Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.
(America never was America to me.)
Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed--
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
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Between us now and here--
Two thrown together
Who are not wont to wear
Life's flushest feather--
Who see the scenes slide past,
The daytimes dimming fast,
Let there be truth at last,
Even if despair.
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I
We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage
And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die,
We Poets of the proud old lineage
Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why, -
What shall we tell you? Tales, marvellous tales
Of ships and stars and isles where good men rest,
Where nevermore the rose of sunset pales,
And winds and shadows fall towards the West:
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COme, my Lucasia, since we see
That Miracles Mens faith do move,
By wonder and by prodigy
To the dull angry world let's prove
There's a Religion in our Love.
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For though we were design'd t' agree,
That Fate no liberty destroyes,
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As 'tis appointed men should die,
So judgment is the next
That meets them most assuredly;
For so saith holy text.
Wherefore of judgment I shall now
Inform you what I may,
That you may see what 'tis, and how
'Twill be with men that day.
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He who gives up
He who quits not
Only a believer God
As his ideas are fertile
Success when one
He must check all his
Defeat may come to
Greet it by being calmly
Repeat acts, so glory you
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Why do you doubt that the sun in the sky
Is the same as the stars at night?
Why do you doubt that the grass is green
And the heavens are sunny and bright?
Why do you doubt that children are small
And like to peel bread from the crust?
And why do you doubt the God up above
And where will you place your trust?
Death is a wall we cannot see
What is beyond or meant to be.
So we place our fate in speculation
Or hold the hope of revelation.
What Jesus did and claimed to show
Is truth beyond what we can know.
So we can choose to doubt his grace
Or follow him and see God’s face.
We point the boat where we want to go.
And the wind shoves us aside some days.
Or the waters churn with chum and we’re surrounded…
Or the boat springs a leak we must patch
Quick! with whatever’s on hand.
So what?
We paddle our boat together.
We point it where we want to go.
These are poems about relationships, with lovers, family members, and a God (real or fictitious?)
You!
by Michael R. Burch
For thirty years You have not spoken to me;
I heard the dull hollow echo of silence
as though strange communion between us.
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