Author Topic: User Poems (Read 156869 times)

St John Burke · « **Reply #35 on:** February 16, 2013, 07:56:14 AM »

The Holy Rood

Walkest thou unto that lonely hill,
The hill that concealeth Adam's bones,
And behold the flowers, of hue white and golden
That sprang up at the touch of the Nail's sweet balm.

Walkest thou unto that lonely hill,
To stand a while, and marvel aloud,
At the cruelty of men, and the love of angels,
Who watched Emmanuel, with agony rapt,
Pleading for the souls of Eve's wretched race.

Walkest thou unto that lonely hill,
Clothed in sack-cloth and washed in ashes,
Bitter herbs 'pon thy lips, and Palm-fronds in thy hand,
Singing of the Passion and the Harrowing of Hell,
Of the Sun of Righeouness, of the Three and One.

Walkest thou unto that lonely hill,
Beyond the Walls, to see the Holy Rood,
Of crude fashion it is, rough and unyielding,
Whereon the Son of Man wast hung,
And comfort the Maid that weepeth there.

- my own rather poor contribution to this section.

AnneCatherine · « **Reply #36 on:** March 01, 2013, 01:16:47 PM »

My son "had" to write a poem for school to "describe his generation," and I think it's good for free verse (even if I weren't his mother). I'd like to post it when it's copied because it is amazing in the face of being at a public school for the year.

It doesn't look like people come here any more, but I'll put one up that was written by a shy person I know about 30 years ago. I guess it's "free verse?"

Adoration

Lord enshrined in gold,
Though poverty was once Your plight,
How oft I’ve yearned to rend this Veil
Which hides and yet
Reveals to sight
My Savior.
O, but if that Veil were rent
I would be dissolved and spent;
too weak to see Your Face and live
But for this humble Sacrament!

You once changed water into wine,
Then change my will
To make it Thine
So I may also be a sign;
That wonders happen still

-Anon

AnneCatherine · « **Reply #37 on:** March 02, 2013, 02:32:32 AM »

My son came home with his poem "homework," and said that I could post it. It's "free verse" and was supposed to be about "his generation." While being his mother helps, I thought it was good for his age and that it took some courage to submit this on his own in public school:

Our Generation
We care little,
We do little,
We think little,
We know little.
We stand betwixt the stars affixed
in the heavens and another place.
Amidst the confines of time and space,
much like those before us.
They stood and thought where
we stand and think about life
Life, what a life, a life which
Endures,
Persists,
Perplexes and
Passes with time.
A time for everything
to live
to die
to fly
to the stars?
The stars that shine.
The stars that shone.
The stars that reside beyond
in the other place,
The place afar,
and yet so close!
A place to which the heavens cannot compare.
We eat,
We drink,
But do we fain to be merry?
For tomorrow death awaits.
So what is this place, and where?
How to get there?
Do we take a giant leap
lest per chance we fall asleep?
A leap of faith.
A leap of trust.
A leap beyond?
We look without.
We look within.
For both therein we find
the answer.
The answer,
the purpose,
the reason,
the wonder,
Our Creator,
Christ the King!

MyrnaM · « **Reply #38 on:** March 02, 2013, 08:28:55 AM »

I love these lines in the first poem, in fact I will add them to my daily prayers.

You once changed water into wine,
Then change my will
To make it Thine

Memento · « **Reply #39 on:** March 04, 2013, 06:06:13 PM »

Your poem "the Holy Rood" is beautiful, St. John Burke. A true Lenten poem...

Have you ever heard of Enid M. Dinnis and her book The Anchorhold? It is a magnificent classic that I think you would appreciate. It can be found at Tradibooks.com.