Once I was a poet
I love poetry. Usually I love reading it but increasingly I've gone back to writing it after setting it aside nearly 40 years ago. I started writing again 6 or 7 years ago. This is one of the poems that reawakened my love of writing poetry.
A Psalm While in New England
O Lord Your creation gives me a glimpse of Your creativity.
How many shades of green do You know?
What of those greens are mixed with black?
And how do You make those leaves shine?
If this is how You treat Your friends
Who would want to be one?
Is it hard for You to make dark things shine?
Life runs through the dark leaves
On gray days they shine
As the narrow rivers of rain
Wash dust away.
Your washing is gentle and I scream
my protest that
I too want to shine.
A Psalm While in New England
O Lord Your creation gives me a glimpse of Your creativity.
How many shades of green do You know?
What of those greens are mixed with black?
And how do You make those leaves shine?
If this is how You treat Your friends
Who would want to be one?
Is it hard for You to make dark things shine?
Life runs through the dark leaves
On gray days they shine
As the narrow rivers of rain
Wash dust away.
Your washing is gentle and I scream
my protest that
I too want to shine.
Nice poem -- Thanks for sharing. <
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We enjoyed your poem. Do you still like Robert Frost? Maybe your next Doctorate should be a Doctor of poetry.
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Robert Frost is still my favorite modern poet. I have the largest collection - 30+ -of Robert Frost biographies of any living pastor. Which proves that if you put enough modifiers in place ANYTHING is true.
No more doctorates though. Like marriage, one is enough if you do it right.
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