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PUDDLE

When you see a puddle that’s ruddy,    

Don’t contemptuously call it “muddy,”

Unless its near-by-buddy

Is clear.

It may be the “ruddy season,”

Or have another reason,

Why to your eye it’s not pleasin’

My dear.      [1]

                – eab, 2/8/06          


[1] Written after seeing a puddle, walking on acreage behind church in Kingston, Ontario, Canada.

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Stanza 1

What appears to man to be,

A defeat on rugged tree.

Was the triumph of all time and space.

He died that’s to be sure,

But arose to ever endure,

Thus saving the whole human race.  – eab, 2/27/05

 

Written while pastoring the Pilgrim Holiness Church of Kingston, Ontario, Canada.

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Young “Joe” had a dream – make that two,

They seemed to come “out of the blue.”

Though often “let down,”

He eventually found,

His leadership dreams all came true. – eab, 3/3/05 Gen 37.9 

Written in Kingston, Ontario, Canada 

 

 

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Ever see a poem “- Selected”?

Did its author feel neglected?

Good publishers all, of course,

Always show the correct source,

Responsibility reflecting.

 

But if some printer has refused,

Really, why make him feel abused

Yield to his unkind “Edit.”

Allow failure for “credit.”

(Notice above the First Letters used.) J – eab, 11/29/05

Penned in Kingston (eastern) Ontario, Canada.  

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Now and then I see where prankster,

 Has turned a corner post.

And “Main” becomes “Franklin,”  

And “Franklin,” “Main” – almost.

 

Locals know that “Main” is “Main,”

Not turning where miss-signed,

And the turned-street labels,

Make them to humor inclined.

 

But to the traveler on his journey

From his home to city far,

Doesn’t know the sign is wrong

And his day can fully mar,

 

By the miss-labeled street,

He may turn and travel long,

Only to sadly learn

His miles and hours were wrong.

 

If the devil can spin the signs,

Call that “Narrow” which is “Broad,”

And call the “Broadway,” “Narrow,”

Leading folks away from God,

 

Then satan may see them die,

Die despairing of Calvary’s cost,

Because they turned the wrong corner,

And were forever lost.

 

Preacher, do not be a prankster,

Turning the sign on the corner post,

“Winning” people by your humor,

Not preaching with the Holy Ghost.

 

And Traveler, oft check the map,

It the narrow and broad has told. 

Remember, the adage is still true,

“All that glitters is not gold.”   –eab, 2/9/06

 

Written in Kingston, Ontario, Canada.

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The tares and wheat together grow,

At harvest time angels will know,

They’ll separate good from the bad,

The tares to be burned, Oh, how sad!

Are you wheat?  Do you for Christ glow?  -eab, 2/2/07

Penned in eastern Ontario, Canada, while pastoring the Kingston Pilgrim Holiness Church.

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What is the past – a memory,

Encased in picture and word?

What is the future – a hope,

A wish it can afford?

The present is all we have,

This moment is all we live.

Use it wisely then, to praise,

Use it to love, and to give.  –eab, 1/19/06

 

Written while pastoring in the western edge of Kingston, Ontario, a nice Canadian city.   

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