Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Crying
by Emily

Life is but a dream, a dream
That passes in and out
Through waves of whisper and of scream
In its ship is tossed about.

Life is but to sleep, to sleep
And hope to one day wake
From never-ending wail and weep
Watching for dawn to break.

And in one one moment of blissful sun
Our Creator shines His grace
On me, a wretched, selfish one
And clouds flee from my face.

Life is sweet, o precious sweet
Each moment alive and strong
I feel my thrilling heart to beat
To the notes of my Maker's song.

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7 Comments:

At 9:23 PM PST , Blogger the gardener said...

Pretty good. I think that I liked the other one better, but I would ahve to go and read it again.

 
At 4:52 PM PST , Blogger Ammy said...

*Gasp* Pretty. Not sure what to say. I really like it!

 
At 10:14 AM PST , Blogger emily said...

Yeah, the other one was better. My poetry is kinda hit and miss. I write what comes into my head, and then I read if afterwards to see if it's any good. In my entire life, I've probably written hundreds of poems, but only a few are of any value.
Thanks, Ammy! I'm glad you like it! Do you write any poetry?

 
At 5:30 PM PST , Blogger Ammy said...

Yah if has ryms like cat bat.

 
At 5:32 PM PST , Blogger Ammy said...

My mom writes good poetry. I will send you one of her poems

 
At 9:48 PM PST , Blogger the gardener said...

There has only been one poem that I have really really liked, and I will post that on here sometime.

 
At 3:11 PM PST , Blogger Beth said...

I'd like to see that poem, Ethan.

I didn't read all of it - I'm in a huge hurry - meat is cooking and hopefully not burning.

 

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