now in my absence, work the store
Of your own saving out with fear
And trembling as it would appear.

The implication of that grasping hand
Laid on or not upon the divine stand,
Is not the doctrine of the Trinity,
Nor justifying anything in spree,
But that those Paul loved and who loved him too
Should now and then obey commands from You.
They should obey when Paul is there to see.
They should obey when Paul’s behind a tree.
They should obey when Paul is far away
Where others faint and follow paths astray.
Beloved, let me please Paul by what I do
According to Your own commandments true,
And not hear every word claimed to be true,
That You no longer mean for us to brew.

13 For it is God who works in you
For both the willing and to do
Of His good pleasure come in view.

I’ve noticed, my Beloved, when I have tried
My best to work things out against the tide,
And failed or if not failed, made somewhat mess,
Then You step in to pretty the address.
You work in me, I see, when all goes well,
And when my patience stands up to the bell,
And when my walk is straight after I fell.
The will to do the right comes from Your heart,
The doing is Your pleasure from the start.
The veils that now confound the way I go
Part and I see the glory of Your show
Behind the mists of forests where they grow.
Your pleasure is a dawn and is a night,
A singing on the simple candlelight.

14 Do all things without murmurings
And without dispute, 15 that your wings
May be blameless and harmless things,
Children of God, without rebuke,
Among a crooked folk to nuke
For their perversity, by whom
You shine as lights on the world’s doom;
16 Holding abroad the word of life;
So I rejoice to sound of fife
In Christ’s day, not having in vain
Run nor laboured. 17 So if I’ve lain
Down as a sacrifice in store
Of your faith, I rejoice the more
And with you all. 18 For the same cause
You too rejoice between my paws.

Paul’s always impressed by the fact that he
Has made a sacrifice in faithfully
Doing the task You set him in the spree.
He’s fine impressed that without thanks or pay
He’s taught the saints the righteous, narrow way.
He’s sure of Your thanks for his work undue,
And for his labours and his pains in view.
How human is our Paul, how like a man,
Deserving credit and with hope in span
That others might take note in act and plan.
Beloved, I’ve had my thanks and found it stale,
The telling of an sordid evening tale.
The diligence is lost. The sleep is sweet
Despite the failure of the crowd to bleat.

19 But I trust Lord Jesus to send
Timothy shortly to your end,
So I too may be of good cheer
To know how things with you appear.
20 For I have no like-minded man
Who will do to care for your span.
21 For all seek their own, not the things
Which are Jesus Christ’s harbourings.
22 But you know his proof, as a son
With the father, he has begun
To serve the Gospel with me run.
23 So he’s the one I hope to send
In a short time, soon as I bend
To see how it goes on my end.

Paul has his favourites among the saints.
The reading of his letters well acquaints
The hopeful with his views. I might be led
To think that Timothy was better bred
Than Epaphroditus, whose greater worth
Appears that he’s been ill upon the earth.
I too have favourites, as did Jesus Christ,
Who let the happy John lie unsurpliced
Upon his chest when the sop had been set
And every sort of traitor had been met.
Beloved, since You are also one
Set on a throne without support of gun,
I doubt You have Your favourites on the run.
I wonder who is left here to regret.

24 But I trust in the Lord that I
Myself also shall soon come by.
25 Yet I suppose I have to send
Epaphroditus to your end,
My brother and companion in
Labour and fellow soldier win,
But your messenger, and the one
Who served my needs when he had done.
26 For he was missing all of you,
And he was sad you’d heard he grew
Sick. 27 And indeed he was so sick
That he was near to death’s door slick.
But God had mercy on his way;
And not him only, but to stay
With me too, lest I should be sad
After everything else was bad.
28 And I sent him with all my care
So that when you see him come there
So may rejoice and I may be
Less sorrowful in my degree.
29 Receive him therefore in the Lord
With all joy and hold such adored.
30 Because for Christ’s work he had come
Almost to death, and at the drum
Did not spare his own life to make
Up your lack of help for my sake.

