Because I could not wait for Words –
They daily wait on me –
Their Message comes in Figured rimes –
And sometimes Poetry.
They softly speak – They have no price –
And I can yield for free
My stresses and my pressured times
To Their Tranquility –
We bless the Stage where Mortals play
At Business – in the Plan –
We bless the Woods of Tender Trees –
We bless the Meekest Man
Because – He first blessed Us – with tongues –
My thoughts are shivering –
The holy Gospel tunes, the Gifts
My Hands delivering –
We pray within a Home that seeks
A Silence for the Sound –
The Answer – nearly audible –
The Spirit – is Profound
So that – it’s Paradise – but still
Seems humbler than the Dust –
And I’m surprised that Wisdom’s Words
Would lend me lyric Trust –
(18 October 2008, Pleasant Grove, Utah)
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3 comments:
This is excellent! You've really captured ED's tone.
Thank you, Doug. I was worried that the stream of poems might just be a passing phase, but they seem to be coming steadily. Yesterday as I worked in the garden, poems kept coming, so I had to go into the house to write them down!
because i could not stop for death... (that's the first thing that came to mind when i started reading this.)
again, nicely written. :-)
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