Note: This post is a point-form summary for a small group discussion that I compiled from the last section, “Real, Eternal Value Intended by the Original Authors”, of my previous post Answering Genesis 1 and 2 Contradiction Claims.
Tag: poetry
It is Well with My Soul
It Is Well With My Soul When peace like a river, attendeth my way, When sorrows like sea billows roll; Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say, It is well, it is well, with my soul. Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come, Let this blest assurance control, That Christ has regarded…
The Fourth Year
The fourth year is a dead, dry sea of shifting sands. Each week is a new staggering climb to crest a new mountain of sand, to be greeted again by another vicious valley and one more dead, dry sea of shifting sands.
In this picture, too…
In this picture, rustic wood framed, there walk one set of steps, with unsure aim. Within crafted wood, blue can be seen nearly filling the place, cold, sad, serene.
In this brush…
In this brush, quarks flip topsy-turvy, up and down, top to bottom, charming strange electrons and protons to smash together in orbital attraction, while excited gluons carry chaotic forces. In this brush, a quantum world explodes, rockets skyward shattering every stratosphere in its path, and lays bear a crescendo of crashing realities.
In this blue…
In this blue, slate blue, I lay me down my heart. Lost and bewildered am I in this beautiful hue. Here, in this blue, is where I find myself, because I find you.
In this hour…
In this hour, I awake to find you awake. I’ve seen you here before, but not from this place. It seems fitting then that I have lost mine. In this hour, even this hour, I know His hand is at work. Out late, up late, I don’t know which – but concern, and troubling jealously,…
In these letters…
In these letters, four, recently have I come to know, lift me up and give me flight when there are many miles left to go. In these letters, cascading, are your many charms to me, one overlaps another, and weaves and turns a beautiful tapestry. In these letters, loving, are your many kindnesses to me,…
In this photograph…
In this photograph, you are falling. Running through long grass, twirling around, you have lost your balance, and the summer sun is lost in the shine of your smile. This photograph is now a blur, shot in an unprepared instant, a real moment with you. But my memory of that moment is strong. No memento…
Sweet Song (Sweet Return)
Come back unto me, oh please, and I’ll tend to your ease; soothe again with your sweet song, I will sing well along; long have I longed unto you, o’er nights never a few; vicious is this vile space, e’ermore long I your face; your fair words make me as dumb, or your absence as…