It’s good for an excuse the man was missing
Philippians and wanted to be kissing
Them in his greeting in the Lord to say
How much he loved them in his own sweet way.
It’s good for an excuse to send him out
To do the bidding of Paul without shout,
And hope that everyone is satisfied,
After the way the man had almost died.
Beloved, I share the hopes and fears of those
Who send and summon on the churchly rows,
And as I see them speed from place to place,
Perhaps a lesser breed with a plain face,
I reckon on my own, who must stand still,
That I am satisfied upon my hill.

PHILIPPIANS 3

1 At last, my brothers, find your joy
In the Lord. And as I employ
My pen to write the same to you,
To me indeed is no grief due,
But for you it’s a safer pew.
2 Beware of dogs, beware of men
Who work the evil thing again,
Beware of mutilators’ wen.
3 For we’re the circumcision, who
Worship God in the spirit due,
And rejoice in Christ Jesus too,
And have no confidence in flesh.

Who knows what Paul may mean by dogs, when he
Sets out to warn the holy company?
The mutilators are those who come in
To circumcise the proselytes and win
Reward for introducing them into
The congregation of the holy crew.
I fail to follow Paul’s great logic here,
That circumcision of the heart in fear
Precludes the flint upon the fleshly tier.
One without other may well be indeed
A possibility and without greed,
And both may be, I trow, in any need,
But why the one excludes the other I
Fail to perceive no matter how I try.

4 Though I could also sit in mesh
Of fleshly confidence. If some
One else might think he has a crumb
By which to trust in the flesh, I
Have more: 5 circumcised with a cry
On the eight day, and of the stock
Of Israel, Benjamin’s dock,
A Hebrew of the Hebrew’s clock,
A Pharisee by the law’s crock,
6 Concerning zeal, persecuting
The called out ones with awful sting,
In regard to the righteousness
That comes by law’s doing, blameless.

No doubt the century of Paul was fraught
With Jews who really sat down then and thought
That their accommodation to the taught
Of Rome was not a sin, because they sought
Their compromise to save life and limb got.
They must have been consoling conscience by
The hope that circumcision on the sly
Would make up for the way they had to try
To satisfy the royal issue by
Admission of no messianic boy
As long as law and Scripture would employ
Their tongues and wags well-cut and set with joy.
Beloved, the history of men’s increased
Above the villainy of any beast.

7 But what things were gain to me, those
I just considered loss in rows
For Christ. 8 Indeed, without doubt I
Count all things loss for what I spy
Of excellency of the knowing
Of Christ Jesus my Lord and glowing:
For whom I’ve suffered all things’ loss,
Consider them but shit, so I
May win Christ, 9 and be by and by
Found in him, not having my own
Righteousness, which is of law’s loan,
But what which is through faith in Christ,
The righteousness of God sufficed
By faith: 10 so I may know him and
The power of resurrection’s stand,
Participation in what he
Suffered, conformed to his death’s fee;
11 If by any means I might get
The resurrection from death set.
12 Not as though I’d already got,
Or were already perfect lot:
But I follow after, so I
May apprehend what for also
I’m apprehended at the go
Of Christ Jesus. 13 So brothers, I
Do not consider at all I
Have apprehended, but one thing
I do, forgetting every sting
Of what is past, reach out to those
Things coming and the things I chose.

The kind of language Paul uses, I say,
Goes a bit far in what comes out to play.
Myself, I try avoiding that word much
Used by the ones too delicate to touch.
But is it not a saying in the crowd
About the inner sea, and said aloud,
That silver and the coin on market place
Is excrement exchanged in any case?
Paul may be nothing more than simple brat
Among the throngs of Italy who sat
And taunted one another so the girls
Would take note of the boisterous and the churls.
Beloved, let my tongue be pure at the slat
To taunt each rogue dog and every fat cat..

