Monday, May 1, 2017


I thought I would start this blog off with a simple poem I've entitled "Jesus".

Ignoble of all yet still we decrease
Lower till the bit falls and we cease
To who was, is, and is to come
Though may be a blip to some
Is glory, immortality, and honour
To those who in well-doing seek peaceful days
In turbulent times of the world's laud and praise
Nevertheless, to exude the highs of the Divine life
In a world barren from its utterances given
Are like gazing at a diamond with refractions of light
That pierce even our own souls also
And in this we marvel for what we thought
Was pieces lost and forgotten
Has turned to our hope's only Begotten

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