Saturday, November 23

Browsing: Poetry

The winds of autumn press upon the boughs of yonder tree And all around me midst the yard lies fading greenery Leaves fall from the laden branches, colors bright and fair To lie and sleep whilst winter comes and with it frosty air I love so much the peace and still of Celtic scenery It sooths my heart and lifts my brow and sets my spirit free My soul longs for its gentle touch and restful offering Of autumn winds and fading leaves and quiet genuflecting

The choices we make Are telling things For in them we place Our dearest dreams The consequences We can’t avoid Yet God is faithful To bring much joy So make them wisely With much prayer For God is waiting With gifts so rare

Few things are as rewarding As a roommate who is affording Of your habits and living conditions He has the same tolerance Of messy apartments And does his fair share of the cleaning He likes C. S. Lewis And J. R. R. Tolkien And readily listens to me So this is my poem My verse and my sonnet These are the words of an Ode to my Roommate

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