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by Kathleen Raine | |

Worry About Money

 Wearing worry about money like a hair shirt
I lie down in my bed and wrestle with my angel.
My bank-manager could not sanction my continuance for another day But life itself wakes me each morning, and love Urges me to give although I have no money In the bank at this moment, and ought properly To cease to exist in a world where poverty Is a shameful and ridiculous offence.
Having no one to advise me, I open the Bible And shut my eyes and put my finger on a text And read that the widow with the young son Must give first to the prophetic genius From the little there is in the bin of flour and the cruse of oil.


by Robert William Service | |

Tranquillity

 Oh if it were not for my wife
 And family increase,
How gladly would I close my life
 In monastery peace!
A sweet and scented isle I know
 Where monks in muteness dwell,
And there in sereness I would go
 And seek a cell.
On milk and oaten meal I'd live, With carrot, kail and cheese; The greens that tiny gardens give, The bounty of the bees.
Then war might rage, I would not know, Or knowing would not care: No echo of a world of woe Would irk me there.
And I would be forgotten too As mankind I forgot; Read Shakespeare and the Bible through, And brood in quiet thought.
Content with birds and trees and flowers In mellow age to find 'Mid monastery's holy hours God's Peace of Mind.


by Robert William Service | |

The Score

 Because I've come to eighty odd,
I must prepare to meet you, God.
What should I do? I cannot pray, I have no pious words to say; And though the Bible I might read, Scriptures don't meet my need.
Please tell me God what can I do To be acceptable to you? I've put in order my affairs, And left their portion to my heirs; And what remains I've willed to be A gift to Charity.
What must I do? I cannot kneel, Although a sense of you I feel, I will not show a coward's fear, Waiting until the end be near To pester you with mercy plea, --You'd be despising me.
I hope I have been kind and true; I've helped to happiness a few.
I've made a mother's eye to smile, I've played with little ones a while.
I do not know what is the score; Of good I might have done much more: But now I guess my exit's due;-- Dear God, it's up to You!


by Jackie Kay | |

Baby Lazarus

 When I got home
I went out into the garden
Liking it when the frost bit
My old brown boots
And dug a hole the size of a baby
And buried the clothes
I'd bought anyway, just in case.
A week later I stood at my window And saw the ground move And swell the promise of a crop; That's when she started crying.
I gave her a service then Sang Ye Banks And Braes Planted a bush of roses Read from the Bible, the book of Job Cursed myself digging a pit for my baby Sprinkling ash from the grate.
Late that same night She came in by the window My baby Lazarus And suckled at my breast.


by Robert Burns | |

135. Epigram on Rough Roads

 I’M now arrived—thanks to the gods!—
 Thro’ pathways rough and muddy,
A certain sign that makin roads
 Is no this people’s study:
Altho’ Im not wi’ Scripture cram’d,
 I’m sure the Bible says
That heedless sinners shall be damn’d,
 Unless they mend their ways.


by Robert Burns | |

182. The Libeller’s Self-reproof

 RASH 1 mortal, and slanderous poet, thy name
Shall no longer appear in the records of Fame;
Dost not know that old Mansfield, who writes like the Bible,
Says, the more ’tis a truth, sir, the more ’tis a libel!


 Note 1.
These are rhymes of dubious authenticity.
—Lang.
[back]


by Emily Dickinson | |

The Bible is an antique Volume --

 The Bible is an antique Volume --
Written by faded men
At the suggestion of Holy Spectres --
Subjects -- Bethlehem --
Eden -- the ancient Homestead --
Satan -- the Brigadier --
Judas -- the Great Defaulter --
David -- the Troubador --
Sin -- a distinguished Precipice
Others must resist --
Boys that "believe" are very lonesome --
Other Boys are "lost" --
Had but the Tale a warbling Teller --
All the Boys would come --
Orpheus' Sermon captivated --
It did not condemn --


by Charles Bukowski | |

Girl In A Miniskirt Reading The Bible Outside My Window

 Sunday, I am eating a
grapefruit, church is over at the Russian 
Orthadox to the
west.
she is dark of Eastern descent, large brown eyes look up from the Bible then down.
a small red and black Bible, and as she reads her legs keep moving, moving, she is doing a slow rythmic dance reading the Bible.
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long gold earrings; 2 gold bracelets on each arm, and it's a mini-suit, I suppose, the cloth hugs her body, the lightest of tans is that cloth, she twists this way and that, long yellow legs warm in the sun.
.
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there is no escaping her being there is no desire to.
.
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my radio is playing symphonic music that she cannot hear but her movements coincide exactly to the rythms of the symphony.
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she is dark, she is dark she is reading about God.
I am God.


