Wed, Oct 4th - 7:13PM
The little rabbit
There was a rabbit who was lost
in everything to see.
His eyes, to Bunny, was the most
fantastic thing to free.
He saw and saw and found no rest
in any of his sights.
In north and south and east and west
he spent his restless nights.
One day God had enough of it.
God put him in a tree.
God blew him from the ground a bit,
for him to really see.
And lovely was the vision found
to him who had been blown.
And now he stopped to fool around,
afraid of falling down.
This poem I have published | here |.
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Tue, Sep 19th - 7:01AM
I confess
There is in this world nothing to be of
compared to be of you. Superb is it.
Whenever I am occupied, my love,
I am possessed. I joyfully admit.
Whenever I am occupied, I do
see to it my belongingness pertain,
whenever I am occupied, to you,
my love, my Lord, whose affluence is gain.
But as the corn the feel is not. And not
the herb alike. That would have been a waste.
Too proud are we. And I am in that caught;
that love to constitute, as feed and taste.
And in itself the fruit has seed. A vine
you are. And you, my love, are being mine.
This poem I have published | here |.
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Thu, Dec 31st - 3:43PM
What Christ is
Is Jesus Christ a table
who interest rewards,
or is He like a cable,
the way He life affords?
The Lord is truly giving.
Receiving love is you,
expected to be living.
Not many do, but few.
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Sat, Aug 1st - 12:50PM
The thing is
The one to Jesus dear
is to the world to fear.
The world is full of shit
and is afraid of it.
Deny, then, your despair
averted, cleaning air,
and think about, a bit,
to whom you will be fit.
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Name: Anders Woje Ellingsen
