Sunday, October 03, 2004

Well I am thrilled to finally have created this blog specifically for poetry, and I'm equally thrilled that I'm not alone in my love of creative expression. I have written the premise of the blog on the side board, so I won't write it here. But I would like to kick off the new blog with an incerpt of some of the greatest and most influencial creative expression, the Psalms:

O Lord, you have searched me and you know me.
You know when I sit and when I rise;
You percieve my thoughts from afar.
You discern my going out and my lying down;
You are familiar with all my ways.
Before a word is on my tongue You know it completely, O Lord.

You hem me in--behind and before;
You have laid Your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too lofty for me to attain.

Where can I go from Your Spirit?
Where can I flee from Your presence?
If I go up to the heavens,
You are there;
If I make my bed in the depths,
You are there.
If I rise on the wings of dawn,
If I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there Your hand will guide me,
Your right hand will hold me fast.

If I say, "Surely the darkness will hide me
And the light become night around me,"
Even the darkness will not be dark to You;
The night will shine like the day,
For darkness is as light to you.

For you created my inmost being;
You knit me in my mother's womb.
I praise You because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
You works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from You when I was made in the secret place.
When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,
Your eyes saw my unformed body.
All the days ordained for me
Were written in Your book
Before one of them came to be.

How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!
How vast is the sum of them!
Were I to count them,
They would outnumber the grains of sand.
When I wake
I am still with You.

If only You would slay the wicked, O God!
Away from me, You bloodthirsty men!
They speak of You with evil intent;
Your adversaries misuse Your name.
Do I not hate those who hate You, O Lord,
And abhor those who rise up against You?
I have nothing but hatred for them,
I count them my enemies.

Search me. O God, and know my heart
Test me and know my anxious thoughts.
See if there is any offensive way in me,
And lead me in the way of everlasting.


Psalm 139

posted by Unknown @ 9:24 AM

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tell me no lies

Poetry has always been, at least for me, an outlet of honest expression. Our perspectives often become blurred by our circumstance and the difference between what is truth and what is merely what we feel can sometimes become difficult to determine. But poetry is a sweet expression of us trying to comprehend the world around us, trying to comprehend life, circumstance, emotion. It can be theraputic, it can be freeing, it can date a period in our lives, and it can give others a glimpse of us that they may have never seen. So share a poem, send me your story, give me a picture (I'll do my best to put it on), send it to godsbutterfli@gmail.com; share your honest expression here, and tell me no lies.

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