14 I press toward the mark in prize
Of the high calling of God wise
In Jesus Christ. 15 So let us then
Who are among the perfect men,
Agree, and if in anything
You disagree, God shall reveal
Even this to you and so heal.
16 Nevertheless, in what we’ve got,
Let us walk by the same rule’s slot,
Let us mind the same thing in plot.
17 Brother, be followers of me,
And take note of those in degree
Who follow the example we
Have left you in act and decree.

The same rule to walk by is that presented
At Sinai, though by Christians now resented.
Resentment’s justified by all such men
On basis of St. Paul who wrote again.
Yet Paul hopes that a single rule set up
My You, Beloved, might rule unruly tup.
Beloved, I do agree and love all men
Who follow in the wake of the big ten.
Can any say example left by Paul
Was to escape the narrow way and all
Outlined in simple life obeying You
In doing here what You once told us to?
Give me the chapter and the verse where he
Stole bread or then committed adultery.

18 For many act, of whom I’ve told
You often, and now tell you bold
With tears, they are the enemies
Of the cross of Christ in degrees
19 Who’ll just end up being destroyed,
Whose god’s their belly they’ve enjoyed,
Whose glory is their shame employed
In earthly thoughts of things that cloyed.

The enemy of the cross is not one
Who fails to bow before the crucifix
Or at the icon set before the sun
To cover men’s hands with shadow of sticks.
The enemy of the cross is no man
Who rules the symbol pagan in its span,
But rather he who disobeys Your law
To work on Sabbath days or extend paw
To property of neighbour and by plan.
The hater of the cross is the man set
To worship his own belly and to get
His pleasure from the satisfying flesh:
He crucifies his Lord again, afresh
Beside the laden table where he’s met.

20 For our behaviour’s in the sky,
From where we too look by and by
For the Saviour, Lord Jesus Christ,
21 Who’ll change our vile body unspliced
To make it like his glorious own
According to his actions shown
By which he can subdue all things
Under himself and in his wings.

The body beyond death, beyond the grave,
Received at resurrection to unstave,
Is not one immaterial and brave
In nothingness of being not to shave.
The vile form is not changed to nothingness,
But to one glorious in its address.
Beloved, I praise You that Your world is real,
And that there’s nothing empty here to feel,
But all You make is heavy with a song,
And everything is brighter than a gong.
The hope of those who find that matter’s wrong
Is empty hope, no matter nirvana,
No matter for the scratch of plastic claw
In holographic helplessness and awe.

PHILIPPIANS 4

1 Therefore, my brother, dearly loved
And longed for, my joy and unshoved
Crown, so stand fast in the Lord, too,
My dear and ever beloved crew.
2 I beg Euodias, and beseech
Syntyche, that they be of each
The same mind in the Lord to teach.
3 And I entreat you also, true
Yokefellow, help those women too
Who laboured with me in the view
Of gospel, with Clement also,
And with my other fellows’ row,
Whose names in the book of life grow.

It seems that Paul must beg two men to preach
The same Gospel that he set out to teach.
If he must beg, that means that early day
Saw many sorts of faith along the way.
It seems that Paul must mention women too,
Though he gives no name from that worthy crew
Of workers in the Gospel way and pew.
In all it seems that nothing here has changed
Since Paul set out his epistles arranged.
The men are vying still for place and power.
The women do the work at every hour.
Beloved, take me to heaven where I’ll see
The last be first, and the first faithfully
Sunk in the crystal sea or under bower.

4 Rejoice in the Lord every day,
Again I say, Rejoice and play.
5 And let your moderation show
Before all men. The Lord’s at hand.
6 Don’t worry about any planned,
But in all things by prayer and stand
In supplication to give thanks,
So your requests be like the planks
Made known to God to fill His tanks.

If Paul had realized two thousand years
Would pass before the Lord who’s in arrears,
Though he says is at hand, would really come,
I think he might have been slower a bum
To write encouragement for all and some.
And yet if second coming in that day
Was matter for rejoicing where they pray,
How much more now, after the centuries
Have laid their havoc on the hearts they tease!
Beloved, send in Your promised one again
To stave off clutches of women and men
Who still in round of Noah’s generation
Forget to worship You upon their station.
Among rejoicing ones there might be ten.

