LXV

Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.”  I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.”

One reason we respond to Jesus in faith and repentance is that, despite the wearing grind of life and the seeming futility of existence, He somehow gives us hope.

FIRSTFRUITS

Silver that does not tarnish,

Iron that will not rust;

Wood that needs no varnish,

Flesh that is not dust.

 

Gold that will not perish,

Love that won’t grow cold;

Hopes we ever cherish,

Dreams we tightly hold.

 

For in the human heart

Old memories still survive

Of One who took our part

And died—and is alive.

Remember: for more poetry like this, go to https://www.createspace.com/3562314 and order Stars Through the Clouds!  Also look for Reflections from Plato’s Cave, Williams’ newest book from Lantern Hollow Press: Evangelical essays in pursuit of Truth, Goodness, and Beauty.  https://www.createspace.com/3767346.

Donald T. Williams, PhD

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About gandalf30598

Theologian, philosopher, poet, and critic; minister of the Gospel who makes his living by teaching medieval and renaissance literature; dual citizen of Narnia and Middle Earth.

Posted on June 28, 2012, in Christianity, Donald Williams, Poetry, Theology and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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