Come To Me

Come to me, come to me, O my God;
Come to me everywhere!
Let the trees mean thee, and the grassy sod,
And the water and the air!


For thou art so far that I often doubt,
As on every side I stare,
Searching within, and looking without,
If thou canst be anywhere.


How did men find thee in days of old?
How did they grow so sure?
They fought in thy name, they were glad and bold,
They suffered, and kept themselves pure!


But now they say--neither above the sphere
Nor down in the heart of man,
But solely in fancy, ambition, and fear
The thought of thee began.


If only that perfect tale were true
Which ages have not made old,
Which of endless many makes one anew,
And simplicity manifold!


But he taught that they who did his word
The truth of it sure would know:
I will try to do it: if he be lord
Again the old faith will glow;


Again the old spirit-wind will blow
That he promised to their prayer;
And obeying the Son, I too shall know
His father everywhere!
               
                              George MacDonald

The Tiger

Tiger, tiger, burning bright

In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies

Burnt the fire of thine eyes?

On what wings dare he aspire?

What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder and what art

Could twist the sinews of thy heart?

And, when thy heart began to beat,

What dread hand and what dread feet?

What the hammer? What the chain?

In what furnace was thy brain?

What the anvil? What dread grasp

Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,

And water'd heaven with their tears,

Did He smile His work to see?

Did He who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger, tiger, burning bright

In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

                                William Blake

An Irish Airman Foresees His Death

I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan's poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.


                                    William Butler Yeats

The Flower

8.8.10

Some favor money

Some favor power

Some favor fame

I favor the flower

A simple pleasure

Delicate in nature

But it makes me sure

Of what I'm here for

Anxieties melt away

The moment I pause and gaze

Drinking the colors in a daze

Sets my mind above the day

And I think about life:

How good it is to be alive!

All the days the sun did shine

All the dawns the sun will rise

Pelican Friend

4.12.10

Anna and 'er pelican

Went to the beach

She sat beneath 'n umbrella,

Her pelican did teach:

Flying, Gliding

Open wide, and

Caught a lot

Of fish and water

(Make sure you open your mouth as wide as you can on the second stanza... like a pelican would.) :D

This is dedicated to my fun friend Anna P for keeping me not so serious all the time. (Thanks for the artwork to go with the poem!)

The Sun of Spring

4.12.10

Green! Green!

Everything's green!

The sun, it shines

Down on me

Sun! Sun!

Glorious sun!

Wonderful brother

From above

Down! Down!

He's come down!

To share his life

With us on ground

Free! Free!

Everyone's free!

To feel the warmth

Of light we see

Run! Run!

Under the sun!

Get up, get out

Til' day is done

Our Color T.V.

1.22.09

You've become so afraid

Of what others might think

You lock the door

And throw away the key

For painting a self portrait

You set up a mirror

But society's holding the brush

And the T.V.'s your color

Different masks are all we have

Your truth underneath them all

A human among a hundred false

And look! You're so beautiful