"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.


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

  2. Meter's off in the second stanza.

  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

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

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


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The tongue of the wise commends knowledge,
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