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 »
– eab, 7/80
Written while pastoring Christ Church-Bible Methodist, Friendsville, TN.
Posted in nature, poem, science, time, tagged Beauty - then border - and then black, Brilliant to dull, Christ Church - Bible Methodist, day dusk dark, East Tennessee, leave without a remark, pastels now null, pastoring, the negative, thousands of years on January 22, 2009| Leave a Comment »
For thousands of years it had been thus;
Day – then dusk – and the dark.
Light to night.
It seemed absurd,
That the negative would be the last to be heard,
And positive leave without a remark.
As it had done, now it came again,
Beauty – then border – and then black.
Light to night,
Brilliant to dull;
Beautiful landscapes and pastels now null,
By the absence of sunlight, Oh, the lack. – eab, 12/14/79
Written in East Tennessee, while pastoring Christ Church-Bible Methodist
Posted in Jesus Christ, poem, uncategorized, tagged 1982, ancient day, Christ Church - Bible Methodist, cursed, dried up, frame, Friendsville, fruitless old olive, infamous, oaken grain, preached, shavings, smell, smell of cedar, TN, tree, wooden cross, wooden manger, wooden sailboat, Zacchaeus on November 22, 2008| Leave a Comment »
He was laid in a wooden manger.
Played with shavings from the plane;
Knew the smell of cedar – sawn,
Could distinguish the oaken grain.
He preached from a wooden sailboat.
Called down Zacchaeus from a tree;
He cursed the fruitless old olive,
And, it dried up thoroughly.
He carried a wooden cross.
Than another shouldered the frame.
And since that infamous, ancient day,
Wood, crosses, haven’t been the same. –eab, 10/82
Written while I pastored Christ Church – Bible Methodist, Friendsville, TN
