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- Two days ago, right after school,
- I came right home, and filled the pool.
- We found a leak, and scrapped that plan.
- Then moved upstairs. Two hours had spanned.
- Two hours more, and things were close.
- Out of the tub and to our posts.
- Just after six and out he came
- A little boy, Regan’s his name.
- I saw an army marching slowly o’er the hill
- With guns and cannons blaring enough to make one ill.
- Then they kept on coming, the valley they did fill.
- When I saw the soldiers, they were stranger still.
- Nine hundred six were el’phants with stars across their backs.
- Their ev’ry step that thundered made ev’ry boulder crack.
- Nine hundred six were eagles lined within a stack
- With blood-red painted bellies and iv’ry in their packs.
- Yet who could they be fighting on that tiny, tiny plain?
- I turned my gaze over away from all the rain.
- And right smack in the middle on an isle that seems to wane
- Was a roaring purple lion that breathed a roaring flame.
- Well, fifty-four were tortured by the fire’s flaming heat,
- And forty others suffered behind their comrade’s feet.
- The rest had been quite frightened and before they could e’en speak,
- Their commander blew the trumpet, and then he yelled, “Retreat!”
- Many years went by, and the valley thought it well,
- And ’twasn’t long ’til beavers had a population swell.
- They knew something’s awry, but couldn’t just quite tell
- When they saw the army r’turning bigger than when they fell.
- There were no guns nor cannons. They made far too much noise.
- Rather gold was now their weapon and the promise of great toys.
- The beavers gladly ’ccepted and thanked them for the joys,
- And the beavers’ big-chinned leader led them to their death.
- All alone, yet there he was, knelt beside another.
- Speaking soft, touching slight, trying not to be a bother.
- Reaching out, screams of pain, in a way he felt so distant.
- Carry on, hold on more, it’s but another instant
- Hours drag on, the dusk is gone, and dawn begins to rise
- The stars now sleep, the birds now peep, and pinks now fill the sky.
- The sun wakes up, the earth warms up, the snow begins to melt
- It isn’t long b’fore the waited song amongst the two is felt.
- Years gone by. Sorrow, loss, and longing often lived
- Within the hearts, beside the souls, without a want or give.
- But now the time is quickly here and all these flee away
- Replaced with joy and peace and love, all which plan to stay.
- And then it’s gone, the pain, the work, and all the world seems still
- With all else now just leaving home, the two embrace their thrill.
- And now when two were once made three, and three were then made two.
- There stood again the two now three, and three with life anew.
- He clasped the coal, still glowing red, from off his wooden floor
- And placed it back within the flame. A knock was at his door.
- T’was dark outside and very late, and the snow fell thick and hard.
- He knew not of a single soul who would trek across his yard.
- He cautiously stood from his knees and crept across the room.
- Unsure who waited there outside beneath the crescent moon.
- His hand reached out, then paused a bit, then grabbed the metal latch.
- Pulling down, familiar creaks, and then the lock did catch.
- Before his face stood weary thin, a man so dark and frail.
- His bony hands, chapped and raw, gripped the iron rail.
- His clothes were thin, ripped and worn. No hat was on his head.
- T’was in his hand, upside down, a dark and dirty red.
- His eyes looked back, dark and wide, and shadowed from the light.
- His hair was long and full of knots and pathetic to the sight.
- His bearded chin began to quake, and parched lips began to part.
- His words were short and almost dead, but shot straight to the heart.
- He brought him in and sat him down upon a wooden chest.
- The man obliged, moving slow, grateful for the rest.
- The stranger’s boots were taken off to dry beside the fire.
- His feet were bare, no socks in sight, and sore and wet and tired.
- A blanket fell, thick and dry, upon his crooked back.
- A ceramic tub soaked his feet, misshapen and quite cracked.
- Within a moment, a platter sat upon his feeble lap.
- With bread and cheese, an apple too, and water from the tap.
- When he was done, he was led across the narrow hall.
- To a spacious room, with a double bed, and a mirror on the wall.
- The mattress firm, the blankets heavy, laid well upon himself.
- And as he closed his heavy eyes, he glanced toward a shelf.
- When the host awoke that morn and rose from off the floor
- He saw the boots were now long gone and his guest was too no more.
- The bed was made, the covers tight, and a book lay there on top.
- He lifted it, glanced the page and then his eyes did stop.
- He saw the words from long ago describe what he had done.
- He saw a man in need of care and brought him in his home.
