Poetry Blogs (Christan poetry)
Was it all real,
what was said in the night?
Words sound different in the morning.
But isnt the Romantic the one who knows right?
He is the one who sees clearly
that other world moving through us.
Believe the heights, believe the depths;
it is the banality of the middle ground that lies,
not the joy of the morning or the pain of the night.
I must cling to what is ...
Monday 11th July 2016 5:02 am
The following poem is Christian. I am a Christian,
but I try to be flexible.
Heart beats young heart beats old, with
a love of Christ your heart beats bold.
Be ye rich, be ye
poor, with a love
of Christ you'll
have so much
more. The rain
falls on just
Saturday 6th August 2011 4:19 pm