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Jinge Norvall Poems
My Life Is Like a River
The surface is calm, smooth and glassy, Beauty reflected therein An occasional ripple, or eddy, Betrays the stillness and calm
The Homeless One
He shivers in the morning dew, Blanket and shirt cast aside Like the dawn shrugging off The dark, lonely night.
Sally The Rag Doll
Soft in limb & bland in face, Sally the rag doll knew her place.. Doctor or nurse, teacher for a day - Sally the rag doll knew how to play!
The Listening Hills
A garden majestic in grandeur, Hewn from rock and stone, her pillared plinths Like sentinels amidst The granite domes
The Grace of God
Is there anyone who can hold me Without ever letting go Or one who can uplift me When my life has sunk too low
When you Hit the Wall
When you're in the world And you're all backslid There's a wall you won't get through
Like New rain On old dry dirt and newborn lambs
The Coaxing Call Of Death
Storm clouds roll through mental skies Shutting out light and day.. Lightening rods shoot fiery darts At the heart of deepest night..
Safe From Love
Twist the knife Thrust it deep... what ecstasy the agony, what cruel gain
Put Away Your Sadness
Put away your sadness Save it for the day of grief which comes though we bid it not Sadness has no place
I'll Dance Alone
Discord on the dance floor We're stepping on toes No rhythm of movement Like deadly foes
Worship from the Floor
In God's Holy Presence we could not stand Before Him we all would fall
When Will the People Believe
We've come through storms Windswept and shaken Survived an earthquake Battered and bruised
Pat on the Back from God
I never had a pat on the back From God I never heard Him say 'Well done'!
Comments about Jinge Norvall
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
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(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
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(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
My Life Is Like a River
The surface is calm, smooth and glassy,
Beauty reflected therein
An occasional ripple, or eddy,
Betrays the stillness and calm
Follow the river a while, for the eddies
Enlarge further on;
Twisting & turning, now restless,
They leap over log, fern and stone
The valley is wider, and deeper,
The river is roaring in pain
Currents confused and pulsating,
Thrashing and foaming in vain.
The cliff face is yawning & threatening,
The river is wild in its' rage;
And now, in reckless abandon,
It hurtles as it's done for an ...