One More

I was reading a book and it prompted me to write this:

One More

You hear it,
every day,
So loud,
So menacing,,
Yet it goes unnoticed.

You see them,
People,
People you know,
People you don't,
Walking in,
Happily
Knowing too few will stumble out,
only to be trampled to the ground,
by those going in.

"One more going to his death"
You say, as you see them going in.

"One more successfully destroyed"
You say, as you see them stumble out.

Too few join you,
Never entering the machine,
The destructive machine,
of the civilized world.

This is a poem i saw at school. It is so simple and so true:

Look To this Day


Look to this day:

For it is life, the very life of life.

In its brief course

Lie all the verities and realities of your existence.

The bliss of growth,

The glory of action,

The splendour of achievement

Are but experiences of time.



For yesterday is but a dream

And tomorrow is only a vision;

And today well-lived, makes

Yesterday a dream of happiness

And every tomorrow a vision of hope.

Look well therefore to this day;

Such is the salutation to the ever-new dawn!

More Poetry

I wrote this a while ago, but I still think it one of my best poems

Presumptions

I do not presume to know the way life works,
Why people die and why people live.

I do not presume to understand love,
How it is created and how it is destroyed,
The depths to which it goes,
the distances it can travel.

I will not attempt to explain the emotions we feel.
Nor do I presume to know the emotions others are experiencing,
Or the reason they are experiencing them.

I presume to know only what I feel,
What I see,
What I hear,
Hoping that I have interpreted these correctly.

What do you think?

Faith

I was reading Job the other day, and was amazed by the faith of the man.

He looses his family, hi health, he is in constant pain, and he can say things like this:

Job 19:25-27

I know that my Redeemer lives, and that in the end he will stand upon the earth. And after my skin has been destroyed, yet in my flesh I will see God; I myself will see him with my own eyes--I, and not another. How my heart yearns within me!

Would you be able to say something like that in a similar condition?

Poetry

I wrote this the other day at school, I hope you like it.

Has it been 4 years or 40
Since I first sat in one of these chairs
Waiting with anticipation,
To receive my reward.
The one I worked to earn.

It seems like yesterday that I was,
But a lifetime ago,
That I was nieve enough,
To believe,
That it actually counted for something,
In the grand scheme of all that life is.

A bit of paper,
A bit of ink,
A year of hard work,
But what was accomplished,
That will last a lifetime.

Championship trophies will one day collect dust, and be forgotten.
But to see the face,
Of one that has been set free,
From fear and pain,
Is a reward to which none compares,
And which will never be forgotten.

Gold medals are wonderful things,
But without family and friends,
What are they actually worth?


Then I wrote a christian version:

Has it been 4 years or 40
Since I first sat in one of these chairs
Waiting with anticipation,
To receive my reward.
The one I worked to earn.

It seems like yesterday that I was,
But a lifetime ago,
That I was nieve enough,
To believe,
That it would make a difference,
In kingdom of heaven.

A bit of paper,
A bit of ink,
A year of hard work,
But what was accomplished,
That will last a lifetime.

Championship trophies will one day collect dust, and be forgotten.
But to see the face,
Of one that has found the Lord,
From fear and pain,
Is a reward to which none compares,
And which will never be forgotten.

Gold medals are wonderful things,
But without family and friends,
What are they actually worth?

I like them both.