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Saturday, December 31, 2011


Yes she is obsessed
She is obsessed with coffee.
Zeze likes coffee.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

What the Children Said About Christmas
 By Rebekah K.

"There's something different in this house.
Something very nice," said Klaus.
"This time of year we celebrate
This time of year we dedicate
To the birth of one who could save us all."

"There's something festive going on
Folks are acting diff'rent," said Jon.
"The time of year to symbolize
the time of year to realize
Christ the Savior is born for us all."

"Let's get rid of all emnity.
With man and God," said Emily.
"This time of year is time for peace
It's time for wars and fights to cease.
And recognize that Jesus Christ is here."

"Let us sing all the songs we know.
About the Christmastime," said Joe.
"This time of year, with joy to sing
Praises to our Heavenly King
To whom we owe our everything."

Saturday, December 10, 2011

German poem

Wow. I sure haven't posted in a while.

Recently I was given the assignment to write a poem in German. I was told the form of the poem, which is:

1 noun
2 adjectives describing the noun
3 verbs describing the noun
4 word sentence describing the noun
1 noun describing the 1st noun

Here's what i wrote (note: The ü and ö go oo, the ß goes ss)


Grün, schön
Steht, wankt, gediht
Der Baum steht Groß

Yes, I know it doesn't rhyme, but do you know how hard it is to find rhyming words in German??? At least the "Grün, schön" part rhymes. :)

Which translated means:
Fir Tree
green, pretty
stands, sways, thrives
the tree stands tall
Christmas tree.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Happy thanksgiving

I'm thankful for family,
friends and my neighbors,
I'm thankful for music,
that plays in grocery stores.

I'm thankful for piano,
guitar and my voice,
when all put together,
make a beautiful noise.

I'm thankful for everything,
Big and small
I'm thankful for God,
Who is my all .

Happy Thnaksgiving.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Leaves of Autumn

From October 27th, 2007

Leaves of Autumn
on the bottom
of a dead grass bed.
some is brown, one is red
on their dead grass bed.
All Autumn colors
swirl in my head
of leaves, brown and red
on their dead grass bed.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

school assignment???

yup, that it is. it's a true story about something that happened to me. here goes:

Language Assignment

The Swing Incident at Riverside

    Rebekah was happy. She and he two friends, Betsy and Cassia were going to Riverside Park. It was the morning after they had all slept over at Betsy’s house.
    It was late May, and extremely warm for that time of year. The trees were full of leaves, and the creek was full. It was all God’s creation. For this Rebekah was also happy.
    “Hey, we’re almost there!” Rebekah yelled over her shoulder to Betsy and Cassia as they rode their bikes over the bumpy gravel road that led to the park. “I hope this doesn’t last all the way to the park!” Cassia said. “It doesn’t. It lasts only to the end of this road. Then when it curves it stops.” Rebekah said.
    The gravel road led on for about a half of a mile to the south, then turned to the left and went for about 1000 yards and finally emerged into the park.
    Finally, the turned and made the final leg of the trip. As they pulled into the park, Rebekah surveyed their surroundings.  A path led around the sides of the park, and in the middle there was spaced out trees, not fully grown yet. There was also a green pavilion, and a cement platform with six picnic tables on it. Trees surrounded the whole area.   To the east, through a line of trees, the creek rushed 30 feet below.
    Rebekah made a beeline toward the creek, Betsy and Cassia following behind. “There’s a rope swing with a shovel handle attached to it tied to a tree that’s overlooking the creek.” Rebekah said. “It sounds fun!” Cassia said. “Let’s hope it doesn’t break.” “Well, ready?” Rebekah asked as they climbed down to the ledge where the swing was more reachable. “So, who’s going first?”  Betsy asked. “You do it, Cassia.” Rebekah said.
“Um, O.K., but I’m not sure about this.” Cassia said. “It’ll be fine; I’ve done this a million times before.” Rebekah said. “O.K., here goes.” said Cassia, grasping the handle firmly in her hands. Then, with a whoop, she swung out over the creek. As she came back, she planted her feet firmly on the ledge, and handed the swing to Betsy. “That was fun!” Cassia said. Betsy swung, and then it was Rebekah’s turn. They did this for about an hour, and then Betsy said, “We had better go, but first, Bekah, why don’t you show Cassia that thing where you swing on the swing instead of just holding on to it.” “Well, O.K., but this is the last time. I’ve only done this one time before, but I’ll show Cassia.” Bekah said. “Yay!” Betsy said half jokingly.
    Rebekah climbed up the ledge to the top and, holding the rope firmly, jumped out and sat on the swing. She swung a few times, then, as she came back, she tried to get off.    But with a slip of the fingers, she lost her grip and plummeted into the creek!
    Rebekah knew what was happening, so she closed her eyes and held her breath, and then the water closed in around her. As se surfaced, she found that the creek was only about three feet deep. As Rebekah stood up, she felt a terrible pain in her left knee. “Ow! Augh!” Rebekah yelled. It was the worst pain that she had ever experienced.  “Bekah, are you all right?” Cassia called down to her. “I can’t stand! My leg won’t bear the weight!” Rebekah replied. “Hold on, Bekah, I’m coming!” Betsy called, and then made her way down to the creek. “God, please help me.” Rebekah silently prayed. As she helped Bekah up, Betsy said, “There, now you won’t feel so bad since you’re not the only one who is wet.” Yeah, and if my leg wasn’t hurt, I’d say that that was actually pretty fun.” Rebekah said, forcing a smile. “Did your leg hit something?” Betsy asked. “I didn’t feel anything, but who knows?” Rebekah said.  “You’ll have to lean on me to get out.” Betsy said.  “O.K., but how am I supposed to get up the cliff?” Bekah said. “Well, I don’t know, but I’ll think of something.”  Betsy said.  Betsy helped Bekah to the base of the cliff, then, Bekah took hold of a small tree and pulled herself up. Betsy came behind to make sure Bekah didn’t fall. Bekah continued to climb up the cliff, using grass and bushes to pull herself up. Her knee hurt terribly, but she kept on going, praying to God that he would help her up. Cassia went in front of them.
    Finally, they made it to the top. Bekah breathed a prayer of thanks to God, and then pulled herself up the rest of the way. Betsy quickly got up and put her arm around Bekah’s shoulder for support.  “Thanks, Betsy.” Bekah said. “Bekah, are you O.K.?” Cassia asked, concern filling her voice. “I think I’ll be all right.” Bekah said. “Now, I need to get over to the spigot to wash myself off.” Betsy helped Bekah to the spigot, and Bekah washed some of the dirt off. She felt very uncomfortable with her wet clothes on, but she tolerated it. Then, Bekah said, “Bring me my bike, I want to try to use it.”   Cassia brought Bekah her bike, and then Betsy helped her onto it. But as Bekah started pedaling, her leg wouldn’t cooperate, and she fell to the ground, her face twisted in pain and her knee hurting worse than before. Betsy and Cassia rushed over. “I don’t think that this will work.” Rebekah said. “Well, then, what should we do?” Cassia asked. “We should go over to the picnic tables and figure out what to do.” Betsy said. So that’s what they did.
    As they sat at the picnic tables, talking about what to do, Bekah suddenly remembered something. “Hey, I’ve got an idea!” she said. “Bring me my bike again.”  “Are you sure?” Betsy asked, her voice filled with concern. “Yea, I’m sure, I’ve practice this a lot in case something like this ever did happen. I just never thought it actually would.” Bekah said. So again Cassia brought her bike, and again Betsy helped her on to it. O.K., now, give me a push.” Bekah said. Betsy did, and Bekah pedaled forward with her good leg, then back pedaled, then pedaled forward again, and so on. It worked. She didn’t fall down. They got Bekah home and she once again not only thanked God, but praised him also.

