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Christian Poetry


Sunday, August 8, 2010

From My Hospital Window


  • I can see a blue patch of sky
    And the tops of green trees
    The gray roof of a house
    With a nest under the eaves.

    I can see a green vine
    Trailing the window screen,
    A worm crawling upon it
    Which turns from brown to green.

    Across, in the distance,
    I see a chimney red,
    Today, ‘twas an airplane,
    I saw from my bed.

    At night, there are the stars
    O’er head, shining bright,
    And a young golden moon
    To give us light.

    These are the sights that I see,
    But the sounds give me fright,
    ‘Tis of life, coming and going,
    All through the long night.

    M.E.V. 1929