To be honest, I'm a fan of your style of poetry a bit more than this one, but this poem is so true I couldn't help but think of it:
In Nazareth, the narrow road, That tires the feet and steals the breath, Passes the place where once abode The Carpenter of Nazareth.
And up and down the dusty way The village folk would often wend; And on the bench, beside Him, lay Their broken things for Him to mend.
The maiden with the doll she broke, The woman with the broken chair, The man with broken plough, or yoke, Said, “Can you mend it, Carpenter?”
And each received the thing he sought, In yoke, or plough, or chair, or doll; The broken thing which each had brought Returned again a perfect whole.
So, up the hill the long years through, With heavy step and wistful eye, The burdened souls their way pursue, Uttering each the plaintive cry:
“O Carpenter of Nazareth, This heart, that’s broken past repair, This life, that’s shattered nigh to death, Oh, can You mend them, Carpenter?”
And by His kind and ready hand, His own sweet life is woven through Our broken lives, until they stand A New Creation—“all things new.”
“The shattered [substance] of [the] heart, Desire, ambition, hope, and faith, Mould Thou into the perfect part, O, Carpenter of Nazareth!” --George Blair
Annie, I think you are such a wonderful person and I am amazed at all of the things you are striving to rise above. There are a lot of things that go on in this ol' world of ours that make us feel broken -- please know that I, too am here for you and love you!
I'm a complicated 20 year old who dances to an unseen melody, and speaks poet pretty fluently.
People call me Annie, and some would agree that I've been to hell and back, yet I'm pretty well balanced- I've got a chip on both shoulders.
Poetry, art, music and psychology are things I love, but mostly I love loving things. It makes life more fun.
I'm a mother, a feminine feminist, and a huge nerd.
These words will never describe me fully. Leave a comment and we'll talk.
hey Annie what happened? :(
ReplyDeleteI guess this is the first time I've commented, but I read every word here.
ReplyDeleteKnow I'm here to talk to. I love you. You have my number.
To be honest, I'm a fan of your style of poetry a bit more than this one, but this poem is so true I couldn't help but think of it:
ReplyDeleteIn Nazareth, the narrow road,
That tires the feet and steals the breath,
Passes the place where once abode
The Carpenter of Nazareth.
And up and down the dusty way
The village folk would often wend;
And on the bench, beside Him, lay
Their broken things for Him to mend.
The maiden with the doll she broke,
The woman with the broken chair,
The man with broken plough, or yoke,
Said, “Can you mend it, Carpenter?”
And each received the thing he sought,
In yoke, or plough, or chair, or doll;
The broken thing which each had brought
Returned again a perfect whole.
So, up the hill the long years through,
With heavy step and wistful eye,
The burdened souls their way pursue,
Uttering each the plaintive cry:
“O Carpenter of Nazareth,
This heart, that’s broken past repair,
This life, that’s shattered nigh to death,
Oh, can You mend them, Carpenter?”
And by His kind and ready hand,
His own sweet life is woven through
Our broken lives, until they stand
A New Creation—“all things new.”
“The shattered [substance] of [the] heart,
Desire, ambition, hope, and faith,
Mould Thou into the perfect part,
O, Carpenter of Nazareth!” --George Blair
Annie, I think you are such a wonderful person and I am amazed at all of the things you are striving to rise above. There are a lot of things that go on in this ol' world of ours that make us feel broken -- please know that I, too am here for you and love you!