Sunday, October 30, 2011

send the light

This hymn, in the "Hymns of the Faith" hymnal is one of my favorites. Plus it's easy to play on piano. :)

Send the Light
by Charles H. Gabriel
  1. There’s a call comes ringing o’er the restless wave,
    “Send the light! Send the light!”
    There are souls to rescue, there are souls to save,
    Send the light! Send the light!
    • Refrain:
      Send the light, the blessed Gospel light;
      Let it shine from shore to shore!
      Send the light, the blessed Gospel light;
      Let it shine forevermore!
  2. We have heard the Macedonian call today,
    “Send the light! Send the light!”
    And a golden off’ring at the cross we lay,
    Send the light! Send the light!
  3. Let us pray that grace may everywhere abound,
    “Send the light! Send the light!”
    And a Christlike spirit everywhere be found,
    Send the light! Send the light!
  4. Let us not grow weary in the work of love,
    “Send the light! Send the light!”
    Let us gather jewels for a crown above,
    Send the light! Send the light!

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

The hail storm of june 2011

This is a picture from early June. I thought it was very pretty. There was a whole lot of hail that day.

Saturday, October 8, 2011

picture from patricia

who is my younger sister, in case you were wondering. she asked me to put this up and I agreed. Patricia is 12 years old, and hopes to become good enough at drawing to be as good as her older sister, medusa. you can view a sample of Medusa's artwork here. but here's patricia's picture:

can you guess who it is?

Friday, October 7, 2011

Monday, October 3, 2011

photography again

This was taken last winter, which was the worst winter I can remember in North Dakota. This is a dawn that was so beautiful, it took my breath away. enjoy.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

quotes of the siblings

a few times in the future, you will hear a story about my younger siblings that I think is funny. today is one such story.

I was doing dishes with my younger sister, Patty, and we were talking about being left handed and right handed. she said she wishes she were extrapedestrian. I think she meant ambidextrous.

Friday, September 30, 2011

A dream with in A Dream by E.A. Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Come Thou Fount

John Wyeth (1770-1858)
Words: Robert Robinson , 1758; ap­peared in his A Col­lect­ion of Hymns Used by the Church of Christ in Angel Al­ley, Bi­shop­gate, 1759.
Music: Net­tle­ton, Wyeth’s Re­po­si­to­ry of Sac­red Mu­sic, Part Se­cond, by John Wy­eth, 1813 

Robert Robinson (1735-1790)

Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeeming love.

Sorrowing I shall be in spirit,
Till released from flesh and sin,
Yet from what I do inherit,
Here Thy praises I’ll begin;
Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Here by Thy great help I’ve come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.

Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood;
How His kindness yet pursues me
Mortal tongue can never tell,
Clothed in flesh, till death shall loose me
I cannot proclaim it well.

O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.

O that day when freed from sinning,
I shall see Thy lovely face;
Clothed then in blood washed linen
How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace;
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry,
Take my ransomed soul away;
Send thine angels now to carry
Me to realms of endless day.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

A very educational post

I have always wondered how Spaghetti is produced. This video is one of the best I've seen. Very educational.


 I was just seven years old when The towers fell. I don't remember much, but I remember crying because my mom told me that lots of innocent people died. I was in second grade, and at school, we prayed for everyone. Yup, we prayed in school. But now the thought of 9-11 is the only thing that can make me cry.

I was seven years old
when those towers did fold.
I don't remember a lot,
But I haven't forgot.
Ten years later today
Bowed my head and I prayed.
For those thousands of Loved ones
Moms, dads, daughters and sons,
acquaintances and friends.
All left alone in the end.
And so this is to all
The sad people out there.

Saturday, September 10, 2011

A winner... kinda

So I posted a few days ago about the World Poetry Movement, and how I entered my poem in it. well, I actually entered two poems, and this one was selected for publication in the World Poetry Movement book, Stars In Our Hearts. This poem is dedicated to my little sister, Patricia. here is the original poem, but I made one change because of Patiricia.

Hard Work

P.J. I know
That life can be hard.
school is the pits
You get no reward.
But I know you're smart
You can make it through life
if only you try.
Your mind is a knife
you can cut through your school.
I know that you'll see
if you try hard enough;
Hard work is the key!

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

heres to real friends

no form, just how I feel. it rhymes anyway.

