For Jan, My Gentle Pastor, Legacy of Hudson, my Grand Nephew, my unknown friend.

Because of listening, he brought me

Realizations that I’d found my God

My Jesus, my Holy Spirit, some 30 years

Ago plus a few months. This at Christmas

Tide, December 10, 2017, realizations

In Grace divine, Oh my Jesus keeper

Of lambs, you found me as seven

Year-old-boy at Baptist altar call,

At baptism through the different John

This man unfit, he says, to lose your shoes,

Oh, Jesus, this is me, I humbly ask

Please resurrect this seven-year-old boy

And you have done so, as I was of my choice

Given over to your Glory; oh, Jan my pastor

You prayed with me, U of Iowa gave you a gift of beautiful

Waterfalls, this water gave me passage at seven

To thy glory, for I was at the age of comprehension

You, oh Reverand Kleever you brought me

Under Jesus love, which as for this young,

Young Creature found Jesus, yet I strayed

I was that lost Lamb until I put down that first drink

July 22, 1987–thus, began my journey

To Thy throne of God, giving testimony at those

Who would put down the drink, my essence, my God

Yet I was stained, I stole money from my family,

Pocketed with cameras, now with my one own

A charge card must pay back every nickel, this

My amends to family and myself, this last

Purchase of photo editing program, which

I am finally ready for, oh God to forgive me, once

Again books, and this electronic reader device

To read the books, Miss Anderson, for in kindergarten

I was with high IQ as my father, his IQ was high

With applied mathematics, me with music

Of the word, oh Jan Gross,  you opened sacred

Books in this my color reader, last Kindle Fire

Of glory, the Bible of my ancestors brought

To life, as Reinhold Neighbor preached

High sermons, the allegory of Dante, the

King James eternal poetry Elizabethan,

Finally John Milton, and St. Agustin in his

His fullness, and connections with the world at $60,

This last reader, as with my simple $60

Black and white, stolen at this Active Generations

Surprised at just a few intellectual books, me, and frozen

For any future user, this by Amazon commands, I am

Free, found one of equal value, much, much more

Tablets of the Lord, full glory in free books,

Bibles, amplification, on December 10, 2017,

This responsibility once again in inventory, built

On God’s own responsibility to pay in full value

In final camera, final reader, final editing tools

For this, my other Art form to Glory of my God

Pictures of His Natural World so these I vow to Jan

Will be my final purchases to repay with this first

Payment of $165, then on to $170, I will glorify

God, give over to knowledge full like Adam

By the sweat of my brow, and this my songs like King David

But see, I’m true to my wife, to my dearest, I have given

Fine tablet at higher prices, she has benefited from color

For her eyes are not sharp, and neither are my two

Orbs of the bluest like her’s we stand as equals yet

Today, me with my God in Glory Land, I have

Finally come home, ner to rest until death we do part

Unlike David or Adam, Adam’s son to murder, David

To commit adultery and murder, I am a thief to recompense

Now to make full amends, full Glory in song and sight,

My readers my sacrifice, my baggage, my weight

To honor God, and legs repaired with titanium,

I will never see again fullness with my own eyes,

Never walk fully in age, I give to God, I make my butterflies,

My water, earth, and air, we will repay in beauty as with

Dollars, my allowance, printing poems, and legacy,

For my daughter, she will continue without my fear,

She finally may, yes, will find partnership, as did mother,

Father our gift to her, but my millstone also tumors, my

Genetic makeup, no grandchild will she have for us, she

Will remain barren because we must look to grandnephew

To be our hope in high IQ, and our hope for my father,

The gift to nephew, brother, this amends, this money

From great granddad, his purse opened for the child, his

Money a gift from me as well, as I am a go-between for my

Father, to glorify, this child will find gratitude, as completeness

In education, our all, our gif to God, perhaps Milton, perhaps

Leibnitz calculus, or in words, unlike blind Milton

Never to exploit daughters, never to trample on great grandpa’s

Name, he will find Jesus, he will complete the deeds of my father

Grandpa’s sons, and his grandsons, and money will be no problem

This I predict, in Legacy, not to waste, Grandpa’s gift, he will

Find occupation to glorify his God, and he will know Jesus,

Hudson Douglas Taylor, to carry on our family name

Creating beauty as his possibility, his gifts to use, like

His grandfather in sound, his great uncle in the word, his

Father in hard work, but to complete as his mother

Schooling, effort to Glorify God, Holy Spirit, to find Christ

To find honesty, his mother will teach him, as did, Chuck

And Doug’s mother, Dorothy gift of God, Leonard finally

His rightful name a Taylor, swift the fullest hand’s, eyes,

Mind in Education because of his mother, he will succeed.

 

 

Published by elgwyn

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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