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By the River, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Robinson Theodore-By_the_River (1887)

Theodore Robinson, By the River (1887)

By the River, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

When I am fully grown what will I be?
Am I destined to be strong as this tree?
Of a mind in knowing that I am free?
And to hold strong passionate faith in Thee?

To be free as the river flowing by,
As the many birds that travel the sky.
This very request Thou should not deny,
For through baptism Thy support I rely.

Need to be free to follow in Thy name,
To let my heart be Thy eternal flame.
The young heart that Thou so early did claim,
Make me ready Thy holy words to proclaim.

To make me pure of heart and strong of mind,
So in my heart Thy name will be enshrined.


The Ninth Wave, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Hovhannes_Aivazovsky_-_The_Ninth_Wave_-_Google_Art_ProjectHovhannes Aivazasky, The Ninth Wave (1850)

The Ninth Wave, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

What’s the reason we made it through the night?
We’re but a few of many on the crew,
Surviving grasp of the waves awesome might.
Was it simply fate, our time was not due?

Casting eyes about at each man’s station,
There be many levels from rich to poor.
Wondering if a common faith bastion,
Had a strange feeling but could not be sure.

In distant sky did appear a white light,
Thought it the sun but did not see its eye.
Whatev’r it be lifted hearts at its sight,
Giving a feeling we would not soon die.

It was His cross that provided support,
While His spirit guided us into port.




Rain and Wind, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

z-Knight Daniel Ridgway - Gust of Wind

Daniel Ridgway Knight, Coup de vent (c. 1900)


Rain and Wind, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Love the rain, for it makes the air so sweet.
Its tap on my umbrella is asking,
To come in, that we would formally meet,
And upon my face it would be basking.

But the angry wind, I do not care for,
Shoving, to where it chooses me to go.
I am glad when in sight of the front door,
Buffeted once more if I am too slow.

Inside I hear the patter of the rain,
Each drop searching for a way to sneak in.
Tired, I see it slide down the window pane.
The winds howls telling me that it will win.

I dare not ask that the wind to abstain,
As it pushes the clouds that carry rain.

Come with Me, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz


Asher Brown Durand, Scene from “Thanatopsis” (1850)


Come with Me, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Come with me, we shall extol His goodness.
Look at the world He has placed before us,
A plenty before us in this vastness.
Let’s sing our song of thanks so boisterous.

We shall take to our knees to give Him praise,
First be of His gift of our many days,
Then in how He provides in many ways,
And how He has stripped us from our malaise.

This land given with His heavenly grace,
Never be thought to be a just reward,
For we are just His tenants in this place,
As it is heaven we’re working toward.

Let eternal faith in Him be our guide,
Until the day we cross the great divide.

Above the Clouds at Sunrise, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz


Frederic Edwin Church, Above the Clouds at Sunrise (1849)


Above the Clouds at Sunrise, Robert Sieczkiewicz

Yesterday I climbed a mountain so high,
To see the valley below at sunrise.
Had no name so now it is Mount Sinai.
Woke today to be greeted by surprise.

Was in Heaven for I’m above the clouds.
The glow, was it the sun or was it He?
Again looking down I see all the shrouds.
Yelled so loud, hoping someone answers me.

A touch of hallowed calmness did I feel.
Felt my face, it appeared to be real.
Looked at my hands, steady, nerves were of steel.
Wrapped in confidence was now full of zeal.

Now I know, my human life has ended,
And now with Him I am, Oh how splendid.