What is a real friend?
the answer is clear.
they tell you the truth
not based upon how you feel.
they compliment you
not just to flatter
the truth is in what they say
and their words really matter.

when your feeling sad
they listen, but do not agree.
they will not sympathize
if they know and see
that you are mad
and don't mean what you say.
they help you get over it
'till your sadness goes away.

they want to share with you,
take pleasure in your happiness.
they always have a smile for you,
your never put to test.
they tease you in a friendly way
just to make you smile.
if you need time alone,
they leave you for a while.

friends are fun
they're caring and true,
they know your troubles,
They know what to do.
friends are many,
but real friends are few.
they aren't hard to find
and maybe one is you.

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

world wide poetry movement

I entered the world poetry movement contest.

here's the poem i entered:

We prayed for the families
Who lost men in arms.
Who's loved ones had all gone
Serving Stripes and Stars.
All those many soldiers
In Afghanistan.
We prayed for the people,
down to the last man.

Sunday, August 28, 2011


Sorry I haven't posted in a while.

Thursday, August 25, 2011

The first poem of the school year

Every year, we students at the Kjos Academy are all given a poem to memorize. it's usually one poem a month. This month's poem, which I have already memorized, is Edger Allen Poe's "Annabel lee".

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love -
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulcher
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me
Yes! that was the reason
(as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we
Of many far wiser than we
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
In the sepulcher there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Friday, August 19, 2011

a sad departure

A dreary day,
A dreary departure.
Whatever you say,
this sad picture
will stay in my mind,
will forever torture.
I wish I could rewind
this last day together.

At the piano I play
A song so sad,
To match this day
That I have had.
And so to match
a day not so glad,
today I catch
a dreary cold.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

We Prayed For the Families

We prayed for the families
Who lost men in arms.
Who's loved ones had all gone
Serving Stripes and Stars.
All those many soldiers
In Afghanistan.
We prayed for the people,
down to the last man.

Sunday, August 14, 2011

sunday, august 14th

Malachi 4

 1For, behold, the day cometh, that shall burn as an oven; and all the proud, yea, and all that do wickedly, shall be stubble: and the day that cometh shall burn them up, saith the LORD of hosts, that it shall leave them neither root nor branch.
 2But unto you that fear my name shall the Sun of righteousness arise with healing in his wings; and ye shall go forth, and grow up as calves of the stall.
 3And ye shall tread down the wicked; for they shall be ashes under the soles of your feet in the day that I shall do this, saith the LORD of hosts.
 4Remember ye the law of Moses my servant, which I commanded unto him in Horeb for all Israel, with the statutes and judgments.
 5Behold, I will send you Elijah the prophet before the coming of the great and dreadful day of the LORD:
 6And he shall turn the heart of the fathers to the children, and the heart of the children to their fathers, lest I come and smite the earth with a curse.

Friday, August 12, 2011

double shift

A double today
that's what I work.
what can I say
I'm addicted to work.
No time for play
when I must work
To balance trays
(now THAT is work)
among the fray
That I call work.

Thursday, August 11, 2011


Here is today's post. It's a picture that I so artistically took. ;)

It's a picture that I took while down in SOuth Dakota last June. We were in Deadwood, and this was a restaurant at which we ate.

Monday, August 8, 2011

blueberry scones

Blueberry Scones

adapted from Cooks Illustrated
makes 8 scones

8 Tbsp unsalted butter, frozen solid, plus additional 2 Tbsp, melted for brushing
1 1/2 cup fresh blueberries
1/2 cup whole milk
1/2 cup sour cream
2 cups all-purpose flour
1/2 cup sugar, plus extra for sprinkling
2 tsp baking powder
1/4 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt
1 tsp lemon zest

1. Adjust oven rack to middle position and heat oven to 425 degrees. With the large holes on a box grater, grate the 8 tablespoons of frozen butter. Place grated butter in freezer until needed. Melt 2 tablespoons of remaining ungrated butter and set aside. Place blueberries in freezer until needed.

2. Whisk together milk and sour cream in medium bowl; refrigerate until needed. Whisk flour, 1/2 cup sugar, baking powder, baking soda, salt, and lemon zest in chilled medium bowl. Add frozen butter to flour mixture and toss with fingers until thoroughly coated.

3. Add milk mixture to flour mixture; fold with spatula until just combined. With rubber spatula, transfer dough to liberally floured work surface. Dust surface of dough with flour; with floured hands, knead dough 6 to 8 times, until it just holds together in ragged ball, adding flour as needed to prevent sticking.

4. Roll dough into approximate 12-inch square. Fold dough into thirds like a business letter, using bench scraper to release dough if it sticks to countertop. Lift short ends of dough and fold into thirds again to form approximate 4-inch square. Transfer dough to plate lightly dusted with flour and chill in freezer 5 minutes.

5. Transfer dough to floured work surface and roll into approximate 12-inch square again. Sprinkle blueberries evenly over surface of dough, then press down so they are slightly embedded in dough. Using bench scraper or thin metal spatula, loosen dough from work surface. Roll dough, pressing to form tight log. Lay seam-side down and press log into 12 by 4-inch rectangle. Using sharp, floured knife, cut rectangle crosswise into 4 equal rectangles. Cut each rectangle diagonally to form 2 triangles and transfer to parchment-lined baking sheet.

6. Brush tops with melted butter and sprinkle with remaining tablespoon sugar. Bake until tops and bottoms are golden brown, 18 to 25 minutes. Transfer to wire rack and let cool 10 minutes before serving.

Saturday, August 6, 2011

a favorite hymn.

  1.  Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
    The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide;
    When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
    Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me.
  2. Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;
    Earth’s joys grow dim, its glories pass away;
    Change and decay in all around I see—
    O Thou who changest not, abide with me.
  3. I need Thy presence every passing hour;
    What but Thy grace can foil the tempter’s pow’r?
    Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?
    Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.
  4. I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;
    Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness;
    Where is death’s sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
    I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.
  5. Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
    Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies;
    Heav’n’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;
    In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.
one of my favorite hymns by henry f. lyte.

Friday, August 5, 2011

piano concerto no. 1

here is Tchaikovsky's piano concerto no. 1, one of the best ones there is.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Chicken enchiladas!

