Paradise

Heaven Song
By Phil Wickham


I want to run on greener pastures
I want to dance on higher hills
I want to drink from sweeter waters in the misty morning chill
Now my soul is getting restless for the place where I belong
I can't wait to join the angles, and sing my Heaven song!

"Love"

The Look
By Sara Teasdale

Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.

Strephon's kiss was lost in jest,
Robin's lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin's eyes
Haunts me night and day.

This is my silly poem. It's from Open Season. That's right, the animated film about woodland animals. What about it?!


There once was an elf,
A magical elf, who lived in a rainbow tree.

He lived upstairs from a flatulent dwarf
Who was constantly having to pee

And then one day he could take no more
So he went and knocked on the rude dwarf's door

And what do you know?
They suddenly both were married!

Nature.

Trees
By Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

Faith. Faith. Faith.


After the Storm
by Mumford & Sons

And after the storm,
I run and run as the rains come
And I look up, I look up
On my knees and out of luck,
I look up.

Night has always pushed up day
You must know life to see decay
But I won't rot, I won't rot
Not this mind, and not this heart,
I won't rot.

And I took you by the hand
And we stood tall,
And remembered our own land,
What we lived for.

And there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears
And love will not break your heart, dismiss your fears
Get over your hill and see what you'll find there
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.

And now I cling to what I knew
I saw exactly what was true
But oh no more.
That's why I hold,
That's why I hold with all I have,
That's why I hold.

I will die alone and be left there.
Well I guess I'll just go home,
Oh God knows where.
Because death is just so full, and life so small.
I'm scared of what's behind, and what's before.

And there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears
And love will not break your heart, dismiss your fears
Get over your hill and see what you'll find there
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.

from the category of "Faith"

from "The Eternal Goodness"
by John Greenleaf Whittier


I bow my forehead to the dust,
I veil mine eyes for shame,
And urge, in trembling self-distrust,
A prayer without a claim.

I see the wrong that round me lies,
I feel the guilt within;
I hear, with groan and travail-cries,
The world confess its sin.

Yet, in the maddening maze of things,
And tossed by storm and flood,
To one fixed trust my spirit clings;
I know that God is good!

Not mine to look where cherubim
And seraphs may not see,
But nothing can be good in Him
Which evil is in me.

The wrong that pains my soul below
I dare not throne above,
I know not of His hate, - I know
His goodness and His love.

I dimly guess from blessings known
Of greater out of sight,
And, with the chastened Psalmist, own
His judgments too are right.

I long for household voices gone.
For vanished smiles I long,
But God hath led my dear ones on,
And He can do no wrong.

I know not what the future hath
Of marvel or surprise,
Assured alone that life and death
His mercy underlies.

And if my heart and flesh are weak
To bear an untried pain,
The bruised reed He will not break,
But strengthen and sustain.

No offering of my own I have,
Nor works my faith to prove;
I can but give the gifts He gave,
And plead His love for love.

And so beside the Silent Sea
I wait the muffled oar;
No harm from Him can come to me
On ocean or on shore.

I know not where His islands lift
Their fronded palms in air;
I only know I cannot drift
Beyond His love and care.

O brothers! if my faith is vain,
If hopes like these betray,
Pray for me that my feet may gain
The sure and safer way.

And Thou, O Lord! by whom are seen
Thy creatures as they be,
Forgive me if too close I lean
My human heart on Thee!


Brianna

Apriltry

Brianna and I are starting a 30 day poetry challenge today. It's most exciting. For the next month, we will be posting one poem a day. We have ten "topics" that we will each post one of, and then we'll post five random, perhaps original, poems. Here are the topics in no particular order:

Silly
Paradise
Love
Song
Faith
Nature
Peace
Hope
Tells a story
Joy

Everyone and their mother has been doing some kind of 3o day challenge lately, so we thought we'd invent our own.
I get the honours of posting the first poem of the month! It falls in the "nature" category.

Song to A Tree

Give me the dance of your boughs, O Tree,
Whenever the wild wind blows;
And when the wind is gone, give me
Your beautiful repose.

How easily your greatness swings
To meet the changing hours;
I, too, would mount upon your wings,
And rest upon your powers.

I seek your grace, O mighty Tree,
And shall seek many a day,
Till I more worthily shall be
Your comrade on the way.

By Edwin Markham



What a hippy I must seem...
Brianna will be posting a poem she's discovered tomorrow!