A cedar against a pink-lavender sky,
In the space between the neighboring oaks,
The silhouetted bird flies by,
The crickets sing an evening song,
A lowly cow lows, the day is closed,
While along the horizon
The pink fades and goes.
Sights and sounds the heart and mind
Senses but lets them slip.
A day is closing as others closed,
Slowly slithering beyond our grip,
The [...]
Posts Tagged ‘Friendsville’
DUSKING DARK
Posted in nature, poem, uncategorized, tagged Blount County, Friendsville, Tennessee, TN on October 7, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
FALL
Posted in fall, poem, uncategorized, tagged fall, Friendsville, pastoring Christ Church - Bible Methodist, TN on October 1, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Fall, that most brilliant of seasons,
With an aroma all its own,
Has for various reasons
On my affections grown.
It’s partly all the color;
Red? No, reddish brown?
Orange? It’s one or the other,
That leaf that just fell down.
And it’s partly the falling leaf;
A twirl, a spin, a sliding drop;
A sky dive, Oh, so brief
With the slightest clatter of a [...]
IN A NUTSHELL
Posted in fall, nature, poem, science, time, uncategorized, tagged "No sweat", "Tupperware", Autumn's tone, Christ Church – Bible Methodist, Christ College and Christ Academy, Cincinnati, enduring oak, flourish unseen, forest floor mat, found it, fresh nut, Friendsville, full-fruited, future, future miniature enduring oak, given time it will be, in a nutshell., it wasn't uncouth, maturity it was striving for, miniature, on a visit, pastel acorns, Rome, Rome wasn't built in a fall, sealed, sealed Tupperware-tight, September, September still found it, serrated leaf, stick by its place, TN, wasn't built in, Written while working, Youth to maturity, Youth to maturity – in a nutshell, youthful and green on September 1, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Upon a tree with serrated leaf, I found,
A fresh nut growing, smooth and round.
It had grown all summer, at its best,
But September still found it far from rest.
Its shape was right, its form – “No sweat.”
But maturity it was striving for, and
Hadn’t reached there yet.
Its size told that, a little small,
Give it time, “Rome wasn’t [...]
LIFE ABOVE SIN
Posted in holy living, poem, uncategorized, tagged Blount Co, East Tennessee, fear and doubt, Friendsville, live above sin, moving forever out, pastoring, quicksand traps, salvation plan on July 22, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Thank You Lord,
For Thy salvation plan,
The glorious privilege,
You have given man
To live above sin.
The privilege of moving
Forever out,
Of the quicksand traps
Of fear and doubt,
That man was born in.
– eab, 7/76
Written while pastoring in East Tennessee, Blount Co, Friendsville
SEA SIDE BREAKFAST
Posted in poem, sea OR shore, uncategorized, tagged be ye filled, boisterous "boiling", Christ Church - Bible Methodist, come and dine, Friendsville, in sin, laborious net, night of toiling, open-faced sea, pastoring, the fish, TN, weary men, your Master on July 17, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Come, leave your night of toiling
On the boisterous “boiling,”
Of an open-faced sea.
Come, leave the laborious net,
And the fish you DID get,
By simply obeying Me.
Come and dine; be ye filled,
‘Tis your Master who has willed,
A meal for weary men.
Come now, and be refreshed,
Far more than you had guessed
Possible while in sin.
– eab, 7/80
Written while pastoring [...]
Talent
Posted in poem, uncategorized, tagged a right to run, both given by God, Define talent, dimensions, Friendsville, God gives to each man one, pastoring Christ Church - Bible Methodist, Sorting's a job to do, Swiss-like cheese, talent, talents seem to counter, TN on June 26, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Define this thing called talent.
Describe its dimensions please.
Does it come in large and small sizes?
Like holes in Swiss-like cheese.
God gives to each man one.
But what if He gave him two?
Or three or half a dozen -
Sorting’s a job to do.
What if the talents seem to counter?
If they both cannot be done,
Yet both were given by [...]
Why Spring?
Posted in nature, philosophy, spring, tagged annual perfection of refinement, Blount Co, chill, cold crisp fortnights, Friendsville, grand Lord, he needed spring, humdrum, iced-over bridges, life in confinement, Lord's, man needed to sing, short day sights, sleet's solid rain, snow flakes again, stark star lights, Tennessee, the bottoms of the hill, the white and the blue, western on March 29, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
The grand Lord knew, after the white and the blue,
Of the cold, crisp fortnights of chill,
After stark star lights and short day sights,
And iced-over bridges at the bottoms of the hill,
After sleet’s solid rain and the snow flakes again,
And the humdrum of life in confinement;
That man needed to sing – he needed spring -
The Lord’s [...]
Final Victory
Posted in poem, prayer, worship, tagged all ages, Blount County, Christ will descend, defeat the devil, defeat the enemy, Father's Redeeming Son, Friendsville, kings and their pages, Tennessee, the battle will end, the blood-washed, The simple and the sages, We can't do it on February 6, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Lord, You’ll have to defeat the devil.
We don’t have the strength.
We can’t do it alone, we can’t do it at length.
Lord, You’ll have to defeat the enemy,
Time and time again,
But there’s coming a day,
O glorious day,
When the battle will end.
There’s a the battle will end,
For the blood-washed of all ages,
The simple and [...]
A Shell of a House
Posted in philosophy, poem, the home, tagged Tennessee, Friendsville, imagination, a deserted track, Pursuing, days long passed, ivory-brimmed, pail, boys who slid, stair rail, read by the fire, pumping answers, reading sire, smile was near heaven, bread was fluffy with leaven, gone is the bride, Light heartily laughing, sorrow and pain, blissful hours, lawful gain, twinkle and mirth, mortals who've passed from this earth, candle lights, the study, nevermore, wood decayed, the wall is rent, windows are gone, the roof is bent, shell of a house, lies cold in the sun, usefulness over, its story all run, only the mind, scenes of the past, memories, alone, will last, old RR track, old quarry on February 1, 2009 | 1 Comment »
While on a walk down a deserted track,
Pursuing so far and about to turn back,
My eyes beheld in the midst of a field,
A scene, that to my mind did yield,
Visions of days long passed, of yore,
Imagination supplied the details of “before.” [1]
Gone are the boys who slid the stair rail,
The man who returned with [...]
Victory Worth the Cross
Posted in fall, holy living, nature, poem, tagged a shoot, beginning, Christ College, dawn, Friendsville, inside its little heart, kernel, new life, root from it ranged, simply rot, sod, symmetry, the Cross, TN, tree, untimely end, victory, walnut on January 16, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
A lone walnut chanced to drop upon the sod alone,
Where it seemed to lie and simply rot, quietly, forlorn.
Its form was changed, its symmetry gone.
Its kernel worthless to eat,
What an untimely end thus to met.
Deep inside its little heart new life was beginning.
Oh, for a fresh start (another game – not a new inning).
A root [...]
