Saturday, March 29, 2014

Poetry: Iambic

Another 9th grade poetry assignment. Sweet.

All things created are possessed of beauty but
Not all can see – complexity and artistry,
Descendants of the Eden garden, every one
Is handiwork of God above. Although we are
All fallen, still reflections of the Maker's mind
Will shine through sin and shadows to the hearts of men
Enlightening and brightening our sorry minds,
A little light unhidden by the dark of night.

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