This one is very simple and I won't bore you out.This one is about prayer. I don't know the author, though.
Prayer is the simplest form of prayer
That infant's lips can try,
Prayer's the sublimest strain
That reaches the Majesty on high
O Thou, by whom we come
the Life, the Truth, the Way,
The path thyself hast trod
Oh, teach us how to pray
What's cool about liking poetry lately is that in my last English Pace I learned about poetry; so that was cool. I learned that poetry has rhyme and rhythm; prose does not, and the different types of meters: iambic, anapestic, trochaic and dactylic. I also learned the differences between stanzas and verses.
To get an early start at earning money for Christmas we are supposed to read a spiritual book. Each one that we read is a euro and the really big books are worth two euros. So far I've read half of
A Heart of a Handmaiden: by Cathy Corle, half of A Heart for God: by Paul Chappel, and God's Ideal Woman. Those were great books.
Before I go I want to start writing part of one more poem down for you. If you find you worry a lot about tomorrow I encourage you to keep reading, for even if you don't like poems you won't be wasting your time.
Don't Worry Robin!
The harried , hurried robin
Sat and stewed upon her nest
And she wearied as she worried
But there was no time for rest
She had flustered as she flurried
From the East unto the West
Just to to find a few fat worms
To feed the babies in her nest.
"We've just enough for now,
But what an endless task is mine;
For in a just a few short hours
Will come another feeding time
If I'm able then to muster
Just enough for them to swallow
Before I get my breath
Again there bellies will be hollow!"
She added up the worms they'd eat
In just a day or two,
And the longer that she added
The greater her burden grew.
She despaired before she'd finished
And the year she calculated,
For all the earth with worms
Could not be so populated.
On my next post I will tell you how this little bird found out how to get through the day.I hope you will enjoy it as much as I do.
Elisabeth, I love your posts on poems. Someday, I just know you are going to call and read one to me. :-)
ReplyDeleteWhen I was in high school there was a book of poems that I would get at the library. I think I checked it out several times every year and I think I finally bought the copy years later when they were having a book sale. It was probably donated to the thrift store.....maybe I should go there and see if they still have it....but I can't remember the name of it or the name of my favorite poem. It did have a black cover though. Someday I'll find the poem so I can read it to you.
Love and miss you. Can't wait till your next post. :-)