Today my Leg, from Knee to Foot

Oh Lord I pray again, let her recognize your great Gift, your body broken in another, your bones the flesh, your blood, the Blood of all, so Lord I pray for her. Make straight the crooked path to food, whimsy of flesh, or Your Flesh. Let her recognize my need of her, that one more time I pray for her. Her ice cream cake, a revelation of her needs, her laughter coming true. And, I live for Thee oh Lord, just as I am and just for Thee, I come. Today she takes me to an old friend, unto Thee we sit and think back to days I left no mark but hate on the land, on Thy Land, and you opened my eyes, here and to say You are my God, King of all days, All for Thy sake I come forth, All together worthy, how much did it cost, in my life, to see myself upon that cross, to bow down, Thine be done, here I am to worship, and I am unworthy oh Lord, all together unworthy become worthy through Your Blood. Blessed assurance Jesus, Jesus is mine born of His Spirit, praising Him all the day long, lost in His Love, this is my story, this is my song, praising my Savior all the day long, This is my story, praising my Savior, for what He did for me His complete gift, His Body broken for me, His Blood spilled forth for ALL, this world to know; This for Charles, this for Thy complete acceptance!

Published by elgwynone

I was a University and community college instructor before retiring. I also worked in fast food restaurants, and retail stores. I am an ordinary man writing for because I want to write and because my education prepared me to write; BA English lit, MA English, EdS higher education, and MFA creative writing, free verse poetry and essays. Blogs are an answer to high-priced self-publishing. Walt Whitman had to self-publish his first 1000 copies of the 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass because in 1855 poetry did not sell. Most poets make a living in other ways than writing. Wallace Stevens was an insurance executive, and TS Eliot was a banker. Many writers teach, and always there have been writers who have written because they needed to express their thoughts and feelings. They wrote not necessarily to make money but to express "the old universal truths of the human heart" according to Faulkner. Here I reach a wider audience I missed than by self-publishing, and I stand a better chance to reach a wider audience for less expense than self-publishing. I self-published my first books, Winter from Spring, and Meditations on Gratitude; poetry and photo books which were easier to self-publish than to seek a not to seek a publisher company. This blog allows me to write for an interested audience because I write poetry and personal essays. I write for a friendly audience and present to you a slice of my writing. Perhaps you will enjoy what you read.

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