Sunrise - poems

Hur?

noreply@blogspirit.com (Edith) — Wed, 16 Jan 2008 21:03:26 +0100

Hur ska jag prisa dig, min Gud,

för kärleken du ger?

Dess längd och bredd

och djup och höjd

ej någon mänska ser

Charles Wesley

noreply@blogspirit.com (Edith) — Tue, 25 Oct 2005 20:34:06 +0200

Rött.Gult.Orange.Brunt.

Löv

Nyligen femhundra nyanser av grönt

Rött.Gult.Orange.Brunt.

Lönnlöv i håret

Vått hår

Fläta

Tekopp och yllefilt

Mysigt

Levande ljus

Fint

Rött.Gult.Orange.Brunt

noreply@blogspirit.com (Edith) — Mon, 10 Oct 2005 19:45:16 +0200

Outhärdlig ensamhet i stressig tid

Outhärdlig ensamhet i lugn tid

Outhärdligt lugn i ensam tid

Outhärdlig stress i ensam tid

Tid för outhärdlig ensamhet

noreply@blogspirit.com (Edith) — Wed, 31 Aug 2005 17:09:38 +0200

I asked God for strenght,that I might achieve.I was made

weak,that I might learn humbly to obey.

I asked for health,that I might do great things,

I was given infirmity,that I might do better things.

I asked for riches,that I might be happy.

I was given poverty,that I might be wise.

I asked for all things,that I might enjoy life.

I was given life,that I might enjoy all things.

I asked for power,thet I might have the

praise of men.I was given weakness,that

I might feel the need of God.

I got nothing that I asked for,but

everything that I hoped for.

Almost despite myself,my unspoken

prayers were answered.I am,among all

most richly blessed..