"I have held many things in my hands, and I have lost them all; but whatever I have placed in God's hands, that I still possess." -Martin Luther

Thursday, August 10, 2006

Here by Popular Demand: A Short Poem

A wooden frame a picture frame.
Every eye a connoisseur.
From ice to mist to wind to flame,
Each one observed from bedroom floor.

Outside this room full of angles
The fallen world I don't see.
Though sin and Satan would strangle,
Your creation shows You to me.

7 comments:

  1. How long did you spend on that, exactly?

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  2. Meter's off in the second stanza.

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  3. Indeed it is.

    But it is a lovely poem. Not as good as the one you wrote about me tho. That one shall go in the anthology. lol

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  4. Yep - there's some imperfect poetry writing going on here.
    Hope, I'm still waiting to hear from you -- is it short enough?

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  5. Ah, well, you'll have to explain that to me sometime. The meter is a bit off, but oh well. Nice poem.
    ~C

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A soft answer turns away wrath,
but a harsh word stirs up anger.
The tongue of the wise commends knowledge,
but the mouths of fools pour out folly.