Tuesday, September 28, 2010

The Birth of Autumn

'Twas a misty, quiet September morn
When the still and vapour-enshrouded world
Prepared its welcome as Autumn was born,
Wrapped in robes of clouds with dewdrops empearled.
The spiders wove delicate, sticky chains
Linked bough to bough, both to highest and low
And to these garlands clung drops from the rains
While the sun-warmed mist lent an amber glow
Then, as soon as bright Summer said goodbye,
Her son began to celebrate his reign
With a fearsome storm from the cloudy sky
With strong gusting winds and hard driving rain.
And all nature rejoiced to taste the end
Of Summer's long thirst, which the rains did mend.

Monday, September 6, 2010

A Sea-Song

Savior, on the sea of life
Be Thou my Beacon bright
To warn me of the rocks of strife
That lurk just out of sight.
Be Thou my Anchor, Lord I pray
That I may stady stand
Trusting in Thee by night, by day
Held firm in Thy steadfast hand.
Be Thou my Compass and my Chart
To guide me on my way,
For as Thou dwellest in my heart
Thy word shall be my stay.
And when my course is set, dear Lord,
Do Thou my mainsail fill
-For no sailing ship could e'er afford
To sail 'gainst the wind's strong will.
Yea, Savior, on the sea of life,
Be Thou my captain, crew,
Yea, every part command and be
my life, the ocean, too!