In the quiet of the evening, he sat rocking, rocking slowly
And was warmed by the sun's gentle fingers.
He heard the chickens fighting, scratching greedily for grain
And felt the dog shift at his feet where always he had lain.
Soon he clasped his fiddle then began to play a tune
And sing sweet praises and devotion to his Maker.
"You held my hand, dear Father, and you led me to the light,
You showed me how to truly love, you taught me what was right."
Blind though his eyes had been from birth,
In his world, there was real beauty,
For his Brother had given His life for him
And had died that he might live.
In my friend there was a rare and deep peace
Things of this world could never destroy.
And those who passed by would think him losing his mind
For always he smiled and was happy inside.
"See that old man, that senile old fool,
His mind wanders on his past.
Children don't look, don't look at his eyes,
He is deformed and evil, how much longer can he last?"
And on hearing their voices and hearing their scorn,
He bent his old head to pray,
While tears from his sightless, staring eyes
Rolled slowly down his face.
"Oh Lord," he prayed, "please thelp them to see
The light you give me though my eyes do not see.
They won't admit to the sin that devours their lives,
In their 'wisdom' they are even more blind than me".
Thus when the sun was hid behind the purpling hills,
And the owl hooted from the old oak tree,
He looked up to the Lord and cried out for His mercy,
Till the Lord having pity, took him home to be free.
There in the valley nestled at the mountain's feet
I saw the wise old shepherd as he watched over his sheep.
He sat in deep contentment on a pillow of thick grass
While he watched his charges play, as they ran nimble and so fast.
When darkness slid down to the valley, thus blanketing the land
And the moon in shyness hid her face behind the restless clouds,
The fox peered out his rocky home with eyes that burned like coal
And slyly nodded while silently out of his hole he stole.
Quietly he crept to contemplate the guileless sleeping ones,
How he had waited for this moment and the time to make his claim.
In his mind he saw great victory at the plan that he had craft,
As he looked at his old enemy and scornfully he laughed.
But the knowing shepherd to his sheep, spoke on bended knee
"Young ones can't you see that to be safe you must abide with me?
The evil one waits for you; he is cunning, how he schemes...
Though if to me you are obedient, he never will succeed!"
Later when the sun stretched out her hands to wipe away the dark,
I saw the grey fox limp away, he knew that he had lost.
Then I marvelled at the shepherd and his love for all his sheep,
And drank of victory eternal with a taste profoundly sweet.
"I do not feel obliged to believe that the same God who has endowed us with sense, reason, and intellect has intended us to forgo their use."
-Galileo Galilei
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How gentle you are as you sit there strumming softly,
Your mind races as it strives for perfection.
Love of music is painted in bright colors on your face,
You are bathed in music's light, as you appreciate its grace.
How guileless is your voice as you look at me and sing,
It dances-now with gay abandon, now timid as a dove.
How swift yet sure your fingers are, loyal to your tune,
As they seek the right direction, making music true to you.
This gentleness of yours tugged at my heart, clothed me in pain,
For I saw your sensitivity and how it moved me so.
Then I longed to know what brought you home unto the Lord one day,
And I was filled with many questions, with wandering thoughts at play.
Oh when you look at me and sing, how deep and misty are your eyes,
Then I fight to understand what lies behind their shining blue.
The softness of your voice, and the sweetness of your manner,
Are so much a part of you, there is no one without the other.
How close I am to you because our thoughts are so alike,
And I marvel at our feelings, so very similar sometimes.
I dread the day you leave me with the music that you bring,
Though I will still remember you, and for us both I'll sing.
"Autumn is really the best of the seasons; and I'm not sure that old age isn't the best part of life. But of course, like autumn, it doesn't last."
~C.S. Lewis, "Letters of C. S. Lewis [1966] "27 October 1963""
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Death stood beside me
Whispering in my ear.
I am angry at myself for listening to him
And at all those who invite him.
Talk of death with dignity,
Smug philosophy feigning religion.
Praising physical and spiritual extinction,
The void the preferred destination.
Religion that exploits politics,
Politics that exploit religion.
Suicides in patriotism and martyrdom cloak
While this earth, in the blood of innocents, soak.
Such arrogance of them to decide the Hour!
Who are they to destroy what He has caused to flower?
While among us Souls suffer,
And fragile Minds are tormented.
In the Darkness of isolation,
Lives reach the end of meditation.
Live Life and create.
Live Life and give hope!
Pray They who suffer give Life another chance
And by all Our Actions this world enhance.
Fergus Carty
"It is never too late to be what you might have been."
~George Eliot
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L N E S E E Y R
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Yesterday's word was: FEROCIOUS
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Give me stature
Give me strength
Give me width
And give me length
Give me beauty
Give me health
Give me love
And give me wealth
Give me all that I desire
Give me passion
Give me fire
Give me peace
And give me light
That’s all I guess
Thanks God
Goodnight!
Michael White
From "Poems & Images" available from amazon.com PoemsandImages
"Prayer indeed is good, but while calling on the gods a man should himself lend a hand."
~Hippocrates
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