Here is the awesome recipe for Chicken enchiladas:

1 can (10 3/4 oz) cream of mushroom soup.
four cooked chicken breasts.
4 oz chopped chili peppers
2 cups shredded cheddar  cheese
7 flour tortillas.

save out a little cream of mushroom soup in a bowl. we'll get to that in a minute. mix all ingredients (except the tortillas :]) in a bowl. add milk to make it kinda runny, not too thin.

add a little milk to the cream of mushroom soup that you saved out. mix.

butter a 9x13 pan. put cream of mushroom soup and milk mix in the bottom. divide the enchilada sauce onto the 7 tortillas. 
fold the tortillas and put in the oven @350 for about 30 minutes.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

OK this is kinda stupid, but I wrote a lullaby. I made it up and sang it to my niece, and she seemed to like it (shes 2 by the way).

Lay your head 
upon your bed.
go to sleep, my baby.

dream a dream
while you sleep
close your eyes my baby.

may your sleep 
be very deep
rest you need my baby.

the Lord will keep
you as you sleep
He's there for you, my baby.

Monday, August 1, 2011

5 minutes...

I have just 5 minutes.
I don't know what to say.
5 minutes of this day
to post this on my page.
I'm sorry that I'm slacking,
This page, my posts are lacking
and so this one I'm tacking
to my page in just 5 minutes.

So sorry that didn't have form. It rhymed at least. Gotta fly, gotta go to work!

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

I hang my head.

I 'm so sorry that I haven't posted in a long time. I'm not going to give an excuse. I'm so sorry.

In other news, I was thinking about adding a new part to the Art of Lone Wolf blog. It came to me this morning as I was reading "The Winds of War."

I want to know what you think about this, dear reader, so give me your opinions. even if there is a total of about three people I know who read this.
I want to start doing book reviews and book recommendations. comment and tell me what you think.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

moonlight on july 11th 2011

I couldn't see very well when I did this picture. it was dark. I took my chalks outside and drew it. The moon was a little less full. I had to guess at the colors. I think it's my best failure yet.

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Guten morgen meinen leser.
That's German for "Good Morning my readers! I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while. I'm getting ready to go to Wisconsin for a while, So I'm cleaning my house.  Today's post is a haiku.

This is a Haiku
A little haiku for you
beautiful haiku

Monday, July 4, 2011

Happy fourth

Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?


 I pledge allegiance to the flag,
Of the United States of America.
And to the republic
For which it stands
One nation 
Under God
With liberty and justice for all.


Sunday, July 3, 2011

Sunday, July 3rd, 2011

1 And now, O ye priests, this commandment is for you. 2 If ye will not hear , and if ye will not lay it to heart, to give glory unto my name, saith the LORD of hosts, I will even send a curse upon you, and I will curse your blessings: yea, I have cursed them already, because ye do not lay it to heart. 3 Behold, I will corrupt your seed, and spread dung upon your faces, even the dung of your solemn feasts; and one shall take you away with it. 4 And ye shall know that I have sent this commandment unto you, that my covenant might be with Levi, saith the LORD of hosts. 5 My covenant was with him of life and peace; and I gave them to him for the fear wherewith he feared me, and was afraid before my name. 6 The law of truth was in his mouth, and iniquity was not found in his lips: he walked with me in peace and equity, and did turn many away from iniquity. 7 For the priest's lips should keep knowledge, and they should seek the law at his mouth: for he is the messenger of the LORD of hosts. 8 But ye are departed out of the way; ye have caused many to stumble at the law; ye have corrupted the covenant of Levi, saith the LORD of hosts. 9 Therefore have I also made you contemptible and base before all the people, according as ye have not kept my ways, but have been partial in the law.

Friday, July 1, 2011

A prayer, a Promise I will Keep

Oh Lord, I'll stop disobeying,
I'll give you what is yours.
I'll take more time in praying,
I'll diligently do my chores.
Good for evil I'll be repaying,
And I promise to follow every course
That you lead me on, Oh Lord.

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

The sunset of paradise.

I did this in chalk.

A Great start to my day

Which was actually on the 24th of June, 2011.

This poem has no pattern, other than the rhyming part.

First here's what happened
To me today.
I got to see my friend!
I don't know what to say!

Then I found a car,
A really awesome deal,
New stereo, good condition,
I can't believe it's real!

I went to pick Becca up,
And we drove to the fair.
we met up with JLynn,
With her awesome hair!

So now here I sit,
With my two best friends,
The German Gothic princess,
And the one who's leaving in the end.

Told ya it had no pattern.

Monday, June 27, 2011

There is a place

There's a place, I call it home,
Not a house, Not where I live.
I've never, ever  been there,
but I'm going, 'cause He forgives.

There's a place, I won't be sad,
nor be sick, or need a thing.
All day long I'll be content
To thank and praise my Lord, to sing.

There's a place, I live right now,
Here is just a place to stay
we should live, not of this world,
But in it, 'till that Glorious day.

Sunday, June 26th: Malachi 1:6-14

 6A son honoureth his father, and a servant his master: if then I be a father, where is mine honour? and if I be a master, where is my fear? saith the LORD of hosts unto you, O priests, that despise my name. And ye say, Wherein have we despised thy name?
 7Ye offer polluted bread upon mine altar; and ye say, Wherein have we polluted thee? In that ye say, The table of the LORD is contemptible.
 8And if ye offer the blind for sacrifice, is it not evil? and if ye offer the lame and sick, is it not evil? offer it now unto thy governor; will he be pleased with thee, or accept thy person? saith the LORD of hosts.
 9And now, I pray you, beseech God that he will be gracious unto us: this hath been by your means: will he regard your persons? saith the LORD of hosts.
 10Who is there even among you that would shut the doors for nought? neither do ye kindle fire on mine altar for nought. I have no pleasure in you, saith the LORD of hosts, neither will I accept an offering at your hand.
 11For from the rising of the sun even unto the going down of the same my name shall be great among the Gentiles; and in every place incense shall be offered unto my name, and a pure offering: for my name shall be great among the heathen, saith the LORD of hosts.
 12But ye have profaned it, in that ye say, The table of the LORD is polluted; and the fruit thereof, even his meat, is contemptible.
 13Ye said also, Behold, what a weariness is it! and ye have snuffed at it, saith the LORD of hosts; and ye brought that which was torn, and the lame, and the sick; thus ye brought an offering: should I accept this of your hand? saith the LORD.
 14But cursed be the deceiver, which hath in his flock a male, and voweth, and sacrificeth unto the LORD a corrupt thing: for I am a great King, saith the LORD of hosts, and my name is dreadful among the heathen.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

another poem...

