More Poetry

Ok, ok, ok...I've slacked off a little (embarrassed smile), actually alot, on my blog. I guess that's what I get for making such a big declaration about emerging from the corner. Blah, blah, blah....let's face it. Mom's get really busy. And this homeschooling year is going to be very time consuming and hectic. So, I thought I'd bulk up my number of posts by adding another poem.

FYI....I will be posting about the wonderful Anniversary trip Kevin and I took last week. Complete with pictures and description! Ta Ta For Now!

The Purging Fire

Oh, Saviour that I may love thee more

and upon thy bosom lean

May I ever cherish my feiry trials

that purge this vessel clean

The dross the trials doth take away

though my aching heart may cry

yet refines in a likeness still

that shall forever be as thine

Do not the beautiful trees so green

forfeit their colors with time

As coldness creeps across the sky

leaves fall with dismal sigh

Oh, they seem to die in weary trodden paths

that upon them no mercy unfolds

Yet as the lush green has faded away

The leaves now have traces of gold

Their trials brought forth the better

and the beauty that only could come

from a season that forces change

and a mercy that will overcome

So harsh, yet so merciful

are the trials that burden me so

Yet in them the dross fades away

And the Saviour I more lovingly know!

Fall is Nearing

I try my hand at poetry from time to time. I wanted to add this to my blog because fall is my absolute favorite time of the year. It has a poignant beauty...all nostalgic and such! Enjoy!

Fall is Nearing

Fall is nearing,
thus my heart is in deepest thought
Gone is whimsical summer
and all the joys it has wrought.

The lush green will be on it's deathbed
And the fireflys will escape away
The languor of the hammock's creak
Will succumb to the approaching days.

The darkness of night swells with length
And the shadows become more intense
The brisk air whispers a foreboding tale
Of a season that holds no pretense.

Sprightly summer days must go,
Their cruel escort is the Autumn wind
And upon my deep introspection
Lies a reality buried within

Fall is nearing,
and my heart sinks with the thought
That I shoud fail to glean
from the lessons I'll be taught.