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Antique bed.[1]

Beside a bed he gladly said,

His prayers years ago,

Or knelt

In prayer very near there

At a chest three feet long or so.[2]

 

A dark room.[3]

In a room his soul to groom,

He went alone in student years.

Dim den,

That praying place to seek God’s face,

With voice and silent tears.

 

A new floor.[4]

A concrete floor and nothing more

He paced and prayed and praised.

Moonlight,

Satellites, revealed answers sealed;

His prayers with arms upraised.

 

Southern woods.[5]

Piney woods testified the goods

His inmost man possessed.

In path,

Calmly praying, trees heard him saying,

“Thank You” for meeting needs confessed.

 

Old school ground.[6]

Abandoned ground his heart next found;

And paths that lay beyond.

Night, Day,

In mattered not, quiet he sought,

Memories of triumphs were fond.

 

Solitude.[7]

White solitude, cool latitude,

It really doesn’t matter…at all.

Answers,

Pleas, a song (off far from the throng)

To problems gigantic and tall.

– eab, 7/77


[1] Bed at home near Rushville, Ohio as a child.

[2] This would be the cedar chest Dad built when he was 17.

[3] The dingy old Men’s Prayer Room at God’s Bible School.

[4] The (then) new tabernacle (now CEC) at Hobe Sound.

[5] The piney woods behind our house on James Street.

[6] The land west of the old Public School in Paris, Ohio.

[7] The back lot (and park near the house) in Akron.

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