© 8-25-07
In a dreamy far-off land
Wept a lovely lad.
Crying with his head in hands,
Surely he was sad.
He failed to see above him
A bird o’ gold upon a branch;
It spoke to him, with words of whim,
Upon the air, they danced.
“My dear boy, why do you cry?
You’re such a lovely sight!
It’s on my heart to ask you why,
For it doesn’t seem right.”
The boy looked up, and saw the bird,
With tears of its own;
He spoke to him, with quavering word;
Thus his heart was shown.
“I chose to walk with my Lord,
To live the life of faith.
My life in Him, it’s own reward,
But I acted with disgrace.
He challenged me to trust in Him,
And walk a darker path.
Having no faith, I turned in sin.
I fear I’m under wrath!
So my prayers have turned to cries,
I’m so much in despair.
I know these woods hear my sighs,
But He’s silent to my prayers.
“I prayed for faith, to believe;
I wish to see His face.
Whatever He gives, I’ll receive,
As long as it’s His grace.”
“Where is He now?” the creature asked.
He shrugged he did not know.
The bird then gave himself a task:
“We’ll find this Lord o’ hosts.”
Down, he came, from the tree.
He was such a tiny thing.
His wings o’ gold, a sight to see,
As broad as eagle’s wings.
He made the boy an odd request:
“Climb upon my back!”
Yet, he agreed to his behest,
And acted with no slack.
He asked the boy, “What is your name?”
He answered, “My name’s Jack.”
“We’ll seek the Lord, as if a game.
I’m sure He’ll take you back.”
Then off they lit, to Jack’s surprise,
Becoming like the breeze.
They were one with the skies,
It seemed his heart felt ease.
Time flew by, the sun had waned,
Darkness brought the night.
Fears his mind entertained.
They seemed to mock his plight.
Seeming to sense Jack’s tortured heart,
He said, “Let’s find the Lord.
Do not fret what night imparts.
It’s Him that you fly toward!”
Joy returned to little Jack,
Like a breath of fresh air;
Glorious hope came right back,
He felt he had no care.
“My dear Jack, hug my neck,
I love you here with me;
I hated to see you such a wreck;
I want you to be free.”
So his rider embraced him so,
The act came with much ease.
This pair in flight had a glow,
That glorified great peace.
“Feel the wind carry us,
And smell the scent about.
It raised us both from the dust,
With my wings so stout!”
Jack did so from there hence,
And breathed in the air;
It smelled of fine incense,
Reminding him of prayer.
He smelled other lovely scents,
Not knowing what they were,
Asked the bird what they meant
Wafting in the air.
“It’s myrrh, aloes and cassia,
The lovely scents of God!
They are His ambrosia,
To encourage us to laud.
”Let the wind carry you,
Just hold on to my neck;
Be so carried on the blue,
You’re on a holy trek!”
So Jack made sure to hold on tight,
Felt the wind take him up;
Sailing above this bird in flight,
He hoped it would not stop.
A dawning sun arose before them.
Its light its own reward.
Then behold, there in a glen,
Stood Jack’s mighty Lord!
He then squealed with delight,
Almost leaping off the bird.
Returned to him, was his Might,
Returning to the Word.
They landed there, in the glen.
He then stood before the Lord.
Expecting rebuke for his sin,
Hesitated to move toward.
“My dear Jack, My heart is bright.
My joy’s returned to Me.
You came to Me, through the night.
My joy is what I see!
“Well done, My little faithful servant.
Your faithful prayer was heard.
In faith, you did as you were meant.
Your need was not ignored.”
“But, my Lord,” Jack said,
“I had no faith to go.
I feared the dark with so much dread.
‘tis this bird that led me so.”
Then he turned to the bird,
To make his sad good-byes.
But the Lord spoke a word,
He heard with great surprise.
“My dear son, don’t you see?
You faced the night’s dark wraith.
You did so, and came to Me,
By your gilded bird of faith.
“Yes, he is My gift to you,
And was from the beginning.
He’s been with you, so very true,
Even in your sinning.
“He stayed with you with many tears.
You saw them in his eyes.
He’s proof to you, I’m always near.
You know I never lie.”
So Jack was back with the Lord,
Though He had never left.
Jack believed he’s never ignored.
His hope was not bereft.
Jack still often felt great fear,
Yet braved the nightly wraith.
For like the Lord, always near,
He braved with golden faith.
Author notes
Faith, is a gift from God. We all have it. It's just how we use it, that makes the difference.
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What a wonderful picture of that journey the Lord takes us on to show us his faithfulness even in the midst of our unfaithfulness. What an amazing Savior we have. His ability to make it so personal for each of us is such a blessing.
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Warm & Tender, Encouraging!
Very comforting & encouraging words. Yes, faith without works is dead! We must challenge the dark with our Faith in Him. Faith is one of the fruits of His Spirit & it is a gift from Yah! This is a wonderful story poem, filled with warmth & insight! It touched my heart. Thanks for this Bob. Welcomed read on a dreary day here in NewArk, NJ!
