God is indeed a jealous God—
He cannot bear to see
That we had rather not with Him
But with each other play.
— Emily Dickinson

Read Milton Acorn’s “WHAT I KNOW OF GOD IS THIS” and Henry Van Dyke’s “God of the Open Air” and Carl Sandburg’s “Manufactured Gods” and Katherine Mansfield’s “To God the Father” and write a poem about what you know of God.

The pedigree of honey
Does not concern the bee;
A clover, any time, to him
Is aristocracy.

The Savior must have been
A docile Gentleman–
To come so far so cold a Day
For little Fellowmen–

The Road to Bethlehem
Since He and I were Boys
Was leveled, but for that ‘twould be
A rugged Billion Miles–

A Man may make a Remark—
In itself—a quiet thing
That may furnish the Fuse unto a Spark
In dormant nature—lain—

Let us deport—with skill—
Let us discourse—with care—
Powder exists in Charcoal—
Before it exists in Fire.

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Some things that fly there be, –
Birds, hours, the bumble-bee:
Of these no elegy.

Some things that stay there be, –
Grief, hills, eternity:
Nor this behooveth me.

There are, that resting, rise.
Can I expound the skies?
How still the riddle lies!

There is no Frigate like a Book
To take us Lands away,
Nor any Coursers like a Page
Of prancing Poetry –
This Traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of Toll –
How frugal is the Chariot
That bears a Human soul.

Prompt for today: Read Write Poem provides words to use.

Mirrored at Vary the Line.

The Sky is low — the Clouds are mean.
A Travelling Flake of Snow
Across a Barn or through a Rut
Debates if it will go —

A Narrow Wind complains all Day
How some one treated him
Nature, like Us is sometimes caught
Without her Diadem.

“Hope” is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—