Oh, heavenly father where art thou?
You have taken my mansion aloft;
sent it upon that high ol' hill,
with the patterns of ivy, oh so soft!
From bottom to top, Oh the sight!
How have you created such delight?
Have you taken yourself broken down
and scattered the pieces upon the ground?
Have you broken your promise
that was made unto me,
and given me wings to
fly with the free?
Have you Lord, oh have you
given more than asked by me?
Oh, how wondrous, wondrous it is
to be painted by the patterns in the ivy!
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If this doesn't make total sense I'll explain;
'sent it upon that high ol' hill,
with the patterns of ivy, oh so soft!'
^ That's saying that God has taken my life and put it in heaven with him. He is the patterns in the ivy. Which also gives you the meaning at the end of the poem.
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That's what I have to say.
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Okay. Let's try to explain my feelings.
Oh, heavenly father where art thou?
You have taken my mansion aloft;
sent it upon that high ol' hill,
with the patterns of ivy, oh so soft!
[[The first line is cliche; it's always said, but the rest....F-u-c-k.]]
Now. I love old english poems, but not many can pull it off. You did. This is beautiful and the idea is so NOT cliche I could cry. It's f'ing amazing.
Teria, I can't express my love for this poem.
I didn't much like the ending line, it threw me off a little, but I freaking love it anyways.
Amazing.
Breathtaking.
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+Favorite Poems.
+Contest Nomination.