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OK. Here is the idea of this thread:

Post short poems (any form acceptable, but they must be poems) that have either meant a great deal to you or have helped you meditate or obtain peace of mind, body or soul...

Let's keep the poems short (no epics, please).

Please no negative feedback or baiting (speech designed to get a rise out of people).

Please feel free to post poems in other languages, but i'd LOVE to understand the translations of them, if you feel like you'd want to include them as well.

If you'd like to tell how the poem is meaningful to you, then that would be great too. I always like knowing what moves other people, and for what reasons.

I'll begin:

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs—
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

Gerard Manley Hopkins

it is because of mr. hopkins' knack of wording his thoughts that i love his work so much; something inside of me just kind of sighs with reverence when i read "...because the Holy Ghost over the bent world broods with warm breast ...". basically many of his poems are very peaceful and bring a meditative feeling to me.


edit: mods, perhaps this thread belongs better in the arts forum? whichever corner you'd like to assign it to would be just fine with me... wink3.gif
Lotta Lagg
I hope you enjoy.

Depths of Pain

In the depths of pain
Happiness is replaced with sadness
Laughter with tears
Unknowingness with fear
Ascent up To God and Pray
See the fear turn to wisdom
Your tears to laughter
Sadness to joy
In the depths of pain
Comes new hope
lotta, that was VERY beautiful!

did you write it?


i especially love the words: "see the fear turn to wisdom"

well done!
Lotta Lagg
Thank You ...yes I wrote that and many more. Thank you!! blush.gif
William H. Maier
I Have a Life With Christ to Live

I have a life with Christ to live,
But,ereI live it,must I wait
Till learning can clear answer give
Of this and that book date?

I have a life in Christ to live
I have a death in Christ to die;-
And must I wait, till science give
All doubts a full reply?

Nay rather, while the sea of doubt
Is raging wildly round about
Questioning of life and death and sin,
Let me but creep within
Thy fold, O Christ, and at Thy feet
Take but the lowest seat,
And hear Thine awful voice repeat
In gentlest accents, heavenly sweet,
Come unto Me, and rest:
Believe Me, and be blest.

John Campbell Shairp, 1819-1885

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very nice, William.


very pensive words... i love the theme of 'havens of rest' in poems. very meditative and relaxing.

thanks for contributing!

The City In The Sea by Edgar Allen Poe

Lo! Death has reared himself a throne
In a strange city lying alone
Far down within the dim West
Where the food and the bad and the worst and the best
Have gone to their eternal rest.
There shrines and palaces and towers
(Time-eaten towers that tremble not!)
Resemble nothing that is ours.
Around, by lifting winds forgot,
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie.

No rays from the holy Heaven come down
On the long night-time of that town:
But light from out the lurid sea
Streams up the turrets silently--
Gleams up the pinnacles far and free--
Up domes--up spires--up kingly halls--
Up fanes--up Babylon-like walls--
Up shadowy long-forgotten bowers
Of sculptured ivy and stone flowers--
Up many and many a marvellous shrine
Whose wreathed friezes intertwine
The viol, the violet, and the vine.
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie.
So blend the turrets and shadows there
That all seem pendulous in air,
While from a proud tower in the town
Death looks gigantically down.

There open fanes and gaping graves
Yawn level with the luminous waves;
But not the riches there that lie
In each idol's diamond eye--
Not the gayly-jewelled dead
Tempt the waters from their bed;
For no ripples curl, alas!
Along that wilderness of glass--
No swellings tell that winds may be
Upon some far-off happier sea--
No heavings hint that winds have been
On seas less hideously serene.

