poems by Seah Greenhorn
Monday, September 7, 2015
by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)
Why, Lost, the little girl, lies a field crying
Among thorns, thistles, broken--not trying;
Yet, Despair, a cancerous lad confined
Smiles radiates hearts of even the blind?
Lost believed her bubbles blown, flown, would last.
Til a hot sun popped each into a past.
While, Despair, held firm and staunch for a cure.
His faith and hope shown through eyes simply pure.
Bubbles lift up spirits briefly, then fade;
Since created of no substance solid.
But promises based on Truths, not Lies, made
Anchor souls through trials supremely horrid.
God foretold Endless Life. God Can Not Die.
On Earth in Paradise. God "Can Not Lie."
So "Hope in Jehovah; be Courageous."
"Let your Heart be Strong." Your Joy Contagious.
© Lucretia Mccloud,
23 minutes ago
Broken. Downcast I am.
With whom am I going to lean on?
Uplift my soul. Encourage me. Prove that happiness is just staying there waiting.
To God you just need to ask.
Write a four-stanza quatrain about the situation stated above.
Based on Psalm 27:14; 37:10, 11, 29; Rev. 21:3, 4; 1 Tim. 1:17; Titus 1:1, 2;
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