Hey,

In every bulletin board I admin for I always try to have a poetry topic. This is just because I love poetry. I may be the only one who posts here and that's cool. But everyone is encouraged to contribute

You can post your own poetry or just a poem that you read and liked and want to share. Of course, all poems must be appropriate for a church discussion board. Enforceable by me.

Also, if you post someone else's poetry, you really otta give credit to the author.

Here's one:

'Otherwise'

I got out of bed
on two strong legs.
It might have been
otherwise. I ate
cereal, sweet
milk, ripe, flawless
peach. It might
have been otherwise.
I took the dog uphill
to the birch wood.
All morning I did
the work I love.

At noon I lay down
with my mate. It might
have been otherwise.
We ate dinner together
at a table with silver
candlesticks. It might
have been otherwise.
I slept in a bed
in a room with paintings
on the walls, and
planned another day
just like this day.
But one day, I know,
it will be otherwise.

-- Jane Kenyon

Happy versing, Cody

-- Anonymous, April 09, 2001

Answers

Looking forward to your poetry

Thanks Kim, I'm looking forward to your contribution. Here's some more:

I made a garden for God.
No, do not misunderstand me
It was not on some lovely estate
or even in a pretty suburb.
I made a garden for God
in the slum of my heart:
a sunless space between grimy walls
the reek of cabbage water in the air
refuse strewn on the cracked asphalt -
the ground of my garden!
This was where I laboured
night and day
over the long years
in dismal smog and cold -
there was nothing to show for my toil.
Like a child I could have pretended:
my slum transformed...
an oasis of flowers and graceful trees
how pleasant to work in such a garden!
I could have lost heart
and neglected my garden
to do something else for God.
But I was making a garden for God
not for myself
for his delight not mine
and so I worked on in the slum of my heart.
Was he concerned with my garden?
Did he see my labour and tears?
I never saw him looking
never felt him there
Yet I knew (though it felt as if I did not know)
that he was there with me
waiting...
He has come into his garden
Is it beautiful at last?
Are there flowers and perfumes?
I do not know
the garden is not mine but his -
God asked only for my little space
to be prepared and given.
This is 'garden' for him
and my joy is full.

-from "To Believe in Jesus" by Ruth Burrows

-- Anonymous, April 09, 2001

Cody,

I have to say I love that you put a poetry section in here. This rocks! I will be glad to post some poetry tomorrow. I just have to bring in my notebook.

Thanks for working this bulletin board.

Talk to ya later-Kim

-- Anonymous, April 09, 2001

Here's the one I wrote for my daughter, Holly, when she was born.

Have you seen my babies halo and her little wings. Please tell me where? If I look up in Heaven in the pile of babies things I will not find them there.

For God ran out of babies when it came my baby's time. So He grabbed a nearby angel instead. And if you look real closely at my Holly you will find Little wings and a halo on her head.

-- Anonymous, April 26, 2001

this is evolution the monkey the man and then the gun if Christ was in Texas the hammer the sickle the only son this is your creation the atom of Eden was a bomb if Jack was the Baptist we'd drink wine from the head

this is evolution the monkey the man and then the gun

I am a revolution pull my knuckles down if I could I am a revelation and I'm nailed to the Holy Wood

this is evolution the monkey the man and then the gun

we are dead and tomorrow's canceled because of things we did yesterday we are dead and tomorrow's canceled they crucify us in our space in our space in our space

this is evolution the monkey the man and then the gun flies are waiting

-- Anonymous, August 07, 2001