Clean up a street, a field, a lake;
Mankind can do this “work of art.”
Oh, please make no tragic mistake,
Only Christ can clean up man’s heart.
– eab, 11/10/09
Posts Tagged ‘a field’
Only Christ
Posted in Bit 'O Verse, converted to Christ, Jesus Christ, poem, uncategorized, worship, tagged a field, a lake, a street on November 10, 2014| Leave a Comment »
Topography
Posted in Creator or Creation, nature, uncategorized, tagged a field, above Townsend, along a back road, black ‘68 VW, brittle towers, Brown yes reddish brown, gashes a plow put in its side, hay, implement of man, in summers past, leave those flowers, nature's not weak, Row after row of little hills, she always grows, Tennessee, the farmer, the strongest things, thrown in for frills, valleys and daises, witnesses of nature on May 6, 2009| Leave a Comment »
I passed a field the other day,
That in summers past
Had always been in hay.
And there I saw it laid open wide,
With some gashes that
A plow put in its side.
Brown, yes, reddish brown,
Was the ground,
That the implement of man
Had turned down.
Row after row of little hills,
With valleys and daises,
Thrown in for frills.
Now – the farmer hadn’t planned
To leave those flowers.
As witnesses of nature, brittle towers,
But nature’s not as weak
As may suppose.
And the strongest things
She has she always grows. –eab, 5/69
“Dictated” to Martha as I drove our black ‘68 VW along a back road above Townsend, Tennessee.
Separate-Holy 