Poet's Corner
in the midst of neglect . . .
A "NEHEMIAH
THANKSGIVING"
You gave them
bread from heaven for their hunger, And brought them water out of the rock
for their thirst, . . .
But they and our fathers acted
proudly, Hardened their necks, And did not heed Your commandments.
Nehemiah 9:15-16
Outside of our personal thanksgiving,
In the garden where once we were living
Lies a latent path—where the “free ways” were the best,
Before falling from our cogent Nest
By partaking of . . . the forbidden.
But now that COVID has scattered our lives & our welfare
With some of our sages all stretched in a tether;
While searching and probing, for paths that are "better;"
Politicos now promise us "peace & ultimate safety"(??)
In a land that has all but forgotten
What was once simply sent down .
. . from Heaven.
For they tell us that no more rules need be followed
In that new garden where the ground is so fallow
That we need only chase our own tails back to the beginning,
(Psalm 100:3)
for new life—and not to former thanksgivings!
No longer are we the “Pilgrim’s Pride,”
Nor adoring Mt Rushmore’s rocky side;
No—we've no Bibles in our schools for young maidens
Nor virtuous songs for young gents, or even the craven
(--within the COVID-19 haven) . . .
For we no longer look to, or believe in, Heaven;
Or nature’s God, or any such Paradise:
—Our society’s new hope for our little children’s eyes,
Little ears, and their swollen runny noses;
Are the fires that burn down City Hall’s roses,
And the statues, and anything else that unthankfully
Poses
--As a road block to Utopian doses
Of socialism.
But I?
I am thankful that the Father of Heaven
Has given us
A Savior whom the angel named “Jesus”
To be the Path Way back to finding our living
Once more, in the Garden of Eden,
Forever.
. . .But You
are God, Ready to pardon,
Gracious
and merciful, Slow to anger,
Abundant in
kindness,
And did not
forsake them.
. --
Nehemiah 9:17
ftc
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