Bag End Poet Of The Year 2006 - Mary Davila.
With an amazing 25% of the votes the Bag End Poet Of The Year 2006 is Mary with her entry for August "In Lebanon". CONGRATULATIONS MARY!!!! Close behind her with 18.7% of the votes was Mal with his November entry. Well done to everyone and thank you to all of you for making this year long challenge such a success. I really appreciate all of your hard work at Bag End. Happy New Year to you all!! Here's to the next challenge in January 2007 - to be set by Mal.
Berenice
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(Winning poem)
In Lebanon
In Lebanon, the children cry
as missiles hit and fathers die.
Their brothers, sisters, mothers, too,
can’t be dispensed from death’s pursue;
they huddle close as bombs fly by.
Our souls have meshed; the human tie
unites us all within God’s eye.
I warn my heart and walk with you
in Lebanon.
I hear the roar blast through the sky.
Our throbbing veins keep asking why.
Amid the rubble, your son’s shoe;
the stench of death has filtered through.
Our mothers weep and say goodbye
in Lebanon
© Mary Davila.
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Safely Home
Conversation
knotted for so long
unravels,
filling the heavens
with strands of chatter.
Patches of smiles
dapple the air
with satin and lace.
Bits of tapestry,
embroidered with love,
wrap our hearts
in Spanish keepsake
Song, draped in grace,
amidst choirs of angels,
elevates your voice
into a celestial symphony.
Your innermost fiber,
once prematurely tangled,
has transformed
into the perfect quilt,
edged with red velvet
and united with God.
© Mary Davila.
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I'll Lay My Head
Don’t leave me Lord; it’s You I need,
when on this thorny road I bleed.
When I’m fatigued and need some rest,
I’ll lay my head upon Your breast.
Please take my hand and don’t let go,
lest I digress, consumed by woe.
When I withdraw and get depressed,
I’ll lay my head upon Your breast.
And when I fall, please pick me up,
to give me drink from Your kind cup.
Thus when I’m weakened, when I’m stressed,
I’ll lay my head upon Your breast.
How can I live if You’re not here,
to comfort me and wipe a tear?
Lord, when You hear my poor request,
I’ll lay my head upon Your breast.
Your arms around me hold me tight,
to help me through the darkest night,
and in the morning, now twice blest,
I’ll lay my head upon Your breast.
© Mary Davila.
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With an amazing 25% of the votes the Bag End Poet Of The Year 2006 is Mary with her entry for August "In Lebanon". CONGRATULATIONS MARY!!!! Close behind her with 18.7% of the votes was Mal with his November entry. Well done to everyone and thank you to all of you for making this year long challenge such a success. I really appreciate all of your hard work at Bag End. Happy New Year to you all!! Here's to the next challenge in January 2007 - to be set by Mal.
Berenice
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(Winning poem)
In Lebanon
In Lebanon, the children cry
as missiles hit and fathers die.
Their brothers, sisters, mothers, too,
can’t be dispensed from death’s pursue;
they huddle close as bombs fly by.
Our souls have meshed; the human tie
unites us all within God’s eye.
I warn my heart and walk with you
in Lebanon.
I hear the roar blast through the sky.
Our throbbing veins keep asking why.
Amid the rubble, your son’s shoe;
the stench of death has filtered through.
Our mothers weep and say goodbye
in Lebanon
© Mary Davila.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Safely Home
Conversation
knotted for so long
unravels,
filling the heavens
with strands of chatter.
Patches of smiles
dapple the air
with satin and lace.
Bits of tapestry,
embroidered with love,
wrap our hearts
in Spanish keepsake
Song, draped in grace,
amidst choirs of angels,
elevates your voice
into a celestial symphony.
Your innermost fiber,
once prematurely tangled,
has transformed
into the perfect quilt,
edged with red velvet
and united with God.
© Mary Davila.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'll Lay My Head
Don’t leave me Lord; it’s You I need,
when on this thorny road I bleed.
When I’m fatigued and need some rest,
I’ll lay my head upon Your breast.
Please take my hand and don’t let go,
lest I digress, consumed by woe.
When I withdraw and get depressed,
I’ll lay my head upon Your breast.
And when I fall, please pick me up,
to give me drink from Your kind cup.
Thus when I’m weakened, when I’m stressed,
I’ll lay my head upon Your breast.
How can I live if You’re not here,
to comfort me and wipe a tear?
Lord, when You hear my poor request,
I’ll lay my head upon Your breast.
Your arms around me hold me tight,
to help me through the darkest night,
and in the morning, now twice blest,
I’ll lay my head upon Your breast.
© Mary Davila.