Selection from my psycho poems


In this blog I post some of my old personal poems. It contains both psychic and religious elements. I've always had faith and trust. But does life always go all the way? Read it and judge it for yourself...

All in all, I think this selection fits perfectly into the challenge 'What are you afraid of? ' of @Ingrid Tips and more 💡

Take my heart

This is one of my very first poems.This prayer must be written around 1983,home in the attic room.

Take my heart, Lord, let it be

entirely devoted to you.

Make, O Lord, an end soon

to the long time of sin.


Take my worries too, Lord.

Solve them in Thy honor.

Let my heart be full of joy,

without the slightest pain.

gedicht

Take my strength and power,

I thought of and'ren, too.

Let me, Lord, with good decency

for arm' and sick do a lot.


Take my hands, let them do it.

to what you want them to do.

Let them work in your service.

With you, Lord, I am the most friends.


Take my whole life, Lord.

Let me be like Thee, O Lord.

Without sins, totally clean

I'd like to be too.


Take, Lord, now and here.

Every man and every animal.

Let it always be peace

in Your great crown domain.

Thank you

This is one of the first two poems,which I wrote at the end of June 1987.I was then after the accidentjust got home from the hospital.

Thank you for every new morning.

Thank you for every new day.

Thank you that I have been salvaged by you

still allowed to live.

gedicht

Thank you for all those beautiful trees.

Thank you for every beautiful plant.

Thank you for coming to me,

Saving with Thy hand.


Thank you, that I can still move

everything that can move normally.

Thank you, Lord, for that rich blessing.

Thank you for your plan.


Thank you, that my mind is still good.

Thank you for writing this.

Thank you, Lord, for so much urgency

in my healing. Thank you!

Thank you, my God, for all the wounds,

that you still do on earth.

Thank you for letting me hurt myself.

Thank is what has to be done!

Learn to live with

This poem I wrote around the 1st check in the hospital, December 1987. I've been told about this term regularly.

Whatever happens,

Whoever it will happen,

'learning to live with' is the motto

for everyone, from Zeeuw to Frisian.


But what does that cry really mean?

It seems so common, that half-sentence.

Do you think about it, though?

then it's not so, by far.


'Learning to Live' is part of it;

Yet sometimes it's a heavy tide.

Then you need to look for some support;

you're looking for someone to lean on.”


The basis for it turns out again and again

to be the suffering of the Lord,

for Christ came to us in nature;

So our lives are kept.

Thank you, my God, for all the wounds,

that you still do on earth.

Thank you for letting me hurt myself.

Thank is what has to be done!

Learn to live with

This poem I wrote around the 1st check in the hospital, December 1987. I've been told about this term regularly.