Simple Poem
>> Saturday, January 24, 2009 –
Poem
Tempt me not, o idle thoughts
With the airy sweets of dreams.
But give me hope, and on this hope,
The solid bread of reality.
With the airy sweets of dreams.
But give me hope, and on this hope,
The solid bread of reality.
Why think thoughts of something real
when dreams improve the way you feel?
Or maybe I in truth have only
dreamed a real that's really phony?
This life gives us so many chances,
To see the real with dreamy glances,
And so the two should coincide,
In every day of our lives.
(I liked the last line of your first comment better, *g*)
a blend, a mix, mutual action;
not only thoughts, not only feel.
God in truth gives satisfaction
His thoughts alone are truly real
(I did too, but I wanted a more intricate rhyme. Hey, did you ever type up that word study on the greatest commandment? :D)