Out of the darkness

This mornings devotional was about how God has brought us (if we are a believer) out of the darkness and caused us to walk in His Light, later I was looking at one of my poetry books and this poem jumped out at me:

LIGHT SHINING OUT OF DARKNESS ~ William Cowper

God moves in a mysterious way,

His wonders to perform;

He plants His footsteps in the sea,

And rides upon the storm.

Deep in unfathomable mines

Of never failing skill,

He treasures up His bright designs,

And works His sovereign will.

Ye fearful saints fresh courage take;

The clouds ye so much dread

Are big with mercy, and shall break

In blessings on your head.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,

But trust Him for His grace;

Behind a frowning providence,

He hides a smiling face.

His purposes will ripen fast,

Unfolding every hour:

The bud may have a bitter taste,

But sweet will be the flower.

Blind unbelief is sure to err,

And scan His work in vain;

God is His own interpreter,

And He will make it plain.

1 comment July 31, 2010

Poetry!

I have about five really awesome books of poetry. I love entering another world by opening their pages. I’m transported. I’m inspired. Awed. Amazed. Challenged. Provoked to thought. Thought I’d share a few so that you can do the same!

Of Human Life, Henry King

Like to the falling of a star,

Or as the flights of eagles are,

Or like the fresh spring’s gaudy hue,

Or silver drops of morning dew,

Or like a wind that chafes the flood,

Or bubbles which on water stood:

Even such is man, whose borrowed light

Is straight called in, and paid to night.

The wind blows out, the bubble dies;

The spring entombed in autumn lies;

The dew dries up, the star is shot;

The flight is past- and man forgot.

There Is No Frigate Like a Book, Emily Dickinson

There is no frigate like a book

  To take us lands away,

Nor any courses like a page

  Of prancing poetry.

This traverse may the poorest take

  Without oppress of toll;

How frugal is the chariot

  That bears a human soul!

The House on the Hill, Edwin Arlington Robinson

They are all gone away,

The house is shut and still,

There is nothing more to say.

Through broken walls and gray

The winds blow bleak and shrill;

They are all gone away.

Nor is there one today

To speak them good or ill:

There is nothing more to say.

Why is it then we stray

Around that sunken sill?

They are all gone away,

And our poor fancy-play

For them is wasted skill:

There is nothing more to say.

There is ruin and decay

In the House on the Hill:

They are all gone away,

There is nothing more to say.

Add a comment July 18, 2010

Summer?

I know that those of you who live where the sun shines continually and the sweat pours off your face are going to read this and think, “What’s with her, anyway?” But trust me ~ too much of anything gets to be tiresome. And I am tired of the continual fog around here! Some summers aren’t bad here on the Central Coast of California. We get a little sun and a little fog. But so far this summer we’ve had mostly fog. When you wake up to overcast skies everyday, it does get a little depressing.  My rose bushes aren’t looking too perky and the lemon tree my husband planted isn’t doing a thing. Not even the birds look very happy. lol

I found a poem that kinda sums it all up: FOG, by Carl Sandburg

The fog comes

on little cat feet.

It sits looking

over harbor and city

on silent haunches

and then, moves on.

Only, lately ~ the fog here doesn’t seem to be moving on!!

1 comment July 10, 2010