- And now the words he read just then caused guilt and pain, regret.
- For he had paused and questioned why to help this stranger yet.
- I threw away my fish one day,
- And walked behind a man.
- His steps were clear and deep and sure
- Upon the burning sand.
- He walked right by, spoke scant a word,
- But drew me still somehow.
- I followed close behind the man
- As wonder would allow.
- It wasn’t long before I saw
- The depth and breadth inside
- This man who took his steady hand
- And touched another’s eyes.
- Then turned a bit and cupped an ear
- And turned and felt a tongue.
- Then turned once more with outstretched hand
- And lifted up someone.
- My eyes were wide, my jaw was dropped
- As I could not believe
- The things I saw with my own eyes
- That this man could achieve.
- And further on he walked again,
- Speaking as he went.
- And one by one, the people came
- With sleeping roll and tent.
- It was me who was with he
- The night I nearly drowned.
- It was I to whom he cried
- To make his children found.
- I was there when angels came
- And covered him in light.
- I was there in that girl’s house
- When her dawn stopped her night.
- I felt his hand upon my head,
- His hair around my feet.
- I felt the angels pry the locks.
- I was almost complete.
- I was there when he had prayed
- And closed my eyes to sleep.
- I was there behind the woods
- While they walked that street.
- Even then I did not know
- All that he had told.
- Some things strange and not quite clear,
- My mind could not enfold.
- Yet then I heard the rooster crow,
- And then again twice more.
- It was then I realised that
- There was so much more.
- And though my will was quick to go
- My flesh stayed still behind.
- I took some time and found my fish
- And thought some things behind.
- My life had changed these last few years
- I was not quite the same.
- And there he was, the man I loved,
- Calling me by name.
- Days went by, and soon I came
- Upon the temple gates,
- And looked upon a beggar there
- And saw his lonely state.
- “Look on us,” I called to him
- And so he cast his eyes.
- “We have no coins, but this we have:
- In Jesus’ name, arise.”
- And as I took him by the arm
- And lifted him to stand.
- I felt the spirit pierce my heart
- And power leave my hand.
- He stood steadfast, with solid feet,
- And then I felt anew.
- For now my faith was full, a stone,
- And now it all I knew.
- There was a man of youth and such who wore the dress of teens,
- Of T-shirts, runners, baseball caps, and endless pairs of jeans.
- His skin was smooth; his hands were fresh, just dirty from some play.
- Energetic, so he was, and full of zest each day.
- His hair was wild, and quite untamed; his face was still a babe’s;
- His eyes – they sparkled with sprite and vim, and a smile upon his face.
- His chin was bare, yet held out firm, his shoulders held up high
- His feet with strength and longevity, his arms reached for the sky.
- One Hallowe’en, he travelled far, separated from his home.
- Few days went by, his parents gone, and now he was alone.
- There he stood, his hair slicked back, and a tie around his neck.
- His runners now were polished shoes, and his suit without a speck.
- His shirt and pants were pressed and creased, not a wrinkle anywhere.
- His socks were bought just yesterday. His books were free from tear.
- He was the same – his clothing changed. New adventures laid ahead.
- His energy seemed that much more. His nervousness was dead.
- The day before Remembrance Day, a couple years gone by,
- Found this man returning home, in an aeroplane did he fly.
- His hands now rough and dark with tan, his knuckles scarred and raw,
- His hair was bleached from the blaring sun; And bristles were on his jaw.
- His face was sharp and weathered well, his eyes were closed in sleep
- His shoulders drooped with weariness, his mouth did not peep.
- His shoes were dull and scuffed with age, the soles were worn right through.
- His pants were thin in the knees, and held a stitch or two.
- His books laid down next to his side were worn and taped and marked
- His vim was gone, but was replaced with strength found in his heart.
- The tokens of this man were strange to outsiders looking in,
- It seemed to them he was unkempt and far from being thin.
- But there were some who, wise enough, ’pon looking on this man
- Would often see similarities of One from a different land.
- Hands all scarred and worn with work, tired and sapped of strength
- Reminded them of wounded palms and arms stretched at length.
- Hands that blessed; hands that worked; and hands that knocked on doors;
- Hands that shook; hands that clasped along with prayers he bore.
- Tired feet and worn out shoes bore resemblance just the same
- To sandalled feet on beaten paths of whom he bore His name.
- Feet that walked; feet that stood in courage as he spake;
- Feet that gave to knees that bowed as his voice did quake.
