The Tyger

The Tyger

a poem by William Blake

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
in the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? and what dread feet



What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dead grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaved with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

Israel

Israel - a poem by A.T.




Ask me where my heart is
And I’ll tell you it’s in a faraway land
In the holy land of Israel
Where the mountains peak
The valleys dip
The eagles soar
And cattles rear
The grass green and luscious
The plantations fertile
The men strong
The women beautiful
The culture a rare blend

A priceless treasure

Where in the world is the Promised Land
A land flowing with milk and honey
In the holy land of Israel
Where my heart is

There’s no denying
That my heart’s lost to the Holy land
Each day away from her makes me pine even more
For her beauty, her grace, her peace
When will I set foot on her soil again

Streets Of Jerusalem

Jerusalem - a poem by William Blake





And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen?

And did the Countenance Divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among these dark satanic mills?




Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire!

I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land.

Creation

Galilee Town

Life is built by choices, not by a series of chance occurrences. - Robb Thompson

Likewise, God in His sovereignty and omnipotence, made a choice to, and created the earth. It is by no slightest chance of occurence was the earth created. Just look at the beauty of creation... how could chance have made these?


Serenity of Lake Galilee

Jerusalem Archaelogical Park

The Dome in the foreground

Mount Olives in the background

Syrian Border

Winning Edge

hang on tight

even by its edge
for there is no way down -

only up
when pressed down

from every side
pinned fast

against the ground
the only way to look is -

up
down in the pit

on a snowy day
faced with a lion
you have no way out
but to fight and overcome

a leader by choice

a victor thru' battle

Masada, Israel