Crusty Men Writing.

I'll take anything.
I don't want to work on school
but rather listen:

Crusty men writing
of ponds and trees and men who
ebb and eddy with

The sands of time, the
noise and clangor of Progress,
but no deep silent hush.

Be still and know God.
Be still and know I am God.
I am waiting, Child!

Words, tears, the music
of walking with God in the
fullness of His Love

Combined with papers,
reading, queer thinking, TIME
piles in on me and

I am overwhelmed.
I am changed from the
Selfish introvert

That I once was. Now
I better understand Time
And know that I am

Truly a Child. And,
From the word-hoards in my mind:
Love, Joy, Hope, Grace, Strength.

I don't know but reading this I felt I was given the full circle from childhood to old age and back again with exhilarating effect

there's experience in this poem. it's very hard to be still.

Andy, I didn't know you wrote poetry. This is outstanding.

Quote:

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Crusty men writing
of ponds and trees and men who
ebb and eddy with

The sands of time, the
noise and clangor of Progress,
but no deep silent hush.

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Outstanding!! Though I squirm a little with "the sands of time" (cliche you know) but it fits so well. That crusty men writng image is so good. (Actually come to think of it, that's the image on top of my blog. :lol: You didn't have me in mind, did you? :D)

http://scienceblogs.com/startswithab...all/writer.jpg

It works for crusty women too! Very good.

The "Crusty old men" meaning the poets and writer whose works the speaker studies in school? Hmmm. Maybe this piece has the same theme as the Wordsworth poem that begins, "Up, up and
quit thy books."

"Crusty men writing of ponds and treesand men who ebb and eddy with"-that's my favorite line. What a lovely reflection. It reminds me of the verse in the Bible, Ecclesiastes 3, "To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die..."

The thought that went into this poem is probably the best of all lessons. Thanks for sharing this.