Tears: Little Lines on Wednesdays


‘She is not sad, yet in her gaze appears Something that makes the gazer think of tears.’ ~Mrs. Embury (from Elsie Dinsmore)    

Simple Joys: Little Lines on Wednesdays


‘I draw my eyes back to a time, Of books, of silence, of pleasure, These are a simple joys, yet so fine, To them I drift whenever at leisure. ‘ ~Elizabeth Baillie (from ‘Star’s Walk’)

Like Summer Skies: Little Lines on Wednesdays


Hi Everybody! I have decided to post “Little Lines” on Wednesdays!  These peices of poetry will be written by other poets also…not just me (:  Here is one of my favourites. ~Elizabeth Baillie Have a little line to share?  Post it in comments! ‘My heart has been like summer skies, When they are fair to…

Journal


A poem about the helpfulness of a journal.

Coliseum


A poem about a persecuted Christian sentenced to be eaten by lions in the infamous Coliseum.

Pondering by Fog


Pondering by Fog As the fog rubs against my study windows, as it rubs there softly, I sit and ponder things high, things low, and the pit, far down below. The wooden door calls from the outside, the door opens the mouth of another to tell the news, “Do you not know what befell on…

Persistence in Pain


Persistence, persistence at the pain, push it harder, and maybe you shall gain. Ah!  Do you not revel in it? Boast Glory Delicious Dejection in Pain. Pretending to hate but secretly love, the pity and  gifts are in your grasp. Grasp it in pain Love it in pain still dying in shame.   Liked this…

Loving Heaven


When I wander through fields of green, and by none but God be seen, I think of those great places fair, where angel’s wings stir the air. I know that one day I’ll be there, In my Father’s love and care, if I trust His word is true, and tell His love to all of…

The Last Ship: An Obscure Tolkien Poem


 The Last Ship by J.R.R. Tolkien Fíriel looked out at three o’clock: The grey night was going, Far away the golden cock, Clear and shrill was crowing. The trees were dark, and the dawn pale, Waking birds were cheeping, A wind moved cool and frail Through dim leaves creeping,   She watched the gleam at…

Poems For Friends


Poems For Friends Here begins a series of poems for friends!  Each poem will be listed under the elven alias. (: I hope you enjoy them! For Arannä Llachmîr   Through many years has our friendship held steadfast, like a mighty oaken beam or a tall well-wrought mast. This to is the gift of God,…

Pondering by Fog


As the fog rubs against my study windows, as it rubs there softly, I sit and ponder things high, things low, and the pit, far down below. The wooden door calls from the outside, the door opens the mouth of another to tell the news, “Do you not know what befell on Second Street? Did…

Our Lord: A Poem


He is the son of David, the heir of Jesse’s son, He is our mighty Savior, He has now for us come. Yet He will not come in the clouds, nor with Heaven’s trumpets blasting, but to a lowly stable bed, a child, to raise the living and the dead. ~Magi

The End of A Diary: A Poem


As I draw near to the end of this tale; as I read back on all the times I did try, yet fail, and I all the days I did smile, and my heart grew steady, and hale, I see how the hand of the Lord moves, I see how his wonderful plan goes, and…

I See God Everywhere: My Favourite Works


I feel Your power in the wind, I hear Your voice in the rain, and it is enough to make tremble Satan’s bane. I see Your might in the river, I breath Your love in the air, I can see you and your goodness everywhere. ~I See God Everywhere

A Blessing in Parting: A poem


A Blessing in Parting Remember this as you journey on, think of it while the day is long, our loving Lord is always there, to help you your troubles bear. He’ll guide and show you, the way that’s ever true, through the darkness of your heart, He will His tender grace impart. Look ever to…

Moon Runes


  Moon Runes based on the book by J.R.R. Tolkien, ‘The Hobbit’ Walking through the elven halls, They followed Master Elrond, He led them into the night, And they were left without all light. The whippoorwill softly sang, And the elven halls with laughter rang, But up atop the elven tower, All was silent in…