He has given me a new song to sing
a hymn of praise to our God.
Many will see what he has done
and be amazed.
They will put their trust in the Lord.
(Psalm 40:3 NLT)
I am so pleased to have Slyvia share a poem with us today. She and I "met" at one of those famous blogosphere link-ups. She responded to my call for poetry and sent us this contemplative piece that she wrote when she first became a believer. She told me that although it started out as her new song, she now considers the poem her signature song.
Slyvia blogs over at The Sylvr Pen, where she aims "toward more fully living the Christian life." Her recent posts contemplate the life, death, resurrection and words of our Savior.
Here is her poem. Feel free to leave Sylvia comments on this post.
A New Song
I've had enough of sepulchers,
Of corridors of cells for bones
That click their way in idiot grins
Down hall to hall,
From cell to cell--
Of subway faces:
Vacant masks that hang and sway
In synchrony with dark machine
That carries them they know not where.
Pour forth the light!
And let the prism of my frame
Fragment the beams in diverge' rays,
In hues and tints and shades of glory
To pierce the lids of sightless eyes
And spark the fire of life again
Within the walking dead.
*(Copyright 1980, Sylvia K. Robertson. New then. Still new today)
|Photo art by Kel Rohlf|
|Photo Art by Kel Rohlf|