Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Jan 11, 2011 2:03:04 GMT -5
NEW YEAR POEM
It was a frozen night,
A moon that hovered bright
Above the white and frosted hedge,
The ice upon the ledge
And all my prayers rolled like a mist
Warm in the gripping cold
That clung fast with fierce beauty
To the silent stillness.
I thought of New Year’s waiting
Anticipating joyful news and blessed by bells,
A child I’d prayed for all the summer long
At your request but blessed-
With sense of privilege that warms the heart.
I don’t know where to start and how-
Four years have tracked their path
Since then and when I think
Of what I pray for now-
It cannot be for ease, for
That straight flat and dull unwinding path
Was never yours to take,
But neither was the other meant to break you
But to make you what you are and more
To store the secret of endurance in your mind
And find it gives you strength to bear; and share
That secret with the rest- give them your best!
And I, and others too who care,
Can only stand in prayer and
Hang our hopes upon the distant goals
There at the summit of an uphill climb
Watch the incline, and applaud the fight
No! God will not give an easy flight
To those he made to soar
To greater height!
And sometimes it will hurt, my friend,
I can’t pretend it won’t, but don’t
Give in, give up, let go, for though
You feel the rope is frayed and fit to break
Yet you will take another step of blinding faith
And feel God take the strain.
Go on as you have done, the prize is won
In your encouragement of others and God’s grace,
And perseverance in the hardest test of faith
It’s not for me to pray for easy times,
The chimes ring out and there is just
A simple prayer born on the midnight air
Simply a whisper that will be
A shout of victory!
© Pauline Griffiths
It was a frozen night,
A moon that hovered bright
Above the white and frosted hedge,
The ice upon the ledge
And all my prayers rolled like a mist
Warm in the gripping cold
That clung fast with fierce beauty
To the silent stillness.
I thought of New Year’s waiting
Anticipating joyful news and blessed by bells,
A child I’d prayed for all the summer long
At your request but blessed-
With sense of privilege that warms the heart.
I don’t know where to start and how-
Four years have tracked their path
Since then and when I think
Of what I pray for now-
It cannot be for ease, for
That straight flat and dull unwinding path
Was never yours to take,
But neither was the other meant to break you
But to make you what you are and more
To store the secret of endurance in your mind
And find it gives you strength to bear; and share
That secret with the rest- give them your best!
And I, and others too who care,
Can only stand in prayer and
Hang our hopes upon the distant goals
There at the summit of an uphill climb
Watch the incline, and applaud the fight
No! God will not give an easy flight
To those he made to soar
To greater height!
And sometimes it will hurt, my friend,
I can’t pretend it won’t, but don’t
Give in, give up, let go, for though
You feel the rope is frayed and fit to break
Yet you will take another step of blinding faith
And feel God take the strain.
Go on as you have done, the prize is won
In your encouragement of others and God’s grace,
And perseverance in the hardest test of faith
It’s not for me to pray for easy times,
The chimes ring out and there is just
A simple prayer born on the midnight air
Simply a whisper that will be
A shout of victory!
© Pauline Griffiths