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Post by st1_Emrys on Aug 3, 2005 14:29:50 GMT -5
Here are two of my serious poems. Hope you like em. The first one is in the format of a ballad i believe (if I'm remembering correctly) and the second one is a free-verse poem.
A Blessed Grace
What colored leaf descends from above, That finds its resting place, In places not touched by Your love, Not seen by Your all seeing face.
What petal falls into the pool, Of tranquil water clear, In morning’s silent ceaseless cool, Not heard by Your all hearing ear.
What dew alights upon a blade, Of grass so green and bright, No matter the secluded glade, Not once eludes it Your sight.
Where be found that silent place, Not known to eye nor ear, That rests outside Your boundless grace, No place exists so drear
Where is there a place to rest That God has not bestowed A blessed grace on our behest The traveler there to rest his load.
Smoldering Coals
Upon the hearth Sits a stand That bears shovel tongs, and poker brand, The utensils with which to stoke a fire. The poker black, Dark and dreary Invigors the fire From ashes clearly Not yet cold- But still not warm The fire still smolders In the morn The ashes still May yet grow warm But lacking kindling It will slow, From smoldering ash To blackened coal, Then the tongs Grasp the log In a vise And place it On the smoldering coals And as the flames grow, The ashes die. Taken by the shovel Outside they blow, Tossed by the gusts Of biting cold. Yet the fire burns on, Fed by the sure hand Of the one who holds shovel, tongs, and poker brand.
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