Posted in poetry, some thoughts on Jan 5th, 2008
A favorite poem of mine: To Mr. Lawrence LAWRENCE, of virtuous father virtuous son, Now that the fields are dank and ways are mire, Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire Help waste a sullen day, what may be won From the hard season gaining? Time will run On smoother, till Favonius reinspire [...]
Posted in poetry, some thoughts on May 11th, 2007
Eight High peaks of affection, low valleys alone: we’ve known these so well in our time. All trouble and strife? No, my dear, I must thank you. Yes! Thank you, for both, just the same!Lofty peaks, warm and living, surprising reminders, Urge me upward toward love’s highest meaning: To see Him who’s loved me, joining time’s [...]
Posted in poetry, relationships, some thoughts on Feb 24th, 2007
To Megan, From Aron February 2007 Go, my blue beauties, bring sweet sentiments of daydreamings and endless clock-watchings; Bend all your splendor to serve me, a creature, and lend me your voice for a while: “The heavens declare the [bright] glory of God,” as well as each tender blue petal: But once, just this once, [...]
Posted in poetry, some thoughts on Apr 5th, 2006
Sonnet 29 William Shakespeare When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess’d, Desiring this man’s [...]
Posted in poetry, some thoughts on Feb 20th, 2006
Hast Thou no scar? No hidden scar on foot, or side, or hand? I hear thee sung as mighty in the land, I hear them hail Thy bright, ascendant star, Hast thou no scar? Hast Thou no wound? Yet I was wounded by the archers, spent, Leaned Me against a tree to die; and rent [...]
Posted in poetry, some thoughts on Dec 9th, 2005
Francis Schaeffer wraps up his must-read essay, titled The Mark of the Christian, with this ever-relevant poem by Evangeline Paterson. It’s called “Lament.” Weep, weep for those Who do the work of the Lord With a high look And a proud heart. Their voice is lifted up In the streets, and their cry is heard. [...]
Posted in poetry, some thoughts on Oct 22nd, 2005
BATTER my heart, three person’d God; for, you As yet but knocke, breathe, shine, and seeke to mend; That I may rise, and stand, o’erthrow mee, ‘and bend Your force, to breake, blowe, burn and make me new. I, like an usurpt towne, to’another due, Labour to’admit you, but Oh, to no end, Reason your [...]
Posted in poetry on May 25th, 2005
I stood a mendicant of God before His royal throne And begged him for one priceless gift, which I could call my own. I took the gift from out His hand, but as I would depart I cried, “But Lord this is a thorn and it has pierced my heart. This is a strange, a [...]
Posted in poetry on May 21st, 2005
When I consider how my light is spent, E’re half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide, Lodg’d with me useless, though my Soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present [ 5 ] My true account, least he returning chide, Doth God [...]
Posted in poetry on May 6th, 2005
NOT, I’ll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee; Not untwist—slack they may be—these last strands of man In me ór, most weary, cry I can no more. I can; Can something, hope, wish day come, not choose not to be. (5) But ah, but O thou terrible, why wouldst thou rude on me [...]
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