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There once was a big guy in Gath,

Who was filled with Philistine wrath,

The Jews had a son of their own,

An expert in slingshot and stone,

Goliath soon died on the path.   – eab, 3/3/05, 1Sa 17.49 

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Many a man with a callused “paw,”

Has chiseled away at stone.      

Workmen have made lighter gods of wood,

Inlaid here and there with bone.

Some have a hank’ring for gold,

Gold dug from beneath the sod.         

Clothing so fine (or bright pearls to entwine),

Also serve time as god.

Gold as a god? Or mere Pearls?

Or thin lumber so easily grown?

“Surely you jest;  making god? 

“You — you didn’t make your own?”  -eab, 12/97

 

 

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We’ve missed something, who missed the age,

When horse, or horse and carriage, were the rage.

Be he black or white or shades of beige

(This main convenience oe’r stone and sage)

He/she had a beating heart in their ribcage

(not merely wheels, gears, and occasional gauge)

True, driven or not they needed their oaty “wage”

And you arrived in town at a slower stage

But Wesley (and others) astride, read many a page.

Ah,  We’ve missed something, who missed that age. -eab, 3/18/08

 

Written in Westfield, IN

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