I realized that my posts have become nothing but poetry. I will try to get some photography in there some time.

Give me give me something more
Than this little cold stone floor.
'Cause I am waiting for the day
when I'm free, I'll laugh and play.
But for now I'm stuck inside,
inside this hole I'll sit and hide.
Waiting for you to find me.
To look inside and finally see
and finally, finally set me free.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Four years apart, one day together!

She's coming, she's coming!
Excitement all the way!
It's perfect, it's sunny,
(At least I hope for that day)
My friend whom I have not
Seen in quite a while,
Will very soon be brought
To me with a smile!!!!!

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Ok... Here's what my day was like, or what it was pretty close to.

After a hectic day at work
At home my chores I shirked.
I sat around
I read a book
and my mom I irked.

she grabbed my arm and said to me
"Now do your chores, Missy!
I do not care
if you are tired
get your work done, see?"

And so I got up with a sigh
And thought might as well try.
I did my chores
then sat back down
and caught my mom's eye.

And she said "See? Now you are done,"
I thought Oh here it comes.
she lectured me
"Work before rest"
And how work is fun.

When she got done, I said yes Ma'am
And fian'ly here I am
So that's my day,
Or afternoon,
Sorry, gotta scram!

P.s. this poem, excluding the hectic day at work line, is entirely fictional.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

A Poem To a Departing Friend

When I heard that she was moving
I sat right down and —did I cry?
Well, no, but I was close.
The only thing I thought was why?
Why did she have to go?

I understand It's best for her
To leave this place and—why, oh why?
Now stop it! this is best.
Just 'cause she's leaving I won't die
But I'm gonna miss her.

Sure our friendship , it was dormant
For all this time—how many years?
At least since I was ten.
But now the reason for my tears,
The ones I have inside,

Are not for all those dormant years,
But the two ends—then and now.
I wish I could have been
A better, longer friend somehow,
'Stead of what really was.

Sunday's post

1The burden of the word of the LORD to Israel by Malachi.
2I have loved you, saith the LORD. Yet ye say, Wherein hast thou loved us? Was not Esau Jacob's brother? saith the LORD: yet I loved Jacob,
3And I hated Esau, and laid his mountains and his heritage waste for the dragons of the wilderness.
4Whereas Edom saith, We are impoverished, but we will return and build the desolate places; thus saith the LORD of hosts, They shall build, but I will throw down; and they shall call them, The border of wickedness, and, The people against whom the LORD hath indignation for ever.
5And your eyes shall see, and ye shall say, The LORD will be magnified from the border of Israel.

Saturday, June 18, 2011


My latest poem, hot off the press.

I watch and wait
for something to do
On this beautiful day.
It is a trait
of mine, it's true
To have nothing to do
on Saturday.

Friday, June 17, 2011

Psalm of life

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)
            A PSALM OF LIFE
                    SAID TO THE PSALMIST

    TELL me not, in mournful numbers,
        Life is but an empty dream ! —
    For the soul is dead that slumbers,
        And things are not what they seem.
    Life is real !   Life is earnest!
        And the grave is not its goal ;
    Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
        Was not spoken of the soul.
    Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
        Is our destined end or way ;
    But to act, that each to-morrow
        Find us farther than to-day.
    Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
        And our hearts, though stout and brave,
    Still, like muffled drums, are beating
        Funeral marches to the grave.
    In the world's broad field of battle,
        In the bivouac of Life,
    Be not like dumb, driven cattle !
        Be a hero in the strife !
    Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant !
        Let the dead Past bury its dead !
    Act,— act in the living Present !
        Heart within, and God o'erhead !
    Lives of great men all remind us
        We can make our lives sublime,
    And, departing, leave behind us
        Footprints on the sands of time ;
    Footprints, that perhaps another,
        Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
    A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
        Seeing, shall take heart again.
    Let us, then, be up and doing,
        With a heart for any fate ;
    Still achieving, still pursuing,
        Learn to labor and to wait.

Thursday, June 16, 2011


...Means I have nothing to post today. After a HECTIC day at work, I came home, was immediately pushed out and made to rush to the store ( a mile) on my bicycle, and now suppers on. so I'd like to just leave you with a little rhyme:

 Sorry I have to go
I hope you'll understand
when I just say no
to posting today.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Thoughts with a Horse

Well, I finally got around to writing another poem. It's odd, but whenever I plan to write one, I can't think of anything to write. Poetry just comes randomly, I guess. I was writing a letter (yes, they still exist, old as they are) to a friend yesterday, and I had absolutely nothing to say (hey, that rhymed!), so I thought I'd put one of my poems in there and ask what they thought of it. The problem was, I couldn't remember any of my poems, and I didn't want to take the time to go look one up on the computer. SO I just started writing, and the result was Thoughts with a Horse.  

Thoughts With a Horse
by Rebekah Kjos

As I sat by the fire
On a warm Summer night
And looked at the stars
That were shining so bright,
I wondered how people 
could miss such a sight.

My black horse, he agreed,
Said some people don't see
'Cause they don't want to.
And where they want to be
is not out in the night.
But at home, asleep.

He said, "Now us horses,
At least those that I know
Love nights like tonight,
It's our kind of night show.
Some will watch it 'till dawn,
When the rooster crows."

My black horse looked at me
And said with a grin,
"We're country horses,
and we think it's a sin
To just gallop on by
and not take it in."

I just nodded to this,
What he said was quite true.
I liked how he thought
'Cause I thought that way, too.
So I sat up that night
Enjoying the blue.

