Montage

 England, autumn, dusk –

so different from the quarter-hour

at home when darkness drops:

there’s no flamboyant fireball

laughing a promise to return;

only a muted, lingering farewell,

and day has passed to evening.

I been there, sort of: New and Selected Poems – Mervyn Morris

Behold, I Come

 "Behold, I come"—the darkness lightens

Above all sorrow and all fear;

Beyond the clouds the Daystar brightens,

And our deliverance is near;

The groaning earth awaits the hour

When all the wrongs of time are past,

And clothed with glory and with power,

The King of kings shall reign at last.

—Annie Johnson Flint

A Ballast for My Soul

 Life is like a stormy sea

That tosses to and fro,

But God's Word will ever be

A ballast for my soul;

By its truth I'll be held fast

Till I reach heaven's shore

Where I will be home at last

And sail life's sea no more!

—Perry Boardman

Putting away the childish things...then picking them up again

I threw away all of my poems,

from times and circumstances passed and past.

I threw away all of my poems,

for I thought those days could never last.

I threw away all of my poems,

I thought that it was the right thing to do.

Now I keep all of my poems

well written prose and corny clichés alike

Now I keep all of my poems

through them, to inner me

they shine a light.

- cocoaTea.poetry

composed 15.3.24