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Poetry interlude: Lot’s wife, by Donald Robertson

I know, it’s just a bit of doggerel riffing off a Bible story AND America’s ‘Horse with no Name’ on Twitter, but I like it. 🙂

One Must Have a Mind of Winter

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One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;

And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter

Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,

Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place

For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.

Wallace Stevens, The Snow Man

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A poem about God

Reblogged from Breaking through illusions:

When he touches the mountains

they smoke

Like wax they melt before him

Who is like him

Mighty to Save

Awesome in righteousness

With justice he judges and makes war

His discerning eyes are aflame with fire

His hair is as white as wool

For as surely as he lives forever

when he grasps his sword in judgement

His arrows will drink blood

His sword shall devour flesh

When he thunders forth from his dwelling

The mountains will shake and the clouds will pour rain

He shall establish his king on his holy mountain

For he alone shall be exalted.