This is a poem I was recently introduced too, and I thought it should go in here.
I see His blood upon the rose
And in the stars the glory of His eyes,
His body gleams amid eternal snows,
His tears fall from the skies.
I see His face in every flower;
The thunder and the singing of the birds
Are but his voice - and carven by his power
Rocks are His written words.
All pathways by His feet are worn,
His strong heart stirs the ever-beating sea,
His crown of thorns is twined with every thorn,
His cross is every tree.
- Joseph Mary Plunkett
I figured out how to dedicate thingsss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, I guess Anna did..... But I helped!
"Not really." - Anna
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My Favorite Poems
PoetryFrom Robert Frost to Shakespeare, from daffodils to The Cremation of Sam McGee, this book is a collection of some of the greatest, loveliest, funniest, and just most beautifulist poems (in my opinion) ever written. Enjoy. I designed the cover and @S...
