tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84870988831580957452011-04-21T11:43:38.784-07:00Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01697467520295619900noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487098883158095745.post-3485903586445757072008-03-29T02:30:00.000-07:002008-03-28T11:31:45.861-07:00I was going to write a poem about the title of this blog as its first entry, and it may be fittingly so. But then after I read through all the poems in my collection I thought it would be nice to place in the most unique of my poems. It is the happiest-sounding poem that I have in the collection of my surviving logs.<br /><br />I wrote this poem in the botanical garden sometime after I met someone I never thought of meeting ever again. I had said goodbye to this friend seven years ago when I left the place where I was born to go and be equipped for service and to where God leads me.<br /><br />Too many goodbyes in such a short number of years, that is why it is hard to describe my joy and gratefulness to God for this encounter. These mere words were an attempt to capture what a nearly bursting heart is trying to contain in the happiest moment of my life as memory can recall.<br /><br />To my God who loves me, to my friend whom God used to bring me such joy.<br /><br />2008:03:08:1032H - SAT-1ED<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Rolling meadows beautiful trees,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Sun on my back and refreshing breeze,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Sounds of laughter as children played,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">A glimpse of heaven, Eden that stayed.</span><st1:city style="font-style: italic;"><st1:place></st1:place></st1:city><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:8;" ><o:p></o:p></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:8;" ><o:p></o:p></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Oh the beauty of what God creates,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">If only sleeping eyes would finally wake,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">To chirping birds on a glassy lake,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Behold the love of God displayed!</span><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:8;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8487098883158095745-348590358644575707?l=servantoftheword.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01697467520295619900noreply@blogger.com0