In lieu of trying to belong to any number of societies: Chesterton, Sherlock Holmes, the Inklings, and so on: I propose and establish one of my own. Don your intelligence cap at the door; dust off your logic and imagination; did you bring your inspiration and encouragement? We are shapers, my friends; lit lamps; light-bringers. Bring quotes*; poetry should be uplifting and thoughtful, or witty and clever, (or both). Humor is encouraged; laughter is invited back. Pull up a chair. Anyone for tea?



It’s the Poet in Me I Suppose

Yours truly, on my sixteenth birthday, September 2010

An enthusiastic foodie
One who loves a cozy place
Loves to beautify a pastry
Doesn’t care much for a race
Happy when between the fine-rooms
And the Kitchen, there’s no line
Who prefers bare-feet and mushrooms
—Second breakfast would be fine
With a fireplace and bookshelf
Veggies and a rambling rose
I’ll be quite contented; it’s the
Hobbit in me I suppose

There’s a love of northern country
Love of sailing, East, and sea
Longing for a king who’s mighty
Longing for eternity
There is more in life than seeing
More than just the tangible
One to follow, never fleeing
Follow One more capable
Lion and the Lamb is leading
Follow to our last repose
With our eyes on Glory; it’s the
Narnian in me I suppose

Ears alert for evening loon cries
Basking in the cricket choir
Keeping eyes out for an owl prize
Or a red-tail on the wire
A canoe-ride in the sunset
Building newspaper-less fires
Hiking out in arctic air that
Gives us vigour, rarely tires
Hear the wolves and walk the shoreline
Feel the wood-smoke in your nose
Set your compass northward; it’s the
Ely in me I suppose

I’m redeemed: a saint and sinner
Justified by grace alone
I’m an ally of the winner
Trusting blood that shall atone
I’m becoming Jesus’ sister
By His grace alone and power
He defends me from the tester
And is with me every hour
Christ—a lover, great and worthy
I’m the wretch He stooped and chose
Let us spread His gospel; it’s the
Savior in me who arose


Katya said...

Beauty! This poem is a such a treasure. It was so lovely to be at your birthday breakfast and around for the day yesterday. Thank you for the lovely are a hobbit!

Auntie Meredith said...

Happiest of birthdays, dearest of Livis! A day late, but full of love and well wishes. Hope the day was wonderful.

PS I'm reading Crazy Love. (finally!) Wouldn't it be fun to talk about our favorite parts over tea? Someday.......

Olivia said...

Oh, it would Auntie!
I had a delightful birthday, thank you. Best wishes to you all from the north, where autumn has already begun!

Mrs.Rabe said...

Happy Birthday.

What a wonderful poem this is. You have a gift for expressing yourself.

I especially love your last stanza.

Melanie said...

Excellent poem! I enjoyed reading it! :-D

I found your blog through Leah's (The White Woods). :-)