I have a little garden, hedged in by a wall
Protected from the elements from winter until fall;
Whenever I've a little time I like to sit therein
Basking in the sunshine - especially in spring.
I often use my rake and shears to trim and keep it clean
Snipping here and cutting there; weeding in between;
Planting, mowing, trimming, sowing; my
Updated Apr 24th 2009 at 12:43 AM by paidforinfull
This poem is based on Matthew 12:20 “A bruised reed He will not break, a smoldering wick He will not quench.”
A Bruised Reed
Sinner, you need not despair
God is merciful and fair
Lift your eyes; behold the Lord
Read and stand upon His Word.
God won't break a reed that's bruised
No longer will you stand accused
If true repentance
A green stalk reaches upward, skittishly
In the colorless, bitter night
How then, do I know its green?
I suppose I assume it,
Despite the fact that it, bathing in the silver
Off-white glow of the moon
Paints it a new color
And I didn't even think I would see it
For three too-short months buried under hopeless snow
But now it feels like the wrong time
The crocuses bloom as it rains
Rains a handful of tears a day down my
In the stillness of the night
(so long ago, it seems)
After I had dimmed the light
And hoped for pleasant dreams...
I heard a tender loving voice
Whispering "Child, it's time";
Then I knew I had the choice
To make the Savior mine.
I knelt down on my knees to pray
My head bowed
The world is full of superheroes
Decked in tights and flowing capes,
But in truth they’re only zeroes;
Strange cartoon-created shapes.
Most are said to be quite strong -
Endowed with strange, mysterious power;
Their mission is to right each wrong
Causing crooks to quake and cower.
Some can jump and others fly;
Updated Apr 8th 2009 at 01:10 AM by paidforinfull