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Praise - Acrostic Poem

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PRAISE  
Praise
Rise
Aspire
Illuminate
Soar
Enlighten
©2012 Donna De Guglielmo

We are called to be ambassadors of and for God. We live move and have our being in Him. What are you doing today or doing soon for Him? It does not matter the size of it. He loves us.  I even offer to brush my teeth up to Him. All I do. Share below in the comments, we all want to know and help one another through our prayer time. Another great poem to show love to the Lord is here. Thank you, Blessings; God Loves You!!
God is paradise. We are His to soar in His grace and mercy

Poets and Poetry

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Happy February! February is considered by many to be the month of love! And what better time than now to talk about poetry. Poetry has been a big part of my life. Nerds far and wide, unite! I have taken consolation in poetry over the years, and being an English major, I have had to read my fair share of poetry.  Although sometimes challenging, I love all things reading and writing poetry, and naturally, my favorites have risen to the top over time. ;-)

E.E. Cummings
(excerpt!  ;-)

in Just-
spring   when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame balloonman

whistles far and wee
What is the value of poetry? I have a memory from when Molly was a toddler and I was pregnant with Frances. One Spring, an elderly lady - very distinguished (instant friends!)- came up beside me at the swings on the playground and started chatting. She asked me several questions about Molly and the baby-to-be as she pushed her grandchild on the swing...ūüėČ Then, out of nowhere, she started quoting this poem:

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God's Grandeur

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God's Grandeur Gerard Manley Hopkins
The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;  It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod? Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;  And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;  And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this, nature is never spent;  There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;  And though the last lights off the black West went Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs -  Because the Holy Ghost over the bent World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

Longing to be Still

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Jesus, through this frantic world, could you just hold me still?

I don't want to be happy.
I do not want comfort,
for these things pass.

O How I long to be still, still, still with you.

I've had enough,
and nothing else will satisfy.
and there is nothing I won't do
to be still with you.

Let the world keep spinning,
Let it spin until I'm sick,
but Jesus, hold me still.

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Fill Me

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Fill me, O God.
Let all that I do be to Your glory. Let all that I say be filled Your gentleness. Let my hands be used to reach out in kindness. {Read more here}

Reflections on the cry of the poor. by Ben

An Indictment
The blood of brothers soaks the earth And we look away as if it’s nothing, normal, acceptable. The sounds of anguished screams echoes in our ears And we turn the volume up in our minds to read more click here http://www.yearsofmilkandhoney.blogspot.com



Arise: A Poem

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Arise "The Knight to the Miscreant Over the Lady" by Peregrin

Keep thy jests and keep thy lies Keep thy secret scorn. Canst thou see I thus despise All thy petty smiles and bows, Thy arrogant boasts, thy meaningless vows?
Thou hast preyed upon her much too much Torn out her beating heart Fed her full of lies and such, And thou hast mangled her soul, Told her it was love so kind, Twas all her loss and all thy gain, Duped her mind, Made her blind, Crippled her with pain; Her soul dies, Those silent cries, But I shall tell her to arise.

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Everyone Suddenly Burst Out Singing

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Siegfried Sassoon, war casualty, poet, late convert.  This poem was reputedly written in memory of the Armistice.


Everyone Sang
Everyone suddenly burst out singing;
And I was filled with such delight
As prisoned birds must find in freedom,
Winging wildly across the white
Orchards and dark-green fields; on–on–and out of sight. Everyone’s voice was suddenly lifted;
And beauty came like the setting sun:
My heart was shaken with tears; and horror
Drifted away … O, but Everyone
Was a bird; and the song was wordless; the singing will never be done.