We, my black horse and me
Do not speak to all men
When we say slow down,
Because nature's a gem
Just put down your pen.

One's never too busy
to just go outside
And look at the sky
Or the ocean's tide
Feel the grass 'neath your feet
Watch the stars at night.

-Rebekah Kjos



Tuesday, June 14, 2011


This is a poem by Nikki Giovanni that I enjoied. Thanx , Nikki.

if i can't do
what i want to do
then my job is to not
do what i don't want
to do

it's not the same thing
but it's the best i can

if i can't have
what i want . . . then
my job is to want
what i've got
and be satisfied
that at least there
is something more to want

since i can't go
where i need
to go . . . then i must . . . go
where the signs point
through always understanding
parallel movement
isn't lateral

when i can't express
what i really feel
i practice feeling
what i can express
and none of it is equal
i know
but that's why mankind
alone among the animals
learns to cry

Sunday, June 12, 2011

1 samuel 17:1-58

17:1 Now the Philistines gathered together their armies to battle, and were gathered together at Shochoh, which belongeth to Judah, and pitched between Shochoh and Azekah, in Ephesdammim.

17:2 And Saul and the men of Israel were gathered together, and pitched by the valley of Elah, and set the battle in array against the Philistines.

17:3 And the Philistines stood on a mountain on the one side, and Israel stood on a mountain on the other side: and there was a valley between them.

17:4 And there went out a champion out of the camp of the Philistines, named Goliath, of Gath, whose height was six cubits and a span.

17:5 And he had an helmet of brass upon his head, and he was armed with a coat of mail; and the weight of the coat was five thousand shekels of brass.

17:6 And he had greaves of brass upon his legs, and a target of brass between his shoulders.

17:7 And the staff of his spear was like a weaver's beam; and his spear's head weighed six hundred shekels of iron: and one bearing a shield went before him.

17:8 And he stood and cried unto the armies of Israel, and said unto them, Why are ye come out to set your battle in array? am not I a Philistine, and ye servants to Saul? choose you a man for you, and let him come down to me.

17:9 If he be able to fight with me, and to kill me, then will we be your servants: but if I prevail against him, and kill him, then shall ye be our servants, and serve us.

17:10 And the Philistine said, I defy the armies of Israel this day; give me a man, that we may fight together.

17:11 When Saul and all Israel heard those words of the Philistine, they were dismayed, and greatly afraid.

17:12 Now David was the son of that Ephrathite of Bethlehemjudah, whose name was Jesse; and he had eight sons: and the man went among men for an old man in the days of Saul.

17:13 And the three eldest sons of Jesse went and followed Saul to the battle: and the names of his three sons that went to the battle were Eliab the firstborn, and next unto him Abinadab, and the third Shammah.

17:14 And David was the youngest: and the three eldest followed Saul.

17:15 But David went and returned from Saul to feed his father's sheep at Bethlehem.

17:16 And the Philistine drew near morning and evening, and presented himself forty days.

17:17 And Jesse said unto David his son, Take now for thy brethren an ephah of this parched corn, and these ten loaves, and run to the camp of thy brethren;

17:18 And carry these ten cheeses unto the captain of their thousand, and look how thy brethren fare, and take their pledge.

17:19 Now Saul, and they, and all the men of Israel, were in the valley of Elah, fighting with the Philistines.

17:20 And David rose up early in the morning, and left the sheep with a keeper, and took, and went, as Jesse had commanded him; and he came to the trench, as the host was going forth to the fight, and shouted for the battle.

17:21 For Israel and the Philistines had put the battle in array, army against army.

17:22 And David left his carriage in the hand of the keeper of the carriage, and ran into the army, and came and saluted his brethren.

17:23 And as he talked with them, behold, there came up the champion, the Philistine of Gath, Goliath by name, out of the armies of the Philistines, and spake according to the same words: and David heard them.

17:24 And all the men of Israel, when they saw the man, fled from him, and were sore afraid.

17:25 And the men of Israel said, Have ye seen this man that is come up? surely to defy Israel is he come up: and it shall be, that the man who killeth him, the king will enrich him with great riches, and will give him his daughter, and make his father's house free in Israel.

17:26 And David spake to the men that stood by him, saying, What shall be done to the man that killeth this Philistine, and taketh away the reproach from Israel? for who is this uncircumcised Philistine, that he should defy the armies of the living God?

17:27 And the people answered him after this manner, saying, So shall it be done to the man that killeth him.

17:28 And Eliab his eldest brother heard when he spake unto the men; and Eliab's anger was kindled against David, and he said, Why camest thou down hither? and with whom hast thou left those few sheep in the wilderness? I know thy pride, and the naughtiness of thine heart; for thou art come down that thou mightest see the battle.

17:29 And David said, What have I now done? Is there not a cause?

17:30 And he turned from him toward another, and spake after the same manner: and the people answered him again after the former manner.

17:31 And when the words were heard which David spake, they rehearsed them before Saul: and he sent for him.

17:32 And David said to Saul, Let no man's heart fail because of him; thy servant will go and fight with this Philistine.

17:33 And Saul said to David, Thou art not able to go against this Philistine to fight with him: for thou art but a youth, and he a man of war from his youth.

17:34 And David said unto Saul, Thy servant kept his father's sheep, and there came a lion, and a bear, and took a lamb out of the flock:

17:35 And I went out after him, and smote him, and delivered it out of his mouth: and when he arose against me, I caught him by his beard, and smote him, and slew him.

17:36 Thy servant slew both the lion and the bear: and this uncircumcised Philistine shall be as one of them, seeing he hath defied the armies of the living God.

17:37 David said moreover, The LORD that delivered me out of the paw of the lion, and out of the paw of the bear, he will deliver me out of the hand of this Philistine. And Saul said unto David, Go, and the LORD be with thee.

17:38 And Saul armed David with his armor, and he put an helmet of brass upon his head; also he armed him with a coat of mail.

17:39 And David girded his sword upon his armor, and he assayed to go; for he had not proved it. And David said unto Saul, I cannot go with these; for I have not proved them. And David put them off him.

