Tuesday, February 15, 2011

A Little Love Poem

Love - by Billy Collins

The boy at the far end of the train car
kept looking behind him
as if he were afraid or expecting someone

and then she appeared in the glass door
of the forward car and he rose
and opened the door and let her in

and she entered the car carrying
a large black case
in the unmistakable shape of a cello.

She looked like an angel with a high forehead
and somber eyes and her hair
was tied up behind her neck with a black bow.

And because of all that,
he seemed a little awkward
in his happiness to see her,

whereas she was simply there,
perfectly existing as a creature
with a soft face who played the cello.

And the reason I am writing this
on the back of a manila envelope
now that they have left the train together

is to tell you that when she turned
to lift the large, delicate cello
onto the overhead rack,

I saw him looking up at her
and what she was doing
the way the eyes of saints are painted

when they are looking up at God
when he is doing something remarkable,
something that identifies him as God.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Praise to the Lord!

This song is so true!

Praise to the Lord the Almighty

Praise to the Lord the Almighty, the King of Creation!
O my soul, praise him, for he is thy health and salvation!
Join the great throng,
Psaltery, organ and song,
Sounding in glad adoration!

Praise to the Lord! Over all things, he gloriously reigneth!
Bourne as on eagles wings, safely his Saints he sustaineth.
Hast thou not seen
How all thou needest hath been
Granted in what he ordaineth?

Praise to the Lord, who doth prosper thy way and defend thee!
Surely his goodness and mercy shall ever attend thee!
Ponder anew
What the Almighty can do,
Who with his love doth befriend thee!

Praise to the Lord! Oh let all that is in me adore Him!
All that hath breath, join with Abraham's seed to adore Him!
Let the Amen
Sum all our praises again
Now as we worship before Him.

(listen to a stellar choir sing this and it'll be absolutely brilliant.)