Winks and Smiles 2-16-14

Depressed I was, at all my plight, in God's creation bright.

Confused and then intrigued I was, before I saw the light.

The rainbow winked at mustard seed, the mustard seed at tree.

The tree winked at the lily then, and lily at the bee.

The bee winked at the honey and the honey at the sun -

and then the sunshine winked at me, the sad and lonely one.

Asked I, "What's all this winking- this winking all about?"

And that's when God's creation welled and started then to shout,

"We're free!  We're free, to do all that we can!

And we've no need to shed the tears of lost and sinful man!"

I asked them, how in unison, their spirits could be raised -

and questioned the beginnings of such kind and winking ways...

The bee said that the honey glowed and smiled at everyone.

The lily said the honey bee had smiled when he was done.

The lily smiled at the tree, the tree at mustard seed.

The mustard seed smiled at the warmth that did its gracious deed.

Said rainbow then, "I swear to you, the sun had smiled like this."

And that's when God's own sunshine had, embraced me in its kiss.

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Poetry 2-14-14

I sometimes think, "Why waste the ink on many lines of rhyme?

And is it right to sit and write just wasting precious time?

This exercise is just a guise if few come here to read.

A dream it was and all because I wanted to succeed.

I know I ought, but thoughts are naught.  I'm running out of steam.

I'm having fits of knowing it's a nightmare, not a dream.

So 'what's the use?'  That's my excuse to set aside my pen.

With water cup, I'll hang it up and never write again."

I must admit that I'm unfit to write another day!

Vast thoughts were stored for you dear Lord yet I've no words to say!

But plant the seed...?  I must indeed, then watch as letters flow -

out into phrasing so amazing that all readers know -

these poems shine 'cause they're not mine!  It's God who writes each poem!

He guides my pen, again, again until the soul can know Him!

I used to think, "Why waste the ink on poetry and such?"

But if the goal's to save the soul, it matters very much.

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For He Deserves 2-10-14

I drew attention to myself

and never thought it odd -

until I heard the compliments

that should have been for God.

So I have changed my attitude

and changed my wicked ways -

that I might focus on my God -

for He deserves all praise!

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I'd Gladly Trade 2-9-14

I run around to get things done.  It often makes me sad.

I'd gladly trade these times today for those my grandma¹ had.

The world is changing rapidly and keep up, I cannot.

I have so many gadgets now I don't know all I've got.

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Yes, I would listen to her words and all she had to say.

Enjoyed, we did, our daily chores each moment of the day.

Now after reading verses in my brand new Testament,

she asked if I had finished chores.  I knew just what she meant.

Yes, all the chores- not some of them.  I didn't need a list.

It was a job to milk ol' 'Horns'² and not the easiest.

I'd throw the feed to chickens as they scampered on their legs.

I'd move the mother hens aside and gather their warm eggs.

Ingredients, my grandma took, that she had 'round about.

She mixed them all together in odd ways she figured out.

That rich aroma stole my nose with all her baking done -

and to this day I don't know how she always beat the sun.

She made an extra pumpkin pie just for the neighbor folk.

I listened most intently to my grandma when she spoke.

The days were hot and work was hard while sweat would soak our clothes

but never were there better days than when I think of those.

Before her home³ was torn down I had memorized them all -

each of Ten Commandments that hung squarely on her wall.

The great depression took its toll and she had lost to banks -

but she took time to pray each day to give our Savior thanks.

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The world is changing rapidly. I don't know what to say,

but this I know- I cried and cried the day she passed away.

I run around to get things done.  It often makes me sad

and gladly trade these times today for those my grandma had.

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¹ Grandma Ida 1896 to 1990.

http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~terrybell/mcdermott/descendants.htm

² 'Horns' was really named 'Horney' and was the meanest of all the cows on the small farms my grandparents Homer and Ida owned (but she was still milked nonetheless).

³ Grandma's farm house had stood at North Clayton, WI. 

50 acres
Clayton, WI

43° 23.542', -90° 43.685'

200 acres

15044-15452 Vance Rd

Gays Mills, WI 54631

43° 21.017', -90° 47.780'

Until God Says 2-6-14

Oh, once upon a time there was a disciplined young lad

who didn't have the things that all the other children had.

So they would joke and laugh at him.  They really were quite bad.

Now they would taunt and tease and shove, or trip him in the hall.

The boys would always choose him last when they had played kickball

and what they really thought of him was way below them all.

Oh, how he'd try to please them though.  He'd try and try and try.

Their cruelty had followed him but he did not know why.

So many times he'd find a quiet, private place to cry.

Appreciated, he was not - nor would they, him, acknowledge.

With parents poor, he went to work and gained a little knowledge.

For over forty years he worked.  He never went to college.

And then he lost his whole life's work with cozened lawyers' pens.

And then he lost his business too, his family and his friends.

And then he lost his home and health and couldn't make amends.

Although life was depressing and- nobody seemed to care,

he prayed and prayed and prayed some more escaping this despair.

And then he did some writing- just a poem here and there.

He writes to help the "least of these" and sometimes just for fun.

He'll write and write and write some more until God says he's done.

And that, my friends, is why he writes.  He even wrote this one.

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