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“Birches” by Robert Frost
It’s time for the second post in our Appreciation of Poetry Semi-Series (a title I just made up to indicate the occasional discussion of randomly-selected poems on Past Watchful Dragons this year). We’re starting with one of my all-time favorite poems from one of America’s most beloved poets: “Birches” by Robert Frost.
Praise and Poetry
Praise and poetry: what’s the link? The Bible is full of both, and so are the pages of history. Let’s see how one results in the other in Luke 1-2.
Two Poems for Good Friday and Easter
Two of my favorite poets–John Donne and Gerard Manley Hopkins–have written short poems that will draw our hearts toward the truth of Jesus’ resurrection this Easter. Join me in meditating on them!
The Cup: A Good Friday Meditation
Here’s a brief poem to help you meditate on Christ, the suffering Servant. May you have a blessed Easter, friend!
How Beautiful the Feet
Isaiah 52:7 says, “How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him who brings good news, who publishes peace, who brings good news of happiness, who publishes salvation, who says to Zion, ‘Your God reigns.'”
In meditating on Good Friday and Easter this year, I wanted to write a poem celebrating the One who came to bring good news–the best news of forgiveness and life. I hope you’re encouraged to worship Him even more deeply. Have a blessed Easter, friends!
Lord of Late Summer: A Poem
While I may be a little sad that summer is coming to a close, there’s still so much to rejoice in. I was reminded of this on a bike ride through the woods a few weeks ago. Creation’s symphony reaches a crescendo in late summer, and I tried to capture a few stanzas myself.
(Ten points to Gryffindor if you take note of the musical motif throughout the poem!)
I hope you celebrate the close of this beautiful season with as much gusto as a grasshopper. And that’s saying quite a bit.
When the Frost is on the Punkin
There are two kinds of people in the world: those who refuse to acknowledge Christmas until December, and those who have been playing Bing Crosby since October. Whichever side of the spectrum you fall on, I know you’ll enjoy this week’s fall-related poem. It’s a classic by James Whitcomb Riley called “When the Frost is on the Punkin.” Go grab your pumpkin spice latte or your peppermint mocha and give it a read.
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