"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.
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6 comments:

  1. Caroline9:54 PM, August 10, 2006

    How long did you spend on that, exactly?

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  2. Josiah Lewis10:13 PM, August 10, 2006

    Five minutes or so.
    Why?

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  3. Caroline11:03 PM, August 10, 2006

    Meter's off in the second stanza.

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  4. Annie11:05 PM, August 10, 2006

    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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  5. Josiah Lewis7:31 AM, August 11, 2006

    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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  6. Hope3:39 PM, August 11, 2006

    hmmmmmm

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