by The Bible | |

Gods Mercy

“As a father shows mercy to his sons,
Jehovah has shown mercy to those fearing him.
For he himself well knows the formation of us, Remembering that we are dust.
”—Ps.
103:13, 14.
“If errors were what you watch, O Jah, O Jehovah, who could stand? For there is the true forgiveness with you, In order that you may be feared.
I have hoped, O Jehovah, my soul has hoped, And for his word I have waited.
”—Ps.
130:3-5.


by The Bible | |

GODS LOVING CARE FOR HIS PEOPLE

“Because you said: ‘Jehovah is my refuge,’
You have made the Most High himself your dwelling;
No calamity will befall you,
And not even a plague will draw near to your tent.
For he will give his own angels a command concerning you, To guard you in all your ways.
Upon their hands they will carry you, That you may not strike your foot against any stone.
” —Ps.
91:9-12.


by The Bible | |

Gods Law

“The law of Jehovah is perfect, bringing back the soul.
The reminder of Jehovah is trustworthy, making the inexperienced one wise.
”—Ps.
19:7.


by The Bible | |

Wicked and the Righteous

“The wicked one is borrowing and does not pay back,
But the righteous one is showing favor and is making gifts.
”—Ps.
37:21.


by The Bible | |

Distress

“If I should walk in the midst of distress, you will preserve me alive.
Because of the anger of my enemies you will thrust out your hand, And your right hand will save me.
”—Ps.
138:7.


by The Bible | |

Woman

“This is at last bone of my bones
And flesh of my flesh.
This one will be called Woman, Because from man this one was taken.


by The Bible | |

My Soul

“A net they have prepared for my steps;
My soul has become bowed down.
They excavated before me a pitfall; They have fallen into the midst of it.
” - Psalm 57:6


by The Bible | |

Proverbs 18:10

The name of the Lord
Is such a strong tower,
No evil can conquer it
Nor rob it of its power
And all of the righteous
Find refuge in its strength
And safety from the enemy
From the fiery darts he sends
For His name is so mighty
No other is the same
A strong and mighty fortress,
Forever shall remain.

Scripture Poem © Copyright Of M.
S.
Lowndes


by The Bible | |

Psalm 1:1-3

Blessed are you that do not walk
In the counsel of the unwise,
Nor stand in the path of the unrighteous ones,
Nor listen to their advice
But your delight and holy desire
Are the teachings of the Lord,
Meditating by day and by night,
Giving ear to God's holy law
Like a firmly planted tree
That is watered by the streams,
You shall bear fruit in its season
And prosper in everything.

Scripture Poem © Copyright Of M.
S.
Lowndes


by The Bible | |

Malachi 3:10

Bring the whole of your offering
Into the storehouse of the Lord
That there may be plenty,
A bountiful blessing for all
In this may you prove me
And see that I'll not open
All of heavens gates for you
The promise I have spoken
And you shall not be able
To receive all of my blessings
Poured out from my abundance
So your portion keeps increasing
I only want to bless you
In everything you do
But first you need to plant the seed
To see my harvest for you.

Scripture Poem © Copyright Of M.
S.
Lowndes


by The Bible | |

Isaiah 40:28-31

Our God does not faint
Nor grows weary each day
There's no searching His understanding
Or knowing His infinite ways
He gives power to the faint
Increasing their strength and might
For even the young lie exhausted
And grow weary in their lives
But those that wait upon the Lord,
He shall strengthen and renew
They shall mount up close to God
And soar as eagles do
They shall run and not be weary
They shall walk and not grow weak
They shall be changed and renewed
As their God they humbly seek.

Scripture Poem © Copyright Of M.
S.
Lowndes


by The Bible | |

Colossians 3:16-17

May the word of Jesus Christ
Make its home in your hearts
And dwell in all its richness,
Permeating every part
So you may have His wisdom
In teaching one another
What you have learned from Him
Shared with sisters and brothers
And we will sing a new song
When His Holy Spirit comes in,
Making melody in our hearts
With spiritual songs and hymns
And whatever you may do
In word, thought or deed,
Do everything in the name of Jesus
Giving praise unto thee.

Scripture Poem © Copyright Of M.
S.
Lowndes