Spiritual Poetry posted January 16, 2022

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Middle of the Night ramblings

Four A.M. Musings

by Anne Johnston

My mind is filled with poetry, words memorized as a child,
Memories of days gone by when books were special treats.
From Wordsworth, Sir Walter Scott, and Frost to name a few,
Fondly remembered though learned so long ago.

Many great words were written by poets small and great.
Some were not recognized until the writer long had gone.
They earned no fame or fortune for the poems we love today
But still we quote their words and thank them for what they wrote.

Like them, we too aspire to write things that are profound
That will be read and recognized and remembered through time.
Here and there we win a prize that makes us feel good for a while
And thus we keep plodding on, working on meter and style.

We write because God gave us a gift that He wanted us to use.
We write because we want to feel that our purpose is fulfilled.
To be a blessing with our gift to others along the way,
To spread joy and kindness in a world that's filled with woe.

We may never be remembered for the words we put in print
But the Lord has blessed us with things that we can share.
The needs are all around us if we open up our eyes.
The more we give to others, the more we will receive.

The only prize we really strive for will be the words we hear
When our life on earth is over and we stand before the Lord.
"Well done" are the two words I want to hear Him say.
"You used your talents faithfully, now eternity is yours."

Free Form Poetry Contest contest entry


Normally I prefer writing rhyming poems, and I wanted so badly to make this rhyme. This attempt at Free Verse is new to me. These are the words I wrote at 4:00 am when I woke up and started thinking about the need to write for this reserved contest.

Matthew 25:34-40
Then shall the King say unto them on his right hand, Come, ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world:
For I was an hungred, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in:
Naked, and ye clothed me: I was sick, and ye visited me: I was in prison, and ye came unto me.
Then shall the righteous answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungred, and fed thee? or thirsty, and gave thee drink?
When saw we thee a stranger, and took thee in? or naked, and clothed thee?
Or when saw we thee sick, or in prison, and came unto thee?
And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.
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