Golden Days H How can one hope to ever present, A All that’s happened, event to event? P Pretty high school girl, Winton Woods “date.” P Pretty Tennessee bride, life’s soul mate. Y Young marriage? Yes. God, His wisdom sent. F Finances were often super tight I In spite of work and homemaker’s might. F Finished (always wed) B. [...]
Posts Tagged ‘Friendsville’
Golden Days
Posted in holy living, Limerick, nature, philosophy, poem, sea OR shore, the home, today in history, uncategorized, tagged Always ‘member, Always ‘member I’ve loved you always, always wed, Andrew, B. A. degree, beyond the blue, Bible became more, Blessings on our own fiftieth days, campsites filled every day, date, Edgar and Martha, eighty-five, Finished, Friendsville, God’s timing fit, Golden Days, happy “young” two, Heather, Helping prepare workers for the field, I’ve loved you always, increase Master’s yield, Laura, life’s great “hit, life’s soul mate, Lincoln, Nested in Bryan’s nest, New roads, Nice to each other, our fiftieth days, Pretty high school girl, Pretty Tennessee bride, pulled out for AK, sea’s sight, Teaching Hobe’s literature, tent, Winton Woods, Yield all, you’ll live, Young marriage on June 30, 2011 | 1 Comment »
DUSKING DARK
Posted in nature, poem, uncategorized, tagged Blount County, Friendsville, Tennessee, TN on October 7, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
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 [...]
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 [...]
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, [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
A Shell of a House
Posted in philosophy, poem, the home, tagged a deserted track, alone, blissful hours, boys who slid, bread was fluffy with leaven, candle lights, days long passed, Friendsville, gone is the bride, imagination, its story all run, ivory-brimmed, lawful gain, lies cold in the sun, Light heartily laughing, memories, mortals who've passed from this earth, nevermore, old quarry, old RR track, only the mind, pail, pumping answers, Pursuing, read by the fire, reading sire, scenes of the past, shell of a house, smile was near heaven, sorrow and pain, stair rail, Tennessee, the roof is bent, the study, the wall is rent, twinkle and mirth, usefulness over, will last, windows are gone, wood decayed 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 [...]
