Classic poem of the day
I looked for Christ on Madison Street
Where men went by with stumbling feet,
Where heads were bowed in the darkness there
Of gray clouds hanging low in the air.
I looked for Him, a vision of white —
But gay burlesques with their crimson light
Have led my steps to a darker place
Where smoke of passion hid Christ's face.
I looked for Christ in the hidden skies,
A flaming vision to blind my eyes —
While Christ walked by with stumblin......
Member poem of the day
Long green grasses stir in the gentle breeze
bright summer sun beats down upon them
cool fragrant scent rises up into the air
carried across the land in the gentle breeze
bright blossoms of yellow shine in the sun
gently wave in the breeze as they follow the sun
their bright sent mixes into the air
gentle summer breeze carries the scent of life
land slowly rises curving up into the sky
forming into mountains covered in trees
rising...