Deep Poetry for Thursday, February 24, 2011

When all the songs are over And all the words have been said The sun grows dim across the sky And the world prepares for bed I often take a moment now To view the sky above And whisper to god a simple prayer In that prayer I thank god for my life For letting me see the sun shine upon us As he watches over us And what he sees is not always good Because people are forgetting him So now that he hears my prayer He speaks to me through messages, Through challenges that he sends to me And I learn from... Sign in to see full entry.

What the hell is beauty That it should exalt itself so high; “Truth is beauty and beauty is truth’ What a ‘truth ’and what ‘a lie’ What a misfortune and what a mess When a beautiful thing such as ‘beauty’ In the world causes such a mess You are going to tell me That beauty is God; And God is beauty But in whom is then the ‘ugly’ I know my God will not give such a thing Not such a sting; No! He wouldn’t give it At least not the way we take it. Sign in to see full entry.