It is a quiet evening,
’neath clouds and silent stars;
Mist-like is heaven’s wreathing,
Like scattered prison bars.
Oh, see the moon, ’tis rising!
See, gloweth bright its gleam –
The stars around surprising,
Behind its radiant beam.
Unlit was naught; all Heaven
Together breathed a song;
No star held back: God’s hand
Established them along.
I wondered, as I lay there, grieving
I thought, “Is He who fashioned Heaven
My Help? Doeth He
E’en Care for Me?”
I turned to prayer; my soul was seething.
Vagrant, I lie here, wondering
Entirely alone;
Ran I from chains behind me,
Ahead lie hills, unknown.
Lift up my head, O Sovereign,
O Lord Who know’st my need.
N’er cease to guide my journeying,
E’en to death, if Thou shouldst lead.
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Its really easy to become a frequent writer, just email Ben and send him a couple of your writings and ask him if you can be a frequent writer, i doubt he'll object.
Me too!
Serving Him,
Nathanaelâ€
We are waiting for the long-promised invasion.
So are the fishes. ~ Winston Churchill
Amazing
Vagrant, I lie here, wondering
Entirely alone;
Ran I from chains behind me,
Ahead lie hills, unknown.
That was my favorite stanza, I like the idea of unknown hills.
Sure thing
Thanks. I plan on doing so, I simply haven't gotten around to it yet.
I also plan to write a sequal to this poem; I'm still working on it in my mind.
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"The idea that we should approach science without a philosophy is itself a philosophy... and a bad one, because it is self-refuting." -- Dr. Jason Lisle
It's right, finally
I managed to get the spaces and indentations completely fixed now, the poem looks the way it should.
Excellent poem. It's very
Excellent poem. It's very punchy, if you will. Lots of meaning in few words. Well done.
Your poetry language is
Your poetry language is beautiful. I doubt I would have noticed the acrostic without being pointed to it.
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The Word is alive/and it cuts like a sword through the darkness
With a message of life to the hopeless/and afraid...
~"The Word is Alive' by Casting Crowns
May my words be a light that guides others to the True Light and Word.
Formerly Kestrel
That is beautiful. I wish I
That is beautiful. I wish I could write poetry like that. *sighs*
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"I wish I could fly, like dandelion seeds
Following currents, floating in the wind
Leaving behind the old and tormented
Seeking a place to start anew
I wish I could fly like dandelion seeds..."
~Unknown
"Sometimes even to live is courage."
-Seneca
There is more to this poem
There is more to this poem than meets the eye, methinks.
Does anyone else see it?
"There are no great men of God. There are only pitiful, sorry men whose God is great beyond measure." - Paul Washer [originally Jonathan Edwards]