#poem

Early bird Oh, if you’re a bird, be an early bird And catch the worm for your breakfast plate. If you’re a bird, be an early bird— But if you’re a worm, sleep late. ↗

— Shel Silverstein

#life #poem #humor

The Weaver My life is but a weaving between my Lord and me; I cannot choose the colors He worketh steadily. Oft times He weaveth sorrow And I, in foolish pride, Forget He sees the upper, And I the underside. Not til the loom is silent And the shuttles cease to fly, Shall God unroll the canvas And explain the reason why. The dark threads are as needful In the Weaver's skillful hand, As the threads of gold and silver In the pattern He has planned. ↗

— Benjamin Malachi Franklin

#poem #poems #poetry #religious #religious-faith

Faithfully I cherish the truth that has been spoken as I listen intensly to his enchanting phrase holding dear the words that speak everlasting content ↗

— Vivian E. Moore

#faith

After a Retreat What hast thou learnt today? Hast thou sounded awful mysteries, Hast pierced the veiled skies, Climbed to the feet of God, Trodden where saints have trod, Fathomed the heights above? Nay, This only have I learnt, that God is love. What hast thou heard today? Hast heard the Angel-trumpets cry, And rippling harps reply; Heard from the Throne of flame Whence God incarnate came Some thund'rous message roll? Nay, This have I heard, His voice within my soul. What hast thou felt today? The pinions of the Angel guide That standeth at thy side In rapturous ardours beat Glowing, from head to feet, In ecstasy divine? Nay, This only have felt, Christ's hand in mine. ↗

— Robert Hugh Benson

#god #love #poems #faith

I am deprived of your true love. I inhabit any other planet than Earth. I'm suffocating due to a lack of your love. I'm losing the gravity to hold down your love. Deceitfulness is exacerbating the situation. My world is getting unable to sustain life. Immediate assistance is the path to survival. Otherwise, failure will be the result of my quest. I'm questing for a mirage to appease my thirst. I'm beseeching my own mind for some clues. I'm trying to reach even the edge of perfection To be nominated in the annals of the true love. Scientifically, the goal of love is faithfulness. Indeed, I'm trying to formulate a useful theory. I need to gather evidence to test my hypothesis. The result should never always be disappointment! ↗

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I lose faith in mathematics, logical and rigid. What with those that even zero doesn’t accept? ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#acceptance #dejan-stojanovic #faith #literature #literature-quotes

But who are we, where do we come from When all those years Nothing but idle talk is left And we are nowhere in the world?" = MEETING = ↗

— Boris Pasternak

#dr-zhivago #meeting #poems #doctor-who

The way of love is not a subtle argument. The door there is devastation. Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom. How do they learn it? They fall, and falling, they're given wings. ↗

— Rumi

#freedom

The fusty showman fumbles, must Fit in a particle of dust The universe, for fear it gain Its freedom from my cube of brain. Yet dust bears seeds that grow to grace Behind my crude-striped wooden face As I, a puppet tinsel-pink Leap on my springs, learn how to think— Till like the trembling golden stalk Of some long-petalled star, I walk Through the dark heavens, and the dew Falls on my eyes and sense thrills through. ↗

— Edith Sitwell

#poem #springing-jack #freedom

Steal not this book for fear of shame For on it is the owners name And when you die the Lord will say Where is the book you stole away And when you say you do not know The Lord will say go down below. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#humor #poem #punishment #stealing #humor