Best Inspirationalcity Poems
The first thing that I recall knowing
As a sturdy and young olive tree
Extremely well rooted and growing
Was the sweltering sunlight on me
For two centuries I took deep root
To prepare for my ultimate fate
So when I could no longer bear fruit
There was then but a decade to wait
I was cut—left to dry for ten years
So that seasoned I’d perfectly be
For what the carpenter engineers
For admirers my beauty to see
Finally, the time came to carve me
Into the stout piece that would bear
The One who came down from His glory
I’d become a rough-hewn olive chair
Into the great city I traveled
The same city once fated for doom
Through alleys, then up a steep stairway
I was put in a small upper room
Beside the simple wooden table
I was placed in center position
Where the King who was born in a stable
Sat prepared to accomplish His mission
He prayed and broke bread with His brothers
As a symbol of what He would do
He blessed it then passed to the others
As His body; ’twas "broken for you"
Then to signify His precious blood
The red wine from the cup He did sip
So that it could cleanse as a flood
As from nail wounds it later would drip
To this day, I still can remember
How it felt when Christ Jesus did rest
I sensed that His love was so tender
Even when He was put to the test
He said, “Father, Father, forgive them”
As He faced His long prophesied death
The love for all things He had poured out
As He uttered His very last breath
Today, the risen Lord I remember
Whose story has long since been told
As I sit in the same dusty chamber
And recall that Last Supper of old
* Placed 1st in Deborah Guzzi's contest, "The Chairs Tale"
Rebuild Peterborough
Create festivity
Increase funding
Increase interest
Increase the life in the small city
The city everyone forgot
The city with multi-cultureleness
Stop the racial tension
Stop the racism
Stop the crime
Begin a new age of Peterborough
With trendy life
A life of happiness
A city of peace
A city of worship
A city of life
Stop racism
We can work together to make this city better
For a new Peterborough
The Hallowed Home of God, what a wondrous sight;
A city bathed completely, in His Glorious Light.
A host of white-clad Angels, sing on bended knee,
Echoing His praises, throughout eternity.
He sits a marvelous Throne, arrayed in Majesty;
Where He can view forever, a perfect Crystal Sea.
Round that City bright, with streets of purest Gold,
Walls of Jasper sparkle, with precious Gems untold.
There grows a mighty Tree, across a River wide,
Growing through the ages, fruit of Eternal Life.
Surpassing all of this, this place we all dream of,
The tender arms of Jesus, caressing us with Love.