Category Archives: Poetry

Proud We Stand And Proud We Fall!

This life it billows on

Past all the cares and fears

E’en forth ’til all’s forgotten

The woe, the grief, the tears.

Ah! Vain life of pleasure!

Drunk with dainties and wares:

Letting go of what is dear,

Embraced a conscience seared

Darkened minds and darkened hearts

Proud we stand and proud we fall!

Art thou past all feeling?

Canst thou know what’s in thee?

Bitter cold, thou art keeping

‘Til iced thy heart will be.

Hardened now and brutish,

Silly now and sottish

Knowing not thy left from right

Or the blindness in thy sight.

Darkened minds and darkened hearts

Proud we stand and proud we fall!

What bids these men to speak

Of fortitude in man,

Of natural grace giv’n to see

Though born iniquity?

How boastful we’ve become

As if all were like to God!

Like Caesars before in Rome

Mocking death until they rot.

Darkened minds, darkened hearts

Proud we stand and proud we fall!

‘Tis Conscience stabbing through

Pleading to turn thy ways.

Rememb’ring the call of sin

Thou dost not repent or sway.

Ah mem’ries curs’d  treasure!

What keeps thee in the mind?

Beating hard upon this shore

Bidding peace, “Farewell, goodbye”?

Exalted now we are, but thrown to hell shall be.

The lot of those who stand in pride; the damned eternally.


No Boundr’ies to Express

What is love?

The question of questions

Upon which all religion turns

The divine and the created

Somehow come together

The evil and the wicked

The good and virtuous.


“All have love”

Answers to the riddle

Her beauty in the hearts of all

Philosophers declare, “‘Tis true!”

This love in all its forms

Is still the same and true

No bound’ries to express

The holy and profane


Are you love?

Though found indeed of men

In feelings ill-expressed by fools

In voices of prophets crying

In both harlots and saints

In truth and in lying

And somehow love remains?


What of love?

In the acts of martyrs

Full now of glory in God’s Sun

In the massacres of tyrants

Somehow coming together

No bound’ries to express

A love of formless lies


This is love?

The brightness of the Age?

From carnal sensuality

The blackness of the darkest kind

To the love of people

To the love of the divine?

No bound’ries to express


But not love

Love is lost by feeling

Her grandeur raped by nonsense

The bastard child that most embrace

Is nothing but a fraud

‘Tis nothing but a game

That all are sure to lose.

What are you though that these are Spoken?

Rolling past all pleas for you to stay

You regard no voice

You give none a choice

Robbing beauty, youthful bliss and mirth

From manhood to birth

You’re here like a curse

Nature gives you leave to o’er take me.


Ah, friend, kin and all whom I have met

Even them you take

You keep me awake

Hither you come and thither you go

Yet upon my mind

This one thing I find

That since God bids you, how can I fret?


You’re here testing ways and loyalty

You test my patience

Yet keep your distance

But your redemption’s what I do seek

It’s God’s commission

Not a suggestion

God has made you a reality


There is a day when all this will be o’er

In Eternity

No one will you be

My duty to learn to love you

Making you my friend

God has determined

For that in you vict’ry will be here.


You’re not here to waste this life of mine

It’s through you I build

And through you I’m killed

But friend of God you are and so to me

Forward you will go

Forward there is hope

The increasing of God’s Kingdom shines


What are you though that these are spoken?

Death and destruction?

Health and construction?

Nay, you are the first of all God’s Works

Before the heavens

And days of Seven


– Jesse Murch

Does wisdom crown the hoary hair? By Jesse Murch

Why givest thou this vision blurred,

That clarity should not be present?

Does wisdom come with years of life?

Does age assuage the lusts and strife?


Does knowledge come with sweet respite,

Or keep the mind on lofty heights?

Does lust bind up the youth fore’er

And still the pride beyond our years?


Does glory follow every head?

Does wisdom crown the hoary hair?

‘Tis true if found in righteousness;

‘Tis true of those in godliness.


Show me the men who love God still,

Whose hairs are white adorned with time,

Whose mouth is stayed from ill-replies

Whose age bespeaks their true and wise.


Render now the honor due them.

Keep their words and heed their counsel.

That youths may yet learn wisdom’s voice,

To turn aside a prideful choice.


Mock not now the words of ancients,

Grave in life and pure in virtue.

May their lives shame thee to flee from

The way that wickedness becomes.


But what of those who speak averse?

Or those who sit upon their lees?

Their age is but a cloak for shame,

Proclaiming that their life is vain.


And living still the youthful life,

Consumed with lusts never restrained.

Pretending that age guarantees

A life from youthful folly free.