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This one still makes me weep.
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Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob! You have a brilliant mind. The Holy Spirit must lead you wonderfully. I loved this. It is a grand poetic story of faith. First looking I thought, Man...that is long! But the end came far too quickly. I bow to you my friend.
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Guess Who made my mind?
He made yours, too.
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Beautiful
This is so wonderful it brought tears to my eyes. Such a wonderful tale. Grat job. my brother.
*Go with God* my brother.
Valerie
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This still makes me weepy upon each time I read it.
This time I can see how the Lord is the Author and Finisher of that same faith in Him. I see something new in it everytime. How does that happen?
Actually, I know how.
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I have this image of flying through the storm on the wings of faith held up by the grace of God. I logged in at this time (0028) because I can't sleep - I think I can now. Beautiful.
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May You Dream...
...dreams of His infinite love, grace and mercy. May you be swept away by the lovely scents of the Lord, into His peaceful rest.
If you see Beauty here, it's Him. All I can do is write what I see.
God bless you!
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wonderful story
I loved this piece. I like story poems anyway especially ones that rhyme. Great job my friend! God bless you, Mark
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What a magnificent poem with a beautiful message. The length flew right by just like this golden bird of faith. I plan to bookmark this treasure so I can read it again and again. Thanks for sharing this great poem with us.
Dennis
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Longer poems don't hold my attention well, unless they are narratives like this one, and this one had a lovely message to it. In some ways, it reminded me a bit of MacDonald's "At the Back of the North Wind". I enjoyed reading it!
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Thank You!
I don't believe I know that story.
I don't usually expect much of a response to longer writes like these. So when a comment like yours comes along, I'm especially encouraged.
I think what helped the narrative was the fact I've had this in my heart for 10 years, but never wrote it down. I originally intended to write it as a regular short story but then I thought I could write it as you see here.
I'm glad I did.
God bless!
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its long ok ...
but worth the read ....
its really nicely put !!!!!!
NICE WORK !!!!!!!!
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Thank you...
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I love story poems, and you have a great story in this poem, I loved every part. You did an excellent job both in writing and imagination.
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Thank you, milord!
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eep... maybe i shouldnt have read this one and wasted ur points... its a beautiful poem but i dont have the slightest belief in christianity. the rhyming technique tis gr8 and i would love to read more of ur work... only perhaps the next time non religious lol. hugs, feral, xxx
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Thanks For Stopping By!
I appreciate the comment on the writing, as well as your integrity.
All I write is of a Christian theme.
See ya 'round! God bless...
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Wonderful Message
Well you have outdone yourself my friend. This story/poem was not only full of God's love and a wonderful story on having faith but it was quite enchanting too. I think your message is one all should read. Thank you for sharing. God Bless You, Sandy
Wonderful verse.....
“My dear son, don’t you see?
You faced the night’s dark wraith.
You did so, and came to Me,
By your gilded bird of faith.
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You weren't wrong when you said it was long! However, I wouldn't have missed reading it for all the tea in China ... beautifully penned, my friend. Aren't we lucky to have such a good God? You're right, 'faith' is a gift ... we should really be praying for more and more and more.
Do hope you're feeling better ... 'lemsips' are those sachet things that you stir into hot water ... they smell of lemons and help you to breathe, etc. Cyber hugs don't hurt so ... here ... catch some!!
Blessings,
Jane (lol)! I mean Beth xx
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I Knew It!
You are Jane Seymour!
May I have an autograph! Heeheehee!
Not many people can say they got cyber hugs from Ms. Seymour.
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Not often do we see a story poem and wonderful this is.
How you must of worked on this. Your reward will beyond what we say here. Great work
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I love story poems and this is no exception. I was drawn in from line one and enjoyed every word from thereon. Well done MOof. Val
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Thanks, Big Brother...
... I think I kind-of needed this one right now!
I like your story poems- I think I understand them better.
I liked the fact that God was always there, and that He cried with the boy. I've been feeling alot like that lately... literally! There's alot of emotional turmoil going on in my mind, and I've felt like I can't get back to a place of peace... even though I know it's in reach.
This encouraged me- thank you.
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Yours is...
...the best comment here.
I know how you feel, at least to some degree. I've been like that as well. Just goes to show you who's the real Author behind this one.
Right now, I'm weeping with you.
You know you have my love and prayers. I see in this write that we have peace with God, through Jesus, while me may not be enjoying it (Romans 5:1).
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this is fantastic! i love this poem. it has a story inside the story, deep with meaning. i agree with warrior of peace: faith is something we need to exercise and wait on while enjoying life. thank you for sharing this. keep writing! God bless you always
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I really like this
Great job with this one. I think of faith is something we need to exerisce and wait while enjoying life.
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You explained this poem better than I ever could.
Thanks, sis!
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