Melman
June 12th, 2014, 05:49 AM
Hello. Here's a piece of poetry that I wrote, I know that it's not very good because this is one of the first times that I have written any. If you have any suggestions please reply and I'm sorry if it's really bad. This is a retelling of a story written in the Bible - Luke 8:26-39
As Jesus sailed from Galilee,
He came upon a troubled night.
As an unfortunate man named Legion,
Whose soul had suffered a sorry blight,
Was driven out of his mind,
By those pitiful things called demons.
For they fought, they toiled within,
Only to be stopped by heavenly might,
When confronted with a holy light.
The demons begged and they cowered,
as the Abyss seemed a dreadful place,
Because to dwell upon the darkness,
Where the murky thoughts of men interlace,
Would be a sorry sight indeed.
They have no choice but to face,
The burning innocence of the lives they heed,
But give disregard to the power they displace .
So where the heavenly light shone,
Piercing the fabric of the known,
The seeds of mercy were willingly sown,
Through thoughts of light and skin and bone.
So the demons of the darkness,
Went willingly back into the cold,
To spy on the living with heartless hearts.
But never again to be so bold,
As to possess the innocent with piercing darts,
Of a darkness so profound,
As to be only banished,
By the most heavenly of light.
So the man now free,
Of the darkest demons' sight,
Sat at the base of the big birch tree,
Where the being composed of heavenly light,
Taught by the word of mouth and decreed,
That the man was finally free.
Soon the whole town knew,
What Jesus had done for him.
A story of toil and trouble ,
Of a battle between darkness and light.
Miracle it so must be,
So the town decided at the big birch tree,
Miracle, miracle it so must be.
Follow God with all your heart,
Follow him with all your might.
You have been pierced with his heavenly light,
So unless you ignite you inner light,
And spread the word of God,
The darkness may infest your soul,
And leave nothing but a heartless heart.
Thank you,
As Jesus sailed from Galilee,
He came upon a troubled night.
As an unfortunate man named Legion,
Whose soul had suffered a sorry blight,
Was driven out of his mind,
By those pitiful things called demons.
For they fought, they toiled within,
Only to be stopped by heavenly might,
When confronted with a holy light.
The demons begged and they cowered,
as the Abyss seemed a dreadful place,
Because to dwell upon the darkness,
Where the murky thoughts of men interlace,
Would be a sorry sight indeed.
They have no choice but to face,
The burning innocence of the lives they heed,
But give disregard to the power they displace .
So where the heavenly light shone,
Piercing the fabric of the known,
The seeds of mercy were willingly sown,
Through thoughts of light and skin and bone.
So the demons of the darkness,
Went willingly back into the cold,
To spy on the living with heartless hearts.
But never again to be so bold,
As to possess the innocent with piercing darts,
Of a darkness so profound,
As to be only banished,
By the most heavenly of light.
So the man now free,
Of the darkest demons' sight,
Sat at the base of the big birch tree,
Where the being composed of heavenly light,
Taught by the word of mouth and decreed,
That the man was finally free.
Soon the whole town knew,
What Jesus had done for him.
A story of toil and trouble ,
Of a battle between darkness and light.
Miracle it so must be,
So the town decided at the big birch tree,
Miracle, miracle it so must be.
Follow God with all your heart,
Follow him with all your might.
You have been pierced with his heavenly light,
So unless you ignite you inner light,
And spread the word of God,
The darkness may infest your soul,
And leave nothing but a heartless heart.
Thank you,