Posts filed under: ‘poetry‘

Lots has been happening!

Busy, busy! That describes me lately! I’m a new Gramma! She is now 7 weeks old & so precious that mere words cannot describe her! If I was computer savey, I would post pictures of her! I’m also busy with planning a wedding. My daughter (got it backwards!) is getting married. I’ve also started a new blog, strickly for posting poems. Check it out sometime: I’m also taking an online Western Civilization class through the local college. Let’s see, am I leaving anything out? Oh, I’m knitting a shawl. If I don’t make any mistakes, it will be beautiful!! Guess that’s it! Like I said ~ busy!

Add a comment September 9, 2010

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:


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


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


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

Broken Inside

Broken dreams

Broken heart

What’s it all about?

Where do I go

When life hurts

When one door after another

slams shut in my life

Makes no sense

Leaves me baffled

Where do I go?

I go to the Rock!!

Add a comment June 20, 2010

a few poems ’cause it’s National Poetry Month!!


That shining moon – watched by that one faint star:

Sure now am I, beyond the fear of change,

The lovely in life is the familiar,

And only the lovelier for continuing strange.


I felt a cleavage in my mind

As if my brain had split;

I tried to match it, seam by seam,

But could not make them fit.

The thought behind I strove to join

Unto the thought before,

But sequence ravelled out of reach

Like balls upon a floor.

Add a comment April 16, 2010

Do Not Be Afraid

God’s power

to your weakness

God’s light

to your darkness

God’s love

to your loneliness

God’s care

to your troubles

God’s peace

to your distress

God’s eternity

Fill your life.

4 comments April 14, 2010

CHARTLESS ~ Emily Dickinson

I never saw a moor,

I never saw the sea;

Yet know I how the heather looks,

And what a wave must be.

I never spoke with God,

Nor visited in heaven;

Yet certain am I of the spot

As if the chart were given.

Add a comment April 5, 2010

keepin’ that poetry coming…

William Blake’s “The Lamb” seemed the right poem to pick in honor of Easter and April’s National Poetry Month. Enjoy!


Little Lamb, who made thee?

Dost thou know who made thee?

Gave thee life, and bid thee feed,

By the stream and o’er the mead;

Gave thee clothing of delight,

Softest clothing, woolly, bright;

Gave thee such a tender voice,

Making all the vales rejoice?

Little Lamb, who made thee?

Does thou know who made thee?

Little Lamb, I’ll tell thee,

Little Lamb, I’ll tell thee:

He is called by thy name,

For He calls Himself a Lamb.

He is meek, and He is mild;

He became a little child.

I a child, and thou a lamb,

We are called by His name.

Little Lamb, God bless thee!

Little Lamb, God bless thee!

Add a comment March 29, 2010

Easter & National Poetry Month are arriving soon…

And because of that ~ I thought I’d share this 17th century poem titled The Call

My blood so red

For thee was  shed,

Come home again ,come home again:

My own sweetheart, come home again!

You’ve gone astray

Out of your way,

Come home again, come home again!

1 comment March 22, 2010






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