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And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England’s mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
On England’s pleasant pastures seen?

And did the countenance divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among these dark Satanic mills?

Bring me my  bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire!

I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England’s green and pleasant land.

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Ere God had built the mountains,
Or raised the fruitful hills;
Before he filled the fountains
That feed the running rills;
In me, from everlasting,
The wonderful I AM,
Found pleasures never-wasting,
And Wisdom is my name.

When, like a tent to dwell in,
He spread the skies abroad,
And swathed about the swelling
Of Ocean’s mighty flood;
He wrought by weight and measure,
And I was with him then:
Myself the Father’s pleasure,
And mine, the sons of men.

Thus Wisdom’s words discover
Thy glory and thy grace,
Thou everlasting lover
Of our unworthy race!
Thy gracious eye surveyed us
Ere stars were seen above;
In wisdom thou hast made us,
And died for us in love.

And couldst thou be delighted
With creatures such as we,
Who, when we saw thee, slighted
And nailed thee to a tree?
Unfathomable wonder,
And mystery divine!
The voice that speaks in thunder,
Says, “Sinner, I am thine!”

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You Could Give Me A Cigarette

As camel,
I would walk a mile –
No farther.

*A long-running advertising line was “I’d walk a mile for a Camel” (cigarette).

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Nor Talent

I’d carve too,
I just do not have
A mountain.

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Not Ours – His

A Christian –
The light of the world,
Christ shines through.

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Cigarette – photo by Karunakar Rayker at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mhoNhni/Camel

Talent – photo by Martyn E. Jones at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/oQSRafQ/Presidents+Heads

His – photo by Bill Davenport at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mg1RPC0/Shining+Through+Me

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* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.

See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed: https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.

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A faggot’s a stick picked for burning.
If you are a faggot, be turning
From wood that you are
To the Rock that won’t char
And ways that earn matches be spurning.

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.

 

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Sweet Bird Sandwich

Oriole?
Outside black; in, light –
Oreo.

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A Haiku Knot

A knot hole
Is not not a hole
If knot’s not.

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Mahogany? Try Jesus

It’s hidden:
The wormwood of sin
In our souls.

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Bird – photo by John Boyer at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nl5WYtI/Friends+of+Birds

Knot – photo by Robert Lindner at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/n145XA4/Knot+Hole

Mahogany – photo by Bill Davenport at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mg1Sl7y/Wormwood

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* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.

See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed: https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.

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Deep on the convent–roof the snows
Are sparkling to the moon;
My breath to heaven like vapor goes;
May my soul follow soon!
The shadows of the convent-towers
Slant down the snowy sward,
Still creeping with the creeping hours
That lead me to my Lord:
Make Thou my spirit pure and clear
As are the frosty skies,
Or this first snowdrop of the year
That in my bosom lies. 

As these white robes are soiled and dark,
To yonder shining ground;
As this pale taper’s earthly spark,
To yonder argent round;
So shows my soul before the Lamb,
My spirit before Thee;
So in mine earthly house I am,
To that I hope to be.
Break up the heavens, O Lord! And far,
Thro’ all yon starlight keen,
Draw me, thy bride, a glittering star,
In raiment white and clean. 

He lifts me to the golden doors;
The flashes come and go;
All heaven bursts her starry floors,
And strows her lights below,
And deepens on and up! the gates
Roll back, and far within
For me the Heavenly Bridegroom waits,
To make me pure of sin.
The Sabbaths of Eternity,
One Sabbath deep and wide –
A light upon the shining sea –
The Bridegroom and his bride!

 

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We Dig It

A great need
For all great beaches –
Many spades.

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The Quarry

Sometimes men
Chisel out their own
Grand canyons.

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Jerusalem

Loaves of bread
In city where walked
Bread of life.

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Dig – photo by Colin Brough at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nTbAPu0/Toy+spades+for+the+beach

Quarry – photo by Colin Brough at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nI8lrrm/Quarry+cliff

Jerusalem – photo by Kevin Tuck at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/oYxbo2M/Delivering+bread+in+Jerusalem

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* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.

See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed: https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.

 

 

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Dear Lord and Father of mankind,
Forgive our fev’rish ways!
Reclothe us in our rightful mind,
In purer lives Thy service find,
In deeper rev’rence, praise. 

In simple trust like theirs who heard,
Beside the Syrian Sea,
The gracious calling of the Lord,
Let us, like them, without a word,
Rise up and follow Thee. 

O Sabbath rest by Galilee!
O calm of hills above,
Where Jesus knelt to share with Thee
The silence of eternity
Interpreted by loved. 

Drop Thy still dews of quietness
Till all our strivings cease;
Take from our souls the strain and stress,
And let our ordered lives confess
The beauty of Thy peace. 

Breathe thru the heats of our desire
Thy coolness and Thy balm;
Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire;
Speak thru the earthquake, wind, and fire,
O still small voice of calm!

 

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                   Both God And Man

One night when sky again caused me to swoon –
Transcending beauty of what God once wrought,
A planet and Orion, crescent moon –
There was a shooting star that blazed – this thought: 

Since Jesus was like us in ev’ry way,
It would not seem unseemly or a quirk
That He gazed at the sky, after a day,
And marveled, too – at His own handiwork.

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2013.

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