A RUTHERFORD PHRASIS 1
Alas,alas he came one hour,
dried up my flower.Weep and sigh,
for fruit here is salted and seasoned
with sin.White and ripe are we for the
Lord’s harvest hook,we rarely listen
and read His book.Sweetness and
sadness, pain and joy live together
in the daily web where sweetness is
with bitter,said;hedged in by thorns
we still seek warm fire under ice.Then
He drops words in our ears and feeds
our hunger with a kiss shaken by winds
our root holds fast to His fair and never
withering tree.The day sky breaks and
Comfort speaks and allures with feasts
of love.Wisdom devised its love,lays it
on, sweet experience of consolation
erase afflictions song and greets those
to whom the kingdom belong.
An phrasis verse of Samuel Rutherford
using phrases selected from his letters.
*A Phrasis is a structured verse where the poet uses selected prose phrases of another writer’s(not a poet) to compile unique poetry therefrom as a tribute thereto,the word phrasis is Greek for phrase.
Listen to me read this phrasis of mine on youtube under the name ichthyschiro