But lo, a stir is in the air!
The wave--there is a movement there!
As if the towers had thrust aside,
In slightly sinking, the dull tide--
As if their tops had feebly given
A void within the filmy Heaven.
The waves have now a redder glow--
The hours are breathing faint and low--
And when, amid no earthly moans,
Down, down that town shall settle hence,
Hell, rising from a thousand thrones,
Shall do it reverence.
tho most of his work is dark, i have always found some deeper meaning for me within his words. Poe has alos influenced most of my work.

yes, i agree; poe's works are very meditative. after i read this poem, i closed my eyes and saw the poem emerging. even as i was reading it, it was picking at my brain trying to get out...

poe has a definite way with words; for me, his words immortalize the beautiful balance that dark has with light.


here is one that always means a great deal to me:

So much from God
That I can longer

A Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim,
A Buddhist, a Jew.

The Truth has shared so much of Itself
With me

That I can no longer call myself
A man, a woman, an angel,
Or even pure

Love has
Befriended Hafiz so completely
It has turned to ash
And freed

Of every concept and image
My mind has ever known.

William H. Maier
Lord, make me an instrrument of Thy peace.
Where there is hate, may I bring love;
Where offense, may I bring pardon;
May I bring union in place of discord;
Truth, replacing error;
Faith, where once there was doubt;
Hope, for despair;
Light, where there was darkness;
Joy to replace sadness.
Make me not so to crave to be loved as to love
Help me to learn that in giving I may receive;
In forgetting self, I may find life eternal.

St. Francis of Assisi, 1182-1226
that is a very interesting version of that verse, william.

"the little flowers of st francis" is one of my favorite books.

here is another of my absolute favorites:

En una noche oscura,
con ansias, en amores inflamada,
¡oh dichosa ventura!
sali sin ser notada
estando ya mi casa sosegada.

A oscuras y segura,
por la secreta escala disfrazada,
¡oh dichosa ventura!
a oscuras y en celada,
estando ya mi casa sosegada.

En la noche dichosa,
en secreto, que nadie me veía,
ni yo miraba cosa,
sin otra luz y quía
sino la que en el corazón ardía.

Aquésta me guiaba
más cierto que la luz del mediodía,
adónde me esperaba
quien yo bien me sabía,
en parte donde nadie parecía.

¡Oh noche que guiaste!
¡Oh noche amable más que el alborada!
¡Oh noche que juntaste
Amado con amada,
amada en el Amado transformada!

En mi pecho florido,
que entero para él solo se guardaba,
allí quedó dormido,
y yo le regalaba,
y el ventalle de cedros aire daba.

El aire de le almena,
cuando yo sus cabellos esparcía,
con su mano serena
en mi cuello hería
y todos mis sentidos suspendía.

Quedéme y olvidéme,
el rostro recliné sobre el Amado,
cesó todo y dejéme,
dejando me cuidado
entre las azucenas olvidado.

st. john of the cross

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William H. Maier
Here is another one for your enjoyment:

My Guide

There is no path in this desert waste;
For the winds have swept hte shifting sands
The trail is blind where storms have raced,
And a stranger I, in these fearsome lands.
But I journney on with lightsome tread;
I do not falter or turn aside,
For I see his figure just ahead-
He knows the way - my Guide.

There is no path in this trackless sea;
No map is lined on the restless waves;
The oceans snares are strange to me
Where hte unseen wind in its fury raves.
But it matters naught; my sails are set,
And my swift prow tosses the sea aside,
For the changeless stars are steadfast yet,
And I sail by His star-blazed trail-my Guide

There is no way in this starless night;
There is naught but cloud in the inky skies;
The black night smothers me, left and right,
I stare with a blind man's straining eyes.
But my steps are firm, for I cannot stray;
The path to my feet seems light and wide;
For i hear the voice - "I Am the Way!"
And I sing as I follow Him on - ny Guide
Robert F Burdette, 1844-1914
beautiful, william... i copied that one to my computer. smile.gif

These spiritual window-shoppers,
who idly ask, 'How much is that?' Oh, I'm just looking.
They handle a hundred items and put them down,
shadows with no capital.

What is spent is love and two eyes wet with weeping.
But these walk into a shop,
and their whole lives pass suddenly in that moment,
in that shop.

