Classic poem of the day
Lo! I will tell the dearest of dreams
That I dreamed in the midnight when mortal men
Were sunk in slumber. Me-seemed I saw
A wondrous Tree towering in air,
Most shining of crosses compassed with light.
Brightly that beacon was gilded with gold;
Jewels adorned it fair at the foot,
Five on the shoulder-beam, blazing in splendor.
Through all creation the angels of God
Beheld it shining-- no cross of shame!
Holy spirits gazed on its gleamin......
Member poem of the day
In His Eyes
Wariness recovered
Worldliness absorbed
And the relinquished -graceful and with preserved remnants
A life .. well lived .. by unembraced standards
A peace and resilience known only by few
A smirk and a wink
A knowing glowing eye
Oh heaven can I go where he is
Oh heaven can I know what he knows
Oh heaven can I live peacefully and amusedly as he does
