May Night

Spring is practically upon us! Can you believe it? The time seems to go by so fast! Here’s a Spring poem to brighten your Sunday! 😀

“The Spring is fresh and fearless

And every leaf is new,

The world is brimmed with moonlight,

The lilac brimmed with dew.

Here in the moving shadows

I catch my breath and sing —

My heart is fresh and fearless

And over-brimmed with Spring.”

–Sara Teasdale


“Out through the fields and the woods

And over the walls I have wended;

I have climbed the hills of view

And looked at the world, and descended;

I have come by the highway home,

And lo, it is ended.

The leaves are all dead on the ground,

Save those that the oak is keeping

To ravel them one by one

And let them go scraping and creeping

Out over the crusted snow,

When others are sleeping.

And the dead leaves lie huddles and still,

No longer blown hither and thither;

The last lone aster is gone;

The flowers of the witch hazel wither;

The heart is still aching to seek,

But the feet question “Whither?”

Ah, when to the heart of man

Was it ever less than a treason

To go with the drift of things,

To yield with a grace to reason,

And bow and accept the end

Of a love or a season.”

— Robert Frost

Until I learned

I don’t know who wrote this, but it is such a sweet poem about walking with the Lord! I love it! ❤

“Until I learned to trust,

I never learned to pray;

I never fully learned to trust,

Till sorrows came my way.

Until I felt my weakness,

His strength I never knew–

Nor dreamed till I was stricken

That He would see me through.

Who deepest drinks of sorrow,

Drinks deepest, too, of grace;

He sends the storm, so He Himself

Can be our hiding place.

His heart that seeks our highest good,

Knows well when things annoy;

We would not long for heaven

If earth held only joy.”


Night Song at Amalfi

I hope you’re having a wonderful Sunday! Because of all the romantic notions that seem to accompany February, I thought of this poem for today. 🙂

“I asked the heaven of stars

What I should give my love —

It answered me with silence,

Silence above.

I asked the darkened sea

Down where the fishers go —

It answered me with silence,

Silence below.

Oh, I could give her weeping,

Or I could give her song —

But how can I give silence,

My whole life long?”

This poem by Sara Teasdale was something that Jim Elliot wrote about Elisabeth Elliot in their time apart before they were married. It really has so much depth in it, I simply had to share it. 🙂