A scrap of road Flung upon a prairie Ending Starting. After-man stops And looks, wondering Where from? Where to? Someone made it Wanted it to last Why? How? Someone used it Followed it to finish Something Somehow. Somewhere needed it Gave it purpose, ending Gone. Lost.
From my sister, Betty Nick, received in e-mail and posted by permission. She wrote this when she was a pre-teen. Christmas is a happy time With loved ones near; God must feel sad to have Another Christmas come With so many of His children, So content down here.
OK, this is playing around. The first is a translation with some freedom, but with an effort to convey just a little bit of the rhythm of the Hebrew. It needs some more work. The second is just me having some fun with rhyme and meter, a practice I can always use. I look up…
OK, here’s another try at transforming a Psalm, in this case, by putting it into blank verse. There are some wonderful parallelisms in Psalm 103, but a great deal of that impact is lost on English readers. Here I try to present the message in blank verse, which provides some meter. I’m still sticking fairly…
This is the result of my having fun with my morning devotions and then mixing it with thinking about translation theory. Anyone up to produce Psalm 46 in another poetic form? I’m particularly interested in playing with translating into fixed forms. I’m safe with God my strength, my shield, my friend. In danger he is…
An intelligence Caught in a maze Of action Reaction Interaction Senseless negligence. The intelligence Thinks in the maze Of action Connection Direction Hope for deliverance. That intelligence Finds in the maze Affection Guidance Radiance Faith with a difference. This intelligence Mangles the maze With action Connection Direction Help from a confidence. The confidence Gets from…
