I asked God for strength that I might achieve. I was made weak that I might learn humbly to obey.I asked for health that I might do greater things. I was given infirmity that I might do better things.I asked for riches that I might be happy. I was given poverty that I might be ...
"Grand-sire, dear," I asked enraptured, "How long did that summer last?" But he sadly gazed and pondered, And he answered me at last. "Child, it was a long, bright summer, But a winter came again, Came with cold and snow and showers, With its gales of grief and pain...
To you, my strength, I will sing praises. For God is my high tower, the God of my mercy. For the Chief Musician. To the tune of "The Lily of the Covenant." A teaching poem by David, when he fought with Aram Naharaim and with Aram Zobah, and Joab returned, and killed twelve t...
Now give me God the strength. (poem)Rummo, PaulEerik
Apprehensions—are God’s introductions— To be hallowed—accordingly— FR849 I’ve been entirely focused on my novel, but this poem by Dickinson caught my attention for a number of reasons. First because I had to reread it several times (and I’m still not sure), second because it remin...
“It’s good to have the book published. Though the timing has been strange. Just a bit off from the start. First spoke to Paul, fromLunar Poetrymagazine, about the collection, in 2012. In 2013, I askedNiall O’Sullivanto do the editing and got stuck into pulling the poems together....
Steps melting, asked, “How often d’you do this patrol?” She,“Every two days.” Me, “Shame, soon gone with climate change heat.” She, “Oh, I don’t believe in that climate change bleat.” “How long you been doing this job?” “About two ...
girls once named for virtues our mothers hoped we’d hold true: Faith, Joy, and daughter after daughter called Mercy. WHEN ASKED WHERE I'M (REALLY) FROM “To be Asian in America is to be quizzed, constantly, about your ethnicity. What are you? Where are you from? No, but where...
He shows his gratitude to the “ master,” i.e., the god, for saving his life and sings a poem about how the giant oak trees and caves disrespect the torrent’s voice. The bard curses the brutal king as he silences all the Cambrian bards, they will come back with hundred arms to...
Most would say how fortunate I was to have her so long in my life. I am thankful for that time. But for some reason I feel we still should have had a few more years. The hurt is real, the sadness is heavy, the questions of why are still asked. I still say hey mom. I close...