And now for some poetry
By Bruce Keisling November 10, 2006
Some of our faithful readers will know that from time to time we have offerings of poetry on Fridays. Not everyone, even other elders, appreciates poetry. It is especially heart warming though that 3ABC has a new member whose personal blog is named the once dead poet. Would that all men were like him. He has a penchant for mixing poetry and football, but we will overlook that at the moment. Nobody’s perfect, right Keith? I asked Dustin Butts, keeper of the once dead poet, to suggest something for today, and here is one of his selections:
ON THE RISING OF THE SUN.
Look, look, brave Sol doth peep up from beneath,
Shows us his golden face, doth on us breathe;
He also doth compass us round with glories,
Whilst he ascends up to his highest stories.
Where he his banner over us displays,
And gives us light to see our works and ways.
Nor are we now, as at the peep of light,
To question, is it day, or is it night?
The night is gone, the shadows fled away,
And we now most sure are that it is day.
Our eyes behold it, and our hearts believe it;
Nor can the wit of man in this deceive it.
And thus it is when Jesus shows his face,
And doth assure us of his love and grace.
John Bunyan, also author of The Pilgrim’s Progress