Poetry

The Good Shepherd

The Good Shepherd From fear of the wolf and the lion The Good Shepherd frees. Into pastures of joy and plenty The Good Shepherd leads. From wandering and the pain of loneliness The Good Shepherd consoles. Into everlasting love and joy The Good Shepherd enrolls. You call us friend Though Creator God. You call us…

Poetry: Girls and Boys

One of the blogs I visit, Rebecca Writes, had a post on children’s poetry and I left a quick little poem in the comments. I decided to edit it a bit and post it here. Girls and Boys Girls are soft, with rounded edges Boys are hard, and burst through hedges Girls will cry, and…

Poetry: Choices

Life is composed of choices. As a Christian, I make every attempt to submit any choics of consequence to prayerful consideration (e.g. not things like which sandwich to have for lunch). This poem came out of a time of many choices and I guess the thing we all strive for is after having made our…

Poetry: The Question

I get regular hits on several of my poems, with many of those people going to the poetry category and looking at my other efforts. I just realized that one of my efforts was not included within my poetry category because it was part of my post hosting the XXX Christian Carnival. So in an…

Potty Training Poetry

I stumbled across a potty training discourse (thank you, I think, Rebecca) and discovered they even have potty training poetry. That inspired me, sorta. Emancipation Proclamation ©2005 William Meisheid Potty, potty my little child. Away from me have you guiled yourself into freedom. Have a good day in Christ Jesus our Lord and remember all…

Love And Death

Sometimes, while reading something I get inspired and if I seize the moment a poem appears, for the well touched by an a sudden insight can run deep and long and should not be untested. I was looking at the search words used to get to this site and a person had entered poem bereavement…

What Do We See?

This is a poem inspired by the many faces we seem to posses, depending on who and how is looking at us. What Do We See? Looking in the mirror what do I see? The best, the noblest, the good part of me. Walking in the world what do they see? The faults, the failures,…