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I call on you

Birt af Poem 21 For You hinn mars 17, 2022

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Einmanna sál

Einmanna sál verkjuð og þjáð Dauðanum hún varð að bráð Hungur og sorg slökti hennar innra bál Einelti og ofbeldi drápu hennar sál … Líf hennar tárum var stráð Í orðum það erfitt er að tjá Marin og blá í skólanum þú hana sást Haltrandi um sárþjáð … Sársaukin í augum hennar skein Eins og glitrandi stjarna með ljósin deyfð orð hennar hljóð eins og lítið kvein hún var búin að skipuleggja fund við dauða sinn … Vinalaus og ein hún bar sinn þunga stein Krakkarnir gerðu að henni grín og fannst hún vera óhrein Dæmd hún var vegna forfeðra synda sem hún bar Eymdin var of mikil, hún þetta ey lengur gat … Í jarðaför hennar enginn kom Á kistunni sáust ekki blóm Í skírnargjöf fékk hún um æðar sínar dæmt blóð Hún fæddist inn í heim hjá hjartlausri þjóð … Höfundur Rósa Björk Kristjánsdóttir Poem21foryou.blogspot.com

A prayer to the King

A prayer to the King .. God, why is it so hard to call your name out loud I pray to you in my heart but when I say your name to the crowd The power of my prayers doesn't feel the same I feel like a fraud I can see your name written in the cloud But still, I have doubt .. Why do I doubt you, when your hands have touched my soul? In my ear, I have heard you whisper my name I have felt the power of prayer when believers pray Why do I doubt your existence when I have met you? Why do I bow to the Queen, But don't believe in a prayer to the King Why do I doubt you when I am on my knees? Maybe I just don't believe in me .. Höf: Rósa Björk Kristjánsdóttir

Hey, Jesus, are you there? Do you know my name?

This poem is about a dream I dreamt the year 1993 Hey, Jesus, are you there? Do you know my name? I once meet your father in a dream I liked to talk to him about what I had seen I need to clear the air and talk about my dream For me, it was a miracle what I had seen I know your father has my memory locked up there. I need his key to open up my mind. I need to ask him if it was just a dream. Did your father show me the light for my own guide? I need to know what my dream means Was it real or just a dream I remember everything from that night I was twenty-one and loved to sleep. At that time, I did not feel so good. I was dreaming of crazy beautiful things. I could travel in my dreams. In my dreams, I traveled with my mind I flew over the world in my dreams many times But that night, I saw the light I was Up on a mountain with a view In front of me was a city with many lights. On the mountain was a white ring drawn in the sand A big white cross so high it was almost all the way up ...

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