17:40 And he took his staff in his hand, and chose him five smooth stones out of the brook, and put them in a shepherd's bag which he had, even in a scrip; and his sling was in his hand: and he drew near to the Philistine.

17:41 And the Philistine came on and drew near unto David; and the man that bare the shield went before him.

17:42 And when the Philistine looked about, and saw David, he disdained him: for he was but a youth, and ruddy, and of a fair countenance.

17:43 And the Philistine said unto David, Am I a dog, that thou comest to me with staves? And the Philistine cursed David by his gods.

17:44 And the Philistine said to David, Come to me, and I will give thy flesh unto the fowls of the air, and to the beasts of the field.

17:45 Then said David to the Philistine, Thou comest to me with a sword, and with a spear, and with a shield: but I come to thee in the name of the LORD of hosts, the God of the armies of Israel, whom thou hast defied.

17:46 This day will the LORD deliver thee into mine hand; and I will smite thee, and take thine head from thee; and I will give the carcasses of the host of the Philistines this day unto the fowls of the air, and to the wild beasts of the earth; that all the earth may know that there is a God in Israel.

17:47 And all this assembly shall know that the LORD saveth not with sword and spear: for the battle is the LORD's, and he will give you into our hands.

17:48 And it came to pass, when the Philistine arose, and came, and drew nigh to meet David, that David hastened, and ran toward the army to meet the Philistine.

17:49 And David put his hand in his bag, and took thence a stone, and slang it, and smote the Philistine in his forehead, that the stone sunk into his forehead; and he fell upon his face to the earth.

17:50 So David prevailed over the Philistine with a sling and with a stone, and smote the Philistine, and slew him; but there was no sword in the hand of David.

17:51 Therefore David ran, and stood upon the Philistine, and took his sword, and drew it out of the sheath thereof, and slew him, and cut off his head therewith. And when the Philistines saw their champion was dead, they fled.

17:52 And the men of Israel and of Judah arose, and shouted, and pursued the Philistines, until thou come to the valley, and to the gates of Ekron. And the wounded of the Philistines fell down by the way to Shaaraim, even unto Gath, and unto Ekron.

17:53 And the children of Israel returned from chasing after the Philistines, and they spoiled their tents.

17:54 And David took the head of the Philistine, and brought it to Jerusalem; but he put his armor in his tent.

17:55 And when Saul saw David go forth against the Philistine, he said unto Abner, the captain of the host, Abner, whose son is this youth? And Abner said, As thy soul liveth, O king, I cannot tell.

17:56 And the king said, Inquire thou whose son the stripling is.

17:57 And as David returned from the slaughter of the Philistine, Abner took him, and brought him before Saul with the head of the Philistine in his hand.

17:58 And Saul said to him, Whose son art thou, thou young man? And David answered, I am the son of thy servant Jesse the Bethlehemite.

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Another recipe!

Today, I'm brewing beer. my father got a recipe and adjusted it to his liking. He then got all the ingredients, hops, barley, stuff like that. right now, we're waiting for the beer. It's supposed to boil for an hour. it's been about half an hour. S I'm going to give you the recipe for a Faux Margarita. it's actually really simple.

You need 2 corona Beers, and half a cup of frozen limeade concentrate. Stir well in a pitcher. It tastes good.

Brewing beer! 

Except I couldn't figure out how to turn the image around. sorry...

Friday, June 10, 2011

Another poem about work

Don't Shirk Your Work

The thing about me
And work it does seem
Is when I have to, 
I'll do it.

But telling myself
That cleaning that shelf
Can wait a day or two
Is slacking.

My room still gets clean,
(at least in my dreams)
But while it is messy,
It looks bad.

No amount of work
Means that you can shirk
'Cause there's to much of it.
Just do it.

So take it from me, 
And soon you will see
That slackers never get

Thursday, June 9, 2011

I'm getting lazy

I was trying to post every day. I completely forgot. I am sorry. today's post involves a recipe.

This is my recipe that my grandmother decided to put in her family's cookbook. Unfortunately, she thought it was my mother's recipe and there for named it after her.

Kelly's Bars
  supposed to be Rebekah's bars

2 cups of sugar
1 3/4 - 2 cups of flour
1/2 tsp. salt
1/3 cup cocoa

1cup melted butter
1tsp. vanilla
4small eggs

grease a 9x13 pan. turn oven on to 350 degrees f. mix all the dry ingredients, then add all the wet ingredients.
pour in the pan. bake for 20 min.

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Fairest lord Jesus

1.      Fairest Lord Jesus, ruler of all nature, 
 O thou of God and man the Son, 
 Thee will I cherish, Thee will I honor, 
 thou, my soul's glory, joy, and crown.

2. Fair are the meadows, fairer still the woodlands, 
 robed in the blooming garb of spring:  
 Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer 
 who makes the woeful heart to sing.

3. Fair is the sunshine, fairer still the moonlight, 
 and all the twinkling starry host:  
 Jesus shines brighter, Jesus shines purer 
 than all the angels heaven can boast.

4. Beautiful Savior!  Lord of all the nations!  
 Son of God and Son of Man!  
 Glory and honor, praise, adoration, 
 now and forevermore be thine.

Saturday, June 4, 2011

a waltz

OH my! I'ts been nine days since my last post! I am indeed sorry for that. The problem is that my internet conection was down. So I apologise once again. Todays post comes from the fact that I love classical music, and my absolute favorite peice is waltz in A minor by Chopin.

Thursday, May 26, 2011


I am going to be gone until Monday. S there won't be any posts. So tonight I would like to just thank Stephanie for inviting me on this trip. She is awsome!!!!!

I know I already poste this poem, But This is to stephanie D. Thanks, you're an awsome pal!!!

Someone who's cheerful
She's funny and nice,
I would not give her up
Not for any price.
She says such funny things,
Just to make me smile.
I'm glad sh moved across the street
To stay for a while.
she always wears a grin,
She's friendly and she's pretty,
Not stuck up, or rude,
Her heart's not itty-bitty.
Ands so I wrote this poem,
Just for my friend Steph,
She's a awesome person,
And awesome knows no depth.

and now...

