BLOGWORDS SPECIAL EDITION – Wednesday 21 September 2016 – CISSY’S POEMS
The month of September is a special time for me:
my THIRD novel and sequel to
the final in the unsavory heritage series,
Cissy was a prodigy. She had a high IQ and a photographic memory. Cissy was precocious, and learned easily and readily, and she learned at an early age. She was reading at the age of three, and reciting Scripture and poetry—from memory—and writing her own verses.
Psalm 91 King James Version (KJV)
He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.
2 I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust.
3 Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, and from the noisome pestilence.
4 He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler.
5 Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day;
6 Nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness; nor for the destruction that wasteth at noonday.
7 A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand; but it shall not come nigh thee.
8 Only with thine eyes shalt thou behold and see the reward of the wicked.
9 Because thou hast made the Lord, which is my refuge, even the most High, thy habitation;
10 There shall no evil befall thee, neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling.
11 For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways.
12 They shall bear thee up in their hands, lest thou dash thy foot against a stone.
13 Thou shalt tread upon the lion and adder: the young lion and the dragon shalt thou trample under feet.
14 Because he hath set his love upon me, therefore will I deliver him: I will set him on high, because he hath known my name.
15 He shall call upon me, and I will answer him: I will be with him in trouble; I will deliver him, and honour him.
16 With long life will I satisfy him, and shew him my salvation.
No Coming to God without Christ
by Robert Herrick (1591 – 1674)
Good and great God! How sho’d I feare
To come to Thee, if Christ not there!
Co’d I but think, He would not be
Present, to plead my cause for me;
To Hell I’d rather run, then I
Wo’d see Thy Face, and He not by.
Piers Plowman, Passus I
William Langland (1332 – 1386)
Lucifer with his legions learned it in Heaven,
But because he obeyed not his bliss he did lose,
And fell from that fellowship in a fiend’s likeness
Into a deep dark hell to dwell there for ever;
And more thousands with him than man could number
Leapt out with Lucifer in loathly form:
For they believed in him that lied in this manner —
Ponam pedem in alquilone, et similis ero altissimo.
And all that hoped it might be so no Heaven might hold them;
They fell out in fiend’s likeness nine days together,
Till God of his goodness steadied and stayed
Made the heavens to be shut and stand so in quiet.
‘When these wicked went out wonderwise they fell;
Some in air, some in earth and some in deep hell;
But Lucifer lowest lieth of them all.
For the pride he put on his pain hath no end;
And all that work wrong wander they shall
After their death day and dwell with that wretch.
But those that work well as holy writ telleth,
And end, as I have said in truth, that is best,
May be sure that their soul shall wend to Heaven,
Where Truth is in Trinity and enthroneth them all.
Therefore I say, as I said in sight of these texts,
When all treasures are tried Truth is the best.
Learn these unlearned for lettered men know it,
That Truth is treasure the best tried on earth.’
From: Paradise Lost
John Milton (1608 – 1674)
Th’ infernal Serpent; he it was whose guile,
Stirred up with envy and revenge, deceived
The mother of mankind, what time his pride
Had cast him out from Heaven, with all his host
Of rebel Angels, by whose aid, aspiring
To set himself in glory above his peers,
He trusted to have equalled the Most High,
If he opposed, and with ambitious aim
Against the throne and monarchy of God,
Raised impious war in Heaven and battle proud,
With vain attempt. Him the Almighty Power
Hurled headlong flaming from th’ ethereal sky,
With hideous ruin and combustion, down
To bottomless perdition, there to dwell
In adamantine chains and penal fire,
Who durst defy th’ Omnipotent to arms.
Nine times the space that measures day and night
To mortal men, he, with his horrid crew,
Lay vanquished, rolling in the fiery gulf,
Confounded, though immortal. But his doom
Reserved him to more wrath; for now the thought
Both of lost happiness and lasting pain
Torments him: round he throws his baleful eyes,
That witnessed huge affliction and dismay,
Mixed with obdurate pride and steadfast hate.
At once, as far as Angels ken, he views
The dismal situation waste and wild.
A dungeon horrible, on all sides round,
As one great furnace flamed; yet from those flames
No light; but rather darkness visible
Served only to discover sights of woe,
Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace
And rest can never dwell, hope never comes
That comes to all, but torture without end
Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed
With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed.
they dont want me
none of them do
amos dont want me
he telled me so
caleb dont want me
he sayed untrue
virgil dont want me
but he dont know
he’ll have me
clara must go
clara must go
clara must go
clara must die
but i dont know
see nor feel
its silent too
and quivering still
but I dont hear
the noise in my head
the dissonant voices
the rumble of hell
Poems found in
1 The Magic Garden of My Book House, edited by Olive Beaupré Miller, Published by The Book House for Children, Chicago, 1920
2 A Treasury of Christian Poetry, compiled by Mary Batchelor, published by Gramercy Books, New York, 2004.
** All quoted poems were found online on public domain sites.
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