How can i trust poems

The Birds Begin Despite the black, the birds begin To call the light unto the day, Persistent songs remind the Sun To send the stars upon their way. There's hope in this What is Love What is Love Trust - unconditionally in that someone special.

Faith - and devotion through divine destiny. Contentment - in knowing love is equally reciprocated. Soul connection - that Ransom "Ransom" Held to ransom words inject your mind pierce your skin drawn backwards you transcend, you look within a bloodied mind the numbness melts inconsequential ignobles and dreary misfortune a polar ice cap Wasted wishes rest in dried-up depths, we perish in its hollows It is choosing to do what is right, In a world that's Have you started drinking from the bottle again?

He took his life in his friendly hand, When venturing forth your lives to save. To bring you again to your native land, He hurried himself to a watery grave. On earth's broad bosom no verdant turf Was marked for him in his final rest. The deep green sea and her curling surf Have pillowed his head and wrapped his breast! The waves o'er which he would lightly skim, When many a peril for you was run, Are sounding a requiem over him, And wailing the sorrowful deed they've done.

With the heart of a brother, an eagle's eye, And a pilot's hand, when the heavens are dark, And blast and billow are strong and high, Who will now come to your wildered bark? O, there is One, who the deep can smooth, And hush the winds, who will still be nigh! Trust him while crossing life's stormy sea. In every peril he'll lend you aid.

Your pilot through Jordan's waves he'll be. Follow him closely and be not afraid! Whichever way the wind doth blow, Some heart is glad to have it so; Then blow it east, or blow it west, The wind that blows, that wind is best. My little craft sails not alone,— A thousand fleets, from every zone, Are out upon a thousand seas, And what for me were favoring breeze Might dash another with the shock Of doom upon some hidden rock.

I leave it to a higher Will To stay or speed me, trusting still That all is well, and sure that He Who launched my bark will sail with me Through storm and calm, and will not fail, Whatever breezes may prevail, To land me, every peril past, Within His Haven at the last.

Then blow it east, or blow it west, The wind that blows, that wind is best. Then do not say die. Fight on with the hilt! Your actions will determine Your life better than a sermon. The actions of your daily life When pressures build up, do you take it in strife? When someone else tells you a secret Do you always keep it?

When you say you will do it, Do you do it now or wait a bit? Prev Poem Next Poem. Receive a new poem in your inbox weekly! Subscribe to Poem of the Week. Poem of the Week. Liked this? You might also like …. Has this poem touched you? Share your story!