Where did you go? "Nowhere."
What did you have to eat? "Nothing much."

Even if you don't know what you want,
buy _something,_ to be part of the exchanging flow.

Start a huge, foolish project,
like Noah.

It makes absolutely no difference
what people think of you.
William H. Maier
Spiritual window shoppers, oh what truthful words!!!

O Thou Whose Feet have climbed Life's Hill

O Though whose feet have climbed life's hill
And trod the path of youth,
Our Saviour and our Brother still,
Now lead us into truth.

The call is Thine: be Thou the way,
And give us men to guide;
Let wisdom broaden with the day,
Let human faith abide.

Who learn of Thee the truth shall find,
Who follow, gain the goal;
With reverence crown the earnest mind,
And speak within the soul.

Awake the purpose high which strives,
And, falling stands again;
Confirm the will of eager lives
To quit themselves like men.

Thy life the bond of fellowship,
Thy love the law that rules,
Thy name, proclaimed by every lip,
The Master of our schools.
Louis F. Benson, 1855-1930
the words which come from Soul,
become a curtain to the soul.
the fog which comes from the sea,
hides the coast and the pearls.

it is a great task to get involved
in philosophical discourses,
but, explanation is the curtain to the sun of the truth.

this world is like foam.
God's attributes resemble the sea.
but this foam of the universe is the curtain
to the pureness and neatness of the sea.

burst and eliminate the bubble
so you can have water.
don't look at the bubble or the foam of the sea.
they cover the sea.

don't gaze through shapes
and forms in the earth, in the sky.
don't think of them.
because these forms are ashamed of time.
they go behind the curtain.

split the shell of the alphabet
in order to get the essence of the word.
hair usually covers the face, the eyes of the beloved.

- rumi
Lotta Lagg
Nature it’s Awe

Out there into the wood
I wonder about the forest
I see trees flow in the wind
Birds that sing in harmony
Leaves that float to the ground
Where flowers show their bloom
Into the wood I follow the path
Widow’s weeds in the fields grieve
Spayed seedlings flying in air
Life of love the animal near
Basking in the sunlit meadow
A pond I come across
Where fish swim in cattail shores
Buttercup shine in the reflection
Sun light hit the glassy pond
Into the walk I further trek
In the distance the cornfields sway
Chicory periwinkle blossoms flicker
The goldfinch eating the thistles tops
I come across a forgotten stump
I sit and ponder of my journey
Birds that fly over head
I reflect this hike I’ve usurped
A butterfly dances by
Built in mind the beauty in awe
Bumblebee buzzing into nectar its kiss
Peaceful life soaked in side me
The sounds of nature sing its song
I thank God what’s given us
Some eyes closed lost in sin
Can not see the beauty
Cry tears for the blinded
Weeping willow weep
Nature love of life there behold
You just have to look deeper
The gift for all to see and feel
The creation of life
Nature grow strong
Teach the human
Your awe

By, Lotta
William H. Maier
You have a wonferful way of painting God creation and truth in words. innocent.gif My God bless you worship.gif
beautiful Lotta. I love your way with words.
thought i would resurrect this one.

there is never enough peaceful poetry being read in the world!

"you have not danced so badly my dear,
trying to hold hands with the Beautiful One...
you have waltzed with great style,
my sweet
to have ever neared God's heart at all.

our Partner is notorioiusly difficult to follow,
and even his best musicians are not always
easy to hear...

so what if the music has stopped for a while...

so what if the price of admission to the Divine is out of reach

so what, my dear -
if you do not have the ante to gamble for
real love...

the mind and the body
are famous
for holding the heart ransom...

but Hafiz knows the Beloved's eternal habits...

have patience...
for He will not be able to resist your longing
for long...

you have not dance so badly, my dear,
trying to kiss the Beautiful One.

you have actually waltzed with tremendous style,
oh my sweet...

oh my sweet


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