Weekly Contest
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Classic poem of the day
O God, I love thee, I love thee —
Not out of hope of heaven for me
Nor fearing not to love and be
In the everlasting burning.
Thou, thou, my Jesus, after me
Didst reach thine arms out dying,
For my sake sufferedst nails and lance,┬░
Mocked and marred countenance,
Sorrows passing number,
Sweat and care and cumber,
Yea and death, and this for me,
And thou couldst see me sinning:
Then I, why should not I love thee,
Jesu so much in love with me?
Not for heaven's sake; not to be
Out of hell by loving thee;
Not for any gains I see;
But just the way that thou didst me
I do love and I will love thee:
What must I love thee, Lord, for then? —
For being my king and God. Amen.
member poem of the day
Someone stood by the river, I was glad I wasn’t going to be the only one, I was to come with my grandfather, But he had been unwell and we were running out of supplies. I greeted the man, He only nodded in response, I gazed at him but he seemed oblivious to my scrutiny, He was busy with his net, A cold wave of unease washed through me as I turned my eyes away from him, I pondered what had caused that feeling. My grandfather had warned me to be wary of strangers at the river, He mentioned that mystery often surrounds this place, He said some persons had mysteriously disappeared after being affable to strangers, He said that dawn and twilight were particularly dangerous times, I kept this advice in mind as I left home. As I pushed my boat to the river, Suddenly the man offered me his net, I shook my head, His hand was still stretched toward me with an insistent gaze, I looked into his eyes and saw a glimmer of kindness, I shivered as I took the net, I sile...
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