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from The Holy Sonnets

Batter my heart, three-person'd God, for you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend
Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
I, like an usurp'd town to another due,
Labor to admit you, but oh, to no end;
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captiv'd, and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love you, and would be lov'd fain,
But am betroth'd unto your enemy;
Divorce me, untie or break that knot again,
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
John Donne


Peace on Earth

The Archer is wake!
The Swan is flying!
Gold against blue
An Arrow is lying.
There is hunting in heaven—
Sleep safe till tomorrow.
The Bears are abroad!
The Eagle is screaming!
Gold against blue
Their eyes are gleaming!
Sleep!
Sleep safe till tomorrow.
The Sisters lie
With their arms intertwining;
Gold against blue
Their hair is shining!
The Serpent writhes!
Orion is listening!
Gold against blue
His sword is glistening!
Sleep!
There is hunting in heaven—
Sleep safe till tomorrow.
William Carlos Williams


Where the Sidewalk Ends

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
Shel Silverstein

Eletelephony

  by Laura Elizabeth Richards

Once there was an elephant,
Who tried to use the telephant—
No! No! I mean an elephone
Who tried to use the telephone—
(Dear me! I am not certain quite
That even now I've got it right.)
Howe'er it was, he got his trunk
Entangled in the telephunk;
The more he tried to get it free,
The louder buzzed the telephee—
(I fear I'd better drop the song
Of elephop and telephong!)

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Resolved Devotions

Resolved Devotions

By Marisa Bernhard

I punched the air and kicked the wind, demanding my wants.  Everything happens for a reason I am told. With clenched fists I face the world, is this how you see me? I am sorry that is wrong. I am humbled and ashamed the verity existed my prayer was answered. Gratitude I did proclaim, but acceptance was strictly denied.

I am in awe of your gift; an answered prayer devoted to me?

I understand how it works now, a gift received must be honored, graciously I said “Thank you …oh how kind.” Just like a Victorian princess serving tea!

At this time I stand here with open hands, and a full heart. I want you to see my joy. My happiness is hidden; protected not to be disturbed it hides behind fear.  My heart was broken into a million pieces, selfishly I must admit if not for one reason but for many things.

Your present I realize was meant to be – so often I ask do I deserve this. How can that be?

My heart screams out above all of Fears rants, “YES….believe, trust, it is so right!”

That is the truth; I cannot question it any longer, I will not! 

Fear will run amuck and create havoc to my emotions and yet I know my heart has a voice now since love settled in.

I survive by denying…. It is a battle of wills that I am learning to let go.

A prayer answered deserved its moment of respect – I hid it in a box with happiness, trust and love, these things should not be confined!   Yet, protected they need to be accepted and truly felt.

Thank you!

Pushing the Moon

Pushing the Moon

By Marisa Bernhard

I stood at the edge, my feet barely touching the ground. 

The moon rose in front of me huge and bright.

I saw it all for the first time…it was hard getting here no doubt.

A sad and crooked road led me to the moon.

If I touch it can I push it back to a happier time….how hard do I need to push?

I stood at the edge in front of the moon-

Everything became illuminated…I took it all in.

I knew in my heart, that we were all misplaced.

I and he traveled from the west, they traveled from the east.

Bright, round and full lit the way ….on common ground we met.

We all knew….

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