Some poetry

[StAgnes]

Hope it's alright to post this here. I see some other personal poetry threads here, so I guess it is.

Among many other things that I do, I like to think I'm a poet. I'll probably post some more poems to this thread in the future, but I'm very slow poem writer, and often my poetry isn't directly about God. I tend to write more about His creation, or deep philosophic stuff :D But sometimes I am deeply inspired by life events to write poems like this one. Hope it blesses you to read it as much as it did me to write it.

The feeling that comes
to a heart which has prayed.
A warmth,
like the sun
that falls in July,
on shades of earth’s green
which it gilds in delight;
like the presence of stars,
who have learned to defy
their fear of the darkness
by granting us light.
Not the absence of conflict,
nor a lacking for pain,
not the knowledge of all,
but a trust
which has known,
the Hands of the Heavens;
the feeling of Home.

 

[TOG]

Hi, and welcome to the forums.

It says "Review books that you have read and poetry that you have written or read", so it must be okay to put your poems here. I like your poem and I hope you post more.

The TOG​

 

[StAgnes]

Thank you TOG

And I certainly hope to post more. Although it could take a long while before I write much else. Life as a (soon-to-be) music major has its perks, but an enormous abundence of time just ain't one of 'em

 

[Angel]

I like what you wrote about stars defying the darkness. Cool!

 

[StAgnes]

Thank you Angel! It's actually a line I semi-borrowed from another poem I've been working on for a while now, which sort of compares the stars to the human soul facing darkness, asking if we will allow our souls to ignite like the stars, who fearing darkness learned to shine.

Stealing from myself. Poetic license I guess

And I should point out that the first poem I posted is actually titled "Peace". The first time I ever remember knowing what true peace feels like was on a warm evening in July, about two years ago, while I was laying in a park underneath a big oak tree in the cool grass. It was a very fleeting feeling, but it struck me for some reason, and it caught me as to how much the gold of the sunlight reflected the way I felt---and how God's peace had come over me in that moment. It's not something I fully understood until about a month ago, when I wrote the poem.