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Fearfully, wonderfully made is true,

For the lad a-fork a burro’s back,

Who slept last night on a coffee sack,

In some poor, distant, Andes, ranch shack

It’s true for the bluest blood of you,

Aboard a yacht, who passively dine

On caviar, lobster, and old wine,

Always thinking of “me” “my” and “mine.”

Social animals of highest crust,

And dregs of men, smeared with labor’s dust,

Are all alike, all made in fearful ways,

Which ought (everyday) us to amaze.

– eab, 4/9/08

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Fox grass bending under gentle, windy strokes,

Snow bank patches left on eastern side of slopes,

Early grass growing on the valley wall beyond,

Horizontal streaks set ablaze by the sun,

Unleafed apple trees file up the hill abreast.

A honey bee in strip’d array is out searching for the rest

A variegated heaven is peeking past the tail’s of mares,

As silhouetted birds claimed the world as theirs. 

– eab, Apr. ’71

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Christ rode a borrowed donkey into the town that day.

The upper room was borrowed, for the meal.

Christ was laid in a borrowed tomb, but He did not to stay.

He triumphed over death and Roman seal. 

– eab,  4/7/07

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April showers bring May flowers,

For June brides, with July dream towers.

 

April showers can be seen,

Mother nature’s time to clean.

 

The April shower, like cauliflower, may

Come fresh – or frozen – as it did yesterday.    

– eab,      Apr. ’66

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SPRING GREEN

 

The world is turning green,

Spring has come of age.

It can readily be seen,

The world is turning green.

With every Jack and Jean

In “cupid’s” strong cage.

The world is turning green,

Spring has come of age.

– eab,      Apr. ’66

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Moses comes with an Hebrew birth,

Has meekness as not known on earth.

Exodus is, of course, the main event,

Which Pharaoh could not prevent.

Commandments are also in Its girth.

– eab, 4/3/

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Though moderns would not think it best

Ahasuerus and the rest

Since Vashti was unseen

Chose to choose a new queen.

Esther hand’ly won the contest.

(Est 1.19)     – eab,  4/1/05

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It is no wonder that I love God;

Mere creature am I, of lowly sod.

The wonder is, Oh, that He loves me,

This Being who  f-i-l-l-s  eternity!

– eab,  3/31/07

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ON THIS DATE

USA bought Alaska from Russia 3/30/1867, being one of the greatest real estate deals – both in space & best price per square mile – of all time.  It was purchased for 7.2 million or about $0.02 (2 cents) per acre.

A move was afoot for this USA – Russian sale before the uncivil war.  Following it, Eduard Stekl, Russian’s envoy to Washington, negotiated the talks. Of the $7.2 million one source says $165,000 (a lot of money in that day) was used to bribe some U.S. senators & newspapermen.  It is said to have passed senate by one vote & was called “Seward’s Follie” “Seward’s Icebox” – a term you may have to explain to some.

The Russians had discovered the Alaska mainland in an expedition led by Vitus Bering (a Dane) in 1741.  The first Russian settlement was established 8/14/1784 & the first Russian Orthodox Church in the west was started 1795 (in Kodiak). It wasn’t until 2/22/1825, that Russia & Britain established the Alaska/Canada boundary. A quote heard in 1985 & one that has few exceptions is, “Every man that visits Alaska either returns or always wants to.”  The following was written while in AK some years ago:

Pointed  Trees

To humanly count the pointed trees,

Guarding just one cool, Alaskan stream,

Could take a life-time, if you please,

(And t’would be a nightmare – not a dream).

 

Trees are there whom no man has yet seen,

All awkwardly pointing to the sky,

An odd blend of black, gray, and green,

Silent, except for the wind’s sad cry.

 

From seedling to youth, to great old age,

They stand rooted in the northern sod,

Of wonders they’re just on more page,

Mute life, glorifying their high God.

– eab,  9/16/06

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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 bottom 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 annual, perfection of refinement.    

– eab, 3/29/80

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