- Tears that fell from his eyes and trickled down his cheek,
- Reminded them of drops of blood shed by Him not weak.
- Foolish men see what they’re not and hope they don’t become.
- Wise men see what they’re not, but hope they do become.
- Honey sweet, cotton soft,
- Snowy fair, mountain top,
- Ocean blue, angel song,
- Evening still, sunset long.
- Springtime red, summer green,
- Autumn cool, winter clean,
- Sunshine warm, coastal breeze,
- Maple shade, swaying trees.
- Blackened brown, hazel eyes,
- Snowy skin, quite the prize,
- Warming heart, thinking of,
- Never hurt, ever love.
- My mind was clear as I think back to a still morn in May.
- A darkened morn it was to me, to others, a hol’day.
- The day was new and touched by dew. Not a sound upon the ear.
- A mother’s voice, a trembling hand awoke me to my fears;
- Fears I had the day before, and e’en throughout the week,
- And now they woke me from my sleep and wouldn’t let me speak.
- Just thrice the bell had struck that morn, my worstest fears come true.
- The love of two fin’lly made three, but now the three was two.
- In land of stars the blackness rules and light is slave to dark.
- A land where stars are forced to stay where night has e’er them parked.
- The stars are small, their skies are broad, the space above us vast,
- Yet we on earth are small as sand and brittle as the glass.
- Our hopes and dreams are big to us, and joy inside us felt
- When we wish upon them much and look to them for help.
- But dreams get broke and hopes do shatter and wishes don’t come true.
- They’re all br’ttle, ’cuz they’re all small when they’re looked in view.
- There was a time within my life whence I was but alone;
- Whence all the love giv’n to me was ne’er in my heart sown.
- My heart was open but ever empty, for love ne’er knew me then,
- And might I try to op’n it more I’d never find a mend.
- For much a time I trav’ll’d through life with a heavy heart inside;
- A heart weighed down, not b’ excess love, but loneliness within abide.
- For years I tried to compensate with the things I had around me,
- My eyes, my ears, my nose, my tongue thought that they had found thee.
- The things they found were substitute, and tried to trick my heart:
- My eyes would view the seas of grain and give my love a start —
- They’d see the ocean up above, blue as m’ spirit inside,
- And then at night the sea was black and pocketed w’ specs of light;
- My ears would hear the beautiful song of spring birds in a tree,
- And the whisper of the brooks and wind would once again be thee;
- My nose would smell the sugar rose and the fragr’nce o’ fallen rain,
- And these two things w’ innocence were ye t’ me again;
- The taste of sweetness upon m’ tongue were joys that would exclaim,
- That you were here, though you were not, and for a time would keep me sane.
- And all these things would fill my heart, tho’ ne’er would stay that long,
- For they were not love, but took the place when I did not hear the song
- Of a voice from Heav’n that would fill my ears, my mind, my soul, my heart
- And change the love I felt back then for one that was my part
- Years went by and still no sign of the love I want’d for me —
- She had to be the perfect one for my eyes to even see.
- The beauty of her hair surpass the golden waves of grain,
- The darkness richer than the eve and darker than its reign;
- The voice of her must angelic be and fill my mind with peace,
- Be honey smooth and sunny soothe and soft as fragrant fleece;
- Her scent of flow’rs and fallen rain must fill my heart each day;
- And the taste of precious lips must too engulf me when they may.
- That was the love I wanted for; the love my heart would need;
- The love my eyes kept searching for; the love my ears would heed;
- The love my mind kept yearning for; the love my spirit missed;
- The love my soul was aching for; ’twas what made me amiss.
- Time did not bend and was not friend and kept her from my sight,
- But then I knew that once’d come soon and then I’d be full o’ light.
- The time soon came after years’d gone by, and my mind had ne’er thought
- Nor dreamed the sight of beauty such would have been my lot.
- But the richness of her hair was more than midnight in the woods,
- And the eyes of her were deep with green yet mingled w’ brown o’ wood.
- The voice I heard was sweet like heav’n, and her song was more than birds
- And the beauty of her entire soul was brighter than the earth.
- It was not long b’fore I fell in love and my heart was full once more
- With a joy that stretched throughout my soul and warmed my spirit’s core.
- She soothes my soul when it is troubled or filled with worldly cares,
- And she calms my mind of busy days and all my stress she bears.
- And now I know that it’s her love that will keep me warm forever,
- And the time I’ve wait’d for her love will escape my mind in never.