Humanity Hath Not Stray'd

A Poem By Madalyn Clare // 11/16/2017

Wherein humanity hath not stray’d
By the opening of the bay,
Shall be our home,
The gully’d gateway.

Where our parents shalt not seek
‘Neath the crooked cherry tree,
Shall be our parlor,
The dining, the nursery.

Where being live daren’t be,
Sporting driftwood fence weak,
Shall be the yard,
In whispers I speak.

Allow the wind, allow the free
Beginning become my
Reality!

Comments

I love this! It brings to

I love this! It brings to mind the fort my friends and I had outside under the oak trees. We had an old wooden fence (not driftwood) surrounding it, and trails leading out. We even had a fake grave and headstone. Gah, those were the days. Anyways, I love your poem. It has a sweet, whimsical feel to it, and I feel refreshed after reading it.

Damaris Ann | Thu, 11/16/2017

My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.
‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭55:8-9‬

Where our parents shalt not

Where our parents shalt not seek
‘Neath the crooked cherry tree,
Shall be our parlor,
The dining, the nursery.

This was sweet and lilting. I remember so well playing in our secret places. ;)

Libby | Thu, 11/16/2017

“The gospel alone is the power of God unto salvation.
Therefore, suffer, yes. Be misunderstood, yes. Be shamed, yes. But do not be ashamed. For the joy set before you, take up your cross, follow Jesus, be shamed and despise the shame!” -- John Piper

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