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Sonnet XXVI Op. 21, no. 8Sonnet XXVI by *reader2951
Star Crossings
Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit,
Although thy skill, thy ken, thy lease of life
To mine be fundamental opposite,
This crossing here shall not beget fresh strife.
For I beheld thy dreams, and my own sleep
Began to view the aspirations that thou lov'st.
If thou true art my future, mine to keep,
Then towards the things thou aim'st for shall I mov'st.
And yet, the crossing and collision of our stars
Prepareth not a fork'd trajectory.
For what was mine or thine will then be ours,
A fusion hail'd a great discovery.
Thank Providence, who steers the moonlit sky,
And holds momentum will'd to draw us nig
Sonnet XXV Op. 21, no. 7Sonnet XXV by *reader2951
Two Roads Converged
Where I may not remove nor be removed
Is where the Savior calls my path to lead.
He guides me, for I find myself reproved
When from the straight and narrow off I tread.
My finite eyes and mind cannot discern
The end that seems so far away from sight,
And so with feet of flesh, away I turn
Before God blocks my way and guides me right.
For every step astray's a step away
From her whose road with mine shall intertwine.
But wait! For now is not the time to stay;
I would not lead, but merely gaze and pine.
Unlook'd for joy in that I honor most,
That is his will to grow, not mine to boast.
Behold Behold, I have to come to make everything new!Behold by *reader2951
Write, for these words are faithful and true.
I am Alpha, Omega, beginning and end,
Your King, your groom, your closest friend,
Though now you are bound by time and space,
I am already here at the nd of the race
With you in my arms, and wiping your tears,
Ending your doubts and all of your fears.
Do not dwell on the order of things that are old
But look to that glorious day in the fold
Of the Father who cherished you dear as his son,
Don't look back, see the light, to the end must you run.
Be Still Psalm 89:9Be Still by *reader2951
He stood before a formless void,
The waters of the deep.
And as they crashed beneath his feet
He said, "Be still!" And overjoyed
The shapeless world gave heed.
He stood before a world of sin,
Of holiness ignored.
For forty days his waters poured,
But grieved, He cried, "Be still!" Therein
The earth knew He was Lord.
He stood waist deep before the crowd
And leaned back with the flow.
Deep down beneath the watery shroud
He mouthed, "Be still!" So time went slow
As heaven went aglow.
He stood before the creaking bow,
Beaten by the rain,
With spirit calm, disciples faint.
He said, "Be still!" The waves kowtowed
To H
Sonnet XXIV Op. 21, no. 6Sonnet XXIV by *reader2951
Handmade
For through the painter must you see His skill,
The potter should you view his work of clay.
Who can know the beauty of his will
Without the growth he calls us day by day?
Now live, my dear, and see what light
He shines in you, so pure and radiant!
At this I gaze with faith that turns to sight,
This hopeful, sanctifying gradient.
I know whose hands have wrought your gentle frame,
Your joy and peace, your gracious soul, your love,
With discipline that comes from cleansing flame
To share in holiness who dwells above.
O, use me, Providence, to shape your child
With tenderness and holy leading mild.
Sonnet XXII Op. 21, no. 4Sonnet XXII by *reader2951
Love Language
Is but the seemly raiment of my heart
The jealous love that I, a brother, give?
Or is this covering but just a part
Of passion God has willed in me to live?
O, search my heart and know my deepest thoughts--
Nay, search your own and mine will be revealed--
I covet not, I bear no secret plots
To take and open what the Lord has sealed.
But surely you will not begrudge me when
I long that we may one day love through touch.
This language that transcends both tongue and pen
Is dialogue that speaks and listens much.
My sister, I make no impure demands;
I simply long to hold your praying hands.
Maiden Eyes Upon the eve of wintertimeMaiden Eyes by ~iPenguin67
At sunset, long ago
A people crowned a noble king
Amidst the falling snow
His rule dawned bright and blessed by all
Who gazed upon his crown
He mediated just and fair
And grew in great renown.
Nobility and poise unmatched
The people loved him true
But power claims the lofty ones
To forge their reign anew.
Thus time went by as he grew strong
Much stronger than before
For though the people loved him so
The king still longed for more.
His justice turned to prejudice
And mercy turned to greed
Their love has turned to fear of him
And evil's growing seed.
Corrupted is this black king's heart
Which onc
"Sweet Dreams?" Contest - ends Aug.14:thumb163210145::thumb163210145::thumb163210145::thumb163210145:
OPEN TO ALL MEDIA!!!
Start date: 7, May 2010 (from now on)
End date: 14, August 2010 (until 23:59, GMT Lisbon)
Theme:Sweet Dreams?... or are they Nightmares? :fear:
The concept is simple, I think: All I want is for you to go to bed, fall asleep and dream. Then take note of that weird "dream-almost-nightmare" you had (or recur to old notes in case you have them and/or in case you don't dream so often) and depict it in a piece of work.
It can be Literary or Visual. Your choice. You can even do both and enter twice in this contest (only one entry PER category, please read f
Yuumei's Art-Theft Conclusion?I don't think so.
At 9:50am Pacific Time, Scholastic finally gave what they thought to be an conclusion. Here is what they wrote:
It has been brought to our attention, and we have confirmed, that a high school student submitted to The Scholastic Art & Writing Awards a painting that she now acknowledges was copied from another artist, Wenqing Yan. The student has apologized to the Alliance for Young Artists & Writers, and her National Gold Medal and American Visions Award have been revoked. She is no longer considered a Scholastic Award winner. The work will not appear in our publications and the painting was removed from our online gallerie
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