7 The peace of God, (some call Islam)
Which passes understanding’s balm,
Shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ
Jesus, and that’s a thing sufficed.
8 At last, my brothers, what things be
Both true and honest, just to see,
The pure, the lovely, well received,
If there be virtue, praise believed,
Just think about these things reprieved.
9 Those things that you’ve learned and received,
And heard, and seen in me, such do,
The God of peace shall be with you.

St Paul was writer in Your sacred book
Worthy of honour and grace as I look
Upon these lovely words. So I forgive
The many times his words sound like a sieve.
The peace of God beyond the mind to know,
The Christ that never fails to keep the glow,
The true and honest, pure, lovely still show
That praise and virtue are things worth the row.
Beloved, I bask in all the glory met
In these two verses slight and at last set,
An afterword perhaps, a waving back,
A good-bye from apostle shown not slack,
And as I bask, I wonder all the while
That there is so much beauty in the smile.

10 But I rejoiced greatly in YHWH,
That now at last your care of me
Has flourished once more and greatly
In what you cared about, but you
Did not have the chance to come through.
11 Not that I complain of my lack,
For I have learned, and I’m not slack,
Whatever conditions I’m in,
To be content and without sin.
12 I know both how to be abased,
I know how to abound when chased:
Everywhere and in all things I
Am taught both to be full and try
To be hungry, both to abound
And to suffer lack on the ground.
13 I can do all things through Christ who
Comes in to strengthen what I do.

After Paul’s backhand complaint of the style
Of meeting his needs and belly’s poor guile,
He once more rises to the task at hand
Of showing glory come from where You stand.
I can do all things through Christ at the call,
Who comes to strengthen me, though I am small.
I can do all. Beloved, the message creeps
Around the cold heart where the hopeless sleeps
And kindles fires again, and finds the way
Illumined by a new and brighter day.
I waken from the weakened bed and night,
I find the morning made of a new light,
And new strength breaks the window of my sight
With warming courage and with ray on ray.

14 Nevertheless, you have done well
To send me help in my bad spell.
15 Now you Philippians too know,
That in the start of Gospel show,
When I left for Macedonia,
No group of called out ones in awe
Gave me a cent, but you in paw.

I guess the rate of giving relieves Paul
Of his thanksgiving backed against the wall,
If only one church had the care to give
Him anything at all to help him live.
Tent-maker ministers are famous still,
And probably the better of the mill.
I too have seen life pass without a bill
And often salary as been at nil.
Beloved, like Paul, I look back at the stroke
And see that while I often have been broke,
Still You have given bounties for my share
And kept me hungerless beneath Your care.
Though Philippi is rarely in my way,
I still find cities shimmering with day.

16 Even in Thessalonica
You sent me help twice in the thaw.
17 Not because I desire a gift:
But I desire fruit that may lift
To your account and not short shrift.
18 But I have everything I need,
And I am full and without greed
Received from Epaphroditus
The things that you sent without fuss,
An odour of a sweet smell, and
A sacrifice well set to stand
Before God pleased with you in hand.
19 But my God shall supply your need
In all according to the speed
Of His riches in glory by
Christ Jesus standing in the sky.
20 Now unto God our Father be
Glory now and eternally. Amen.
21 Greet every saint in Jesus Christ.
The brothers with me greet your heist.
22 All the saints greet you, chiefly those
Who are of Caesar’s household rows.
23 The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ
Be with all of you that he chose. Amen.

That far off day when packages arrived
In Thessolonica where St Paul strived
To bear the burden of both life and toil
Upon the harrowed streets with coil on coil
Seems further off than anything when I
Remember what’s occurred beneath that sky.
The holocaust came silently to town
And silently stole off with hardly frown
From any Christian in that hollowed place.
Beloved, let Paul redeem himself and race.
If Paul had been eating care package then,
Would he have been taken among those men?
I trow he would. So let no man mistake
His circumcision for a Christian rake.

AUTHOR: THOMAS G. MCELWAIN

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