Apple Pie Dream

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Published by Eric Metaxas on 08/16/09 under Blog

I’ve written a few poems over the years.   Most can be seen here… This is one of my favorites:

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Apple Pie Dream

I brought an apple pie to bed

And set it down beside my head.

And when I fell asleep that night

The apples in the pie took flight.

They sailed up to the smiling moon

Who ate them with his starry spoon.

He sprinkled them with sugar stars

And gave one to his best friend, Mars.

It’s no use taking pies to bed

Unless the moon has first been fed.

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The Coming Year

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Published by Eric Metaxas on 01/01/09 under Blog

Since my biography of Wilberforce (Amazing Grace) came out many friends have asked whom I would be writing about next. The answer is Dietrich Bonhoeffer. My biography of Bonhoeffer will come out this year, and I couldn’t be more excited about it. I’ll be speaking and writing about him a lot over the next year, but to start the New Year off I am posting a poem he wrote while in the Gestapo prison in Berlin, just a few months before his death. He wrote it for Christmas 1944 as a reflection on the previous year and as a prayer for the year ahead. He sent it to his parents and fiancee with his Christmas letter. The poem has become famous in Germany. It is memorized by schoolchildren and has been set to music as a hymn.  May it speak to you.

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Powers of Good

With every power for good to stay and guide me,
comforted and inspired beyond all fear,
I’ll live these days with you in thought beside me,
and pass, with you, into the coming year.

The old year still torments our hearts, unhastening;
the long days of our sorrow still endure;
Father, grant to the souls thou has been chastening
that thou has promised, the healing and the cure.

Should it be ours to drain the cup of grieving
even to the dregs of pain, at thy command,
we will not falter, thankfully receiving
all that is given by thy loving hand.

But should it be thy will once more to release us
to life’s enjoyment and its good sunshine,
that which we’ve learned from sorrow shall increase us,
and all our life be dedicate as thine.

Today, let candles shed their radiant greeting;
lo, on our darkness are they not thy light
leading us, haply, to our longed-for meeting?
Thou canst illumine even our darkest night.

When now the silence deepens for our hearkening,
grant we may hear the children’s voices raise
from all the unseen world around us darkening
their universal paean, in thy praise.

While all the powers of good aid and attend us,
boldly we’ll face the future, come what may.
At even and at morn God will befriend us,
and oh, most surely on each newborn day!

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