Poetry
I think poetry is a wonderful art. Some have the ability to put together such simple words in a way, that it goes straight to your heart. That was the case for me when reading the following poem:
As children bring their broken toys
with tears for us to mend
I brought my broken dreams to God
because He is my friend
But then instead of leaving Him
in peace to work alone
I hung around and tried to help
with ways that were my own
At last I snatched them back again and cried
"How can You be so slow?"
"My child," He said, "what could I do?
You never did let go."
~Author: Lauretta P. Burns 1957.
I think everyone can cook up a poem of some sorts; we all can come up with a word that would rhyme on almost any given word. I doubt though that it would make as much sense as this poem. I am not even going to give it a try, haha.
Applause for the author; this is beautiful poetry; no intellectual words, no hidden meanings, it is simple and to the point.
How marvellous! :-)
As children bring their broken toys
with tears for us to mend
I brought my broken dreams to God
because He is my friend
But then instead of leaving Him
in peace to work alone
I hung around and tried to help
with ways that were my own
At last I snatched them back again and cried
"How can You be so slow?"
"My child," He said, "what could I do?
You never did let go."
~Author: Lauretta P. Burns 1957.
I think everyone can cook up a poem of some sorts; we all can come up with a word that would rhyme on almost any given word. I doubt though that it would make as much sense as this poem. I am not even going to give it a try, haha.
Applause for the author; this is beautiful poetry; no intellectual words, no hidden meanings, it is simple and to the point.
How marvellous! :-)
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