Sonnet 1: Who Could Love Me Greater Than My Jesus?

Who could love me greater than my Jesus?
His love is not tied by Earth or by Sea,
but through his generous grace he sees us.
Bound by sin, I am no longer but free.
Before the creation of Earth or life,
he loved me, he loved me, oh yes indeed!
His measureless love covered all the strife,
although my sins on the cross he did plead.
Man can only love as long as death bids,
but no man can die for love and still live.
The Shepherd will love his sheep and their kids,
but for one lost sheep his life he would give.
I will not worry: his love will run out,
till Everlasting it will stand, no doubt.

"The Sonnet is a Versatile Poem of Fourteen Lines." Literature: An Introduction to Reading and Writing. Ed. Edgar V. Roberts. 9th ed. New York: Pearson, 2009. 900. Print.

Clamberwhirl

I loved the poem "Jabberwocky" by Lewis Carroll, because it really didn't matter what the poem was about. It was fun poem that had a special play on words. I then decided to write my own "Jabberwocky" (if you can call it that).

Up and down that mustic trail the Clamberwhirl when pitter-pat!
It's eye was grue and toes were blue.
Mushy-gushy was his blubber, flubber fat,
that slippered along like glue.

No mortal has seen the Clamberwhirl;
but in the cabes he's there I'm forsure!
His sticky glime and all that churl
can be spotted in the cowhoppers fur!

I set out to find this rugly beast,
to prove the myth wasn't bogus.
I was scafraid; I wasn't going to be his feast,
so I wore amoureeves, clorts, and hogus.

The glump-glump trees and ginormous trees,
were wobbling and vlopping in the sky.
Three days it had been and all I'd found were jabbing bees,
bettle bums, and crawling creasts oh my, oh my!

Starving for some digestable food I search fro and to.
but the only thing I found were snip-snip beans and broaches.
A Squisp, a Scwashup what was I to do,
for up ahead I saw it, and slowly it approaches.

Down the mustic trail the Clamberwhirl was pitter-patting!
It's eyes were grue and toes were blue.
Mushy Gushy was his blubber, flubber fattening,
that slippered towards me like glue!

Poetry

When I hear the word poetry I immediately think of rhythm and pattern. I know poetry doesn't have to rhyme, but poetry that doesn't rhyme isn't really poetry to me it is just writing. I also think of songs. Songs have rhythm and contain a special meaning. Song artist's are able to communicate and connect to their audience by the beat and message the song conveys. My favorite poems are the short, simple ones. Poetry I have read in the past has been very complicated. There can be so many different interpretations. After taking AP Literature in high school, poetry became my least favorite literature to read. I guess I take things to literal, because I had a hard time finding the figurative meaning. I hope through the time we spend on poetry I will gain a better persepctive of poetry.

What's Up With the Prodigal's Brother?

The short story "The Parable of the Prodigal Son" in Luke is a familiar parable about a son who wastes his inheritance and returns home to his father who receives him with open arms. As I read the parable. I wondered why the prodigal son's brother seemed so discontent at his brother's return. The parable is about forgivness and joy but  the characteristics and reason why the elder brother never received the fatted calf in the short story make me to believe he was lost and never found.
Luke says the prodigal son gets his inheritance and "wasted his substance with riotous living". From this quote the prodigal son can be characterized as selfish, careless, and irresponsible. When he realizes his wasteful habits had left him with nothing it says "he came to himself". Personally I believe when the prodigal son came to himself he realized he was a sinner and received Christ in his heart. The prodigals charcteristics change to humbleness. When the son comes home the father rejoices, but his elder brother is angry.
I know I would be angry too if my sister wasted her inheritance and came home to a bunch of gifts, but I would rejoice with my father if she came home saved. I think there is more about the elder brother then what we see. A person who is saved would more and likely rejoice when their brother/sister returned home, especially if he/she was spiritually changed. He/she wouldn't act childish and refuse to congratulate his/her younger brother. All of these are characteristics of the elder brother. Colossians 12: 12-13 says "Put on therefore...bowels of mercies, kindness, humbleness of mind....forebearing one another, and forgiving one another." The elder brother does not show any of these qualities by his actions.
The elder brother was also very jealous of his brother. He shows this when he says to his father, "Lo, these many years do I serve thee, neither transgressed I at any time thy commandment: and yet thou never gavest me a kid." Maybe if he was saved he would have got the fatted calf.
"The Parable of the Prodigal Son" is nonetheless a story about forgiveness and salvation. But the characteristics and reason the elder son never received a  fatted calf point to a lost man.

Luke. "The Parable of the Prodigal Son." Literature: An Introducation to Reading and Writing Ninth Edition (2009): 399-400. Print.