(None of the below poems are mine, they were all found at the back of a hundred year old bible I found in a charity shop. I have no idea if any of these are published elsewhere but I wanted to transcribe them due to how fragile the old book is.)
1.
When purple twilight gathers,
And friendly stars appear,
When the day's long task has ended,
And quiet time is here.
I fold my hands and listen,
For I think my Christ may come,
And I want Him now at twilight,
When my day's long task is done.
So I'm watching and I'm waiting,
Each moment in the day,
For it may be noon or evening,
When he calleth me away.
And it makes the day go faster,
And the trials easier borne,
When I'm thinking every minute
Today my Lord may come!
2.
What a solemn thought, that our love to God will be measured by everyday intercourse with men and the love it displays and that our love to God will be found to be a delusion, Except as its truth is proved in standing the test of daily life with our fellow men. It is even so with humility. May God teach us that our thoughts accords a feelings concerning our fellow men are His test at our humility towards Him, and that our humility before Him is only power that can enable us to be always humble with our fellow men.
3.
An infant crying in the night,
An infant crying for the light,
And no language but a cry.
That I may know Him.
4.
Things that hurt and things that mar
Shape the man for perfect praise;
Shock and strain and ruin are
Friendlier than the smiling days
5.
For at the end of India
a god stands on a rock,
as if set there to block
The way of the God of the sea
From entering in his gate;
But He is patient to wait
Till the towering temple wall
Shall shiver and totter and fall
With a plunge into the sea,
And the land will be cleansed of inequity.
And every thud of the waves on the shore,
As they break in might,
And leapt in white
Of majestic prevailing purity,
Is a solemn stroke on Eternity's drim,
Saying 'Lo I come,
In the roll of the book it is written of Me"
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Songs of Saints and Sinners
PoesíaAn attempt to understand the divine and faith through my eyes. A collection of poems inspired by Blake, Milton and Nick Cave. From Christ to Krishna and everything in between. Basically attempts to convey some of my ideas and feelings about certain...