... Introducing a new part to the Art of Lone Wolf Blog...

 Here's the first one:
Taken from the Fox Family Cookbook (my Grandmother's family)
 this is a really easy drink to make, called the orange Julius.
6 oz. frozen orange juice
1 cup milk
1 cup water
1/4 cup sugar (or less to taste)
1 tsp vanilla
5-6 ice cubes.
put all ingredients in  a  blender. mix on high for about 30 seconds to a minute.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Martin Luther's "A Mighty Fortress is Our God"

A mighty fortress is our God, a bulwark never failing;
Our helper He, amid the flood of mortal ills prevailing:
For still our ancient foe doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and power are great, and, armed with cruel hate,
On earth is not his equal.
Did we in our own strength confide, our striving would be losing;
Were not the right Man on our side, the Man of God’s own choosing:
Dost ask who that may be? Christ Jesus, it is He;
Lord Sabaoth, His Name, from age to age the same,
And He must win the battle.
And though this world, with devils filled, should threaten to undo us,
We will not fear, for God hath willed His truth to triumph through us:
The Prince of Darkness grim, we tremble not for him;
His rage we can endure, for lo, his doom is sure,
One little word shall fell him.
That word above all earthly powers, no thanks to them, abideth;
The Spirit and the gifts are ours through Him Who with us sideth:
Let goods and kindred go, this mortal life also;
The body they may kill: God’s truth abideth still,
His kingdom is forever.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

an old post

well, I thought today i would post one of the first poems I ever put up here, just to remember the summer, which is almost upon us.

A poem: Remember the Summer

I sit and think
Of days gone by,
In the Summertime.
The bright blue sky,
The Shining sun,
And the butterflies.

I think of all
The dawns I’ve met,
In the summertime.
The grass was wet,
Kissed by the dew,
The rose, for day, was set.

I sit and think
Of those fun days,
In the summertime.
Of all the ways
That took up time
Like the big biking race.

I think of all
 that I have done
In the summertime.
The times I’ve run
With all my friends,
And all had lots of fun.

I sit and think
Of Nights so fair
In the summertime.
I think of where
I sat and felt
The balmy twilight air.

I wish I could
Go back again
To the summertime.
I know that when
A new one comes
It won’t be the same as then.

Monday, May 23, 2011


Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the word

Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day

Sunday, May 22, 2011

How Great Thou Art and A Gift From God

Today was My Pastor's last day. he is retiring and moving. I will never see him again. so this is  in tribute to him and all he has taught us. he really helped me grow in my faith. 
For twelve years he has served us, been a friend to us, and been an example to us. Thank You.
I would like to say that God is really great for giving my Church this wonderful gift of Pastor Jerry. How Gerat Thou Art.

The history of the hymn How Great Thou Art begins with Mr. Carl Gustaf Boberg (1859-1940). He was a Swedish pastor, editor, and member of the Swedish parliament. Mr. Boberg was enjoying a nice walk when a thunderstorm suddenly appeared out of no where. A severe wind began to blow. After the storm was over, Mr. Boberg looked out over the clear bay. He then heard a church bell in the distance. And the words to How Great Thou Art begin to form in his heart -- O Lord, my God, When I in awesome wonder, consider all the worlds Thy hands hath made. . . Can you imagine what Boberg felt as he formed these words? There was such calmness after the fierce storm he could only utter those words of peace.

This poem, titled O Store Gud (O Great God) was published in 1891 in Witness of the Truth, the weekly newspaper that Boberg edited. It was later translated in German. In 1927, it was published in a Russian version of the German text. 

How Great Thou Art
by Carl Gustaf  Boberg

O Lord my God, When I in awesome wonder,
Consider all the worlds Thy Hands have made;
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

When through the woods, and forest glades I wander,
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees.
When I look down, from lofty mountain grandeur
And see the brook, and feel the gentle breeze.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

And when I think, that God, His Son not sparing;
Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in;
That on the Cross, my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away my sin.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

When Christ shall come, with shout of acclamation,
And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart.
Then I shall bow, in humble adoration,
And then proclaim: "My God, how great Thou art!"

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

Saturday, May 21, 2011

a poem by emily dickinson.

NATURE, the gentlest mother,         
Impatient of no child,
The feeblest or the waywardest,—    
Her admonition mild  
In forest and the hill           5
By traveller is heard,  
Restraining rampant squirrel  
Or too impetuous bird.           
How fair her conversation,    
A summer afternoon,—                  10
Her household, her assembly;
And when the sun goes down           
Her voice among the aisles    
Incites the timid prayer          
Of the minutest cricket,                  15
The most unworthy flower.   
When all the children sleep    
She turns as long away          
As will suffice to light her lamps;      
Then, bending from the sky,           20
With infinite affection           
And infiniter care,      
Her golden finger on her lip,  
Wills silence everywhere.

Friday, May 20, 2011

Work is Best

Here's my latest poem:
work is Best
by R.C.Kjos
When someone said they would not work
I laughed right in their face.
I told them if they did not work 
They'd surely get noplace!

That person said they did not care,
They'd live a life of ease.
They said that having fun all day
Would be a simple breeze.

I told them they would have fun now
But they would soon get bored.
And sometim they would have more fun
Than one man could afford.

Now play is fun, well while it lasts
But work is so much more
'Cause no responsibility
Is worse that being bored.

suicide in the Trenches

I do not know why I like this poem, I just do. So here's to Ol' sassoon and his wonderful poetry on war.

Siegfried Loraine Sassoon (8 September 1886 – 1 September 1967) was an English poet, author and soldier. Decorated for bravery on the Western Front, he became one of the leading poets of the First World War. His poetry both described the horrors of the trenches, and satirised the patriotic pretensions of those who, in Sassoon's view, were responsible for a pointless war. He later won acclaim for his prose work, notably his three-volume fictionalised autobiography, collectively known as the "Sherston Trilogy".

 Suicide in the Trenches

I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.

In winter trenches, cowed and glum
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.

You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.