This Is My Praise To The Lord

dscn1327Most people walk thine lines

Between what they want,

What they have, charging

On a card until its maxed

There is no Praise in things,

What one has and what wants

Bread or fear of not having enough,

What’s enough of radios, TVs, toasters,

Books, furniture, brown cedar chests,

Old coins hidden in tin cans,

Porcelain basins with no use,

Two sets of Oneida silverware,

Ten stainless steal rings, three gold,

Old rag dolls, Barbies from 1959,

Years ago, essence of Library books,

Pictures, old mattresses worn

From imprint of bodies ten years

Before warranty expires,  my mother’s

Serving utensils for which we have

Uses, three old desks, eight book cases,

Couch, one new recliner, two old recliners

Hundreds of computer paraphernalia,

Three Windows computers, two Chromebooks

That’s the just of it, or yet more,

Then we turn 67 and 63, we need new

Appliances–stove and refrigerator,

The end, not in sight, most paid

Some not–split to remodeled home.

What’s to bring with us to heaven,

Will our Lord be impressed when

I am a drop of sunlight, a bubble

In the ocean, a radiation beam, infinitesimal

Small as a cloud, division of a cloak,

The last vestiges of His clothes, bring

Us Home, leave us not behind, naked

Shivering in Universes of Galaxies.

Charles Taylor C2018


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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