Posted in O-R, Poems of Other Poets, ReligiousInspirational, tagged bard on the hill, brazen, Francis Quarles, keep commandments, Lord, Moses' rod, obey, On God's Law, poems, poetry, religious, sacred, salve, serpent, staff, turned into a on January 19, 2020| Leave a Comment »
………….Thy sacred law, O God,
……………Is like to Moses’ rod:
………If we but keep it in our hand,
………It will do wonders in the land;
….If we slight and throw it to the ground;
…Twill turn a serpent, and inflict a wound;
A wound that flesh and blood cannot endure,
….Nor salve, until the brazen serpent cure;
…I wish not, Lord, thou shouldst withold it;
…….Nor would I have it, and not hold it;
……………O teach me then, my God,
………………To handle Moses’ rod.
Posted in My Poems, Sonnets, tagged baker, bard on the hill, Dennis Lange, frozen Arctic, ice bucket challenge, locksmith, no hope, persevere, poems, poetry, rust, salve, sand, Sonnet 57 Love on October 12, 2014| Leave a Comment »
………………Sonnet 57 – Love
His bucket challenge is to sit in ice
With no relief from frozen Arctic heart.
Why then does he still give and sacrifice
With years and years of suff’ring on his part?
Why does he persevere when there’s no change?
The lock is frozen fast as if with rust.
A locksmith finds the situation strange;
The baker’s never seen such hardened crust.
So why does he still try when there’s no hope?
It seems that he should go away or die.
Yet he persists as though he were a dope;
It does not seem to matter to her why.
The “why” is he has what she does not have.
She has a chafing sand, while he has salve.
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2014.
The Bard on the Hill