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Ken Gillespie Poem
As we cross the Jordan River,
As we follow Him, our guide,
Jesus ready stands to lead us,
As we by His Will abide.
Lead on, lead on as we follow
Singing songs before Your throne.
This our land You have given us
So that we may glorify
Him Who made the earth
And oceans, seas and deserts
We arrive here to build for Him
An alter, and we worship til eventide,
And beyond, our song it marches.
Glory! Glory to God on High.
Evermore we sing the story:
Christ for us was crucified.
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Lay it out dissected star,
Thy beauty marred seen from afar,
That science has what's done to thee,
Destroyed that flight, orb's fantasy.
Where the mountains of the moon rise surging
Up from shallow seas aspiring,
And the circle of unending light
Has left us in the dark affright.
(Twil come back another night)
Another day unfolding sight.
Discover what you can you might!
But the distance curved and bright
You will never travel.
(from DREAM-LAND with apologies to Mr. Poe)
Copyright © Ken Gillespie | Year Posted 2013
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Not that we might not
Have ever known if
Our leaders had not
Noted their official
Capacity for not telling
And said nothing anyway,
Then in the jargon of non-
Truth tellers, liars bestsaid,
Notwithstanding, and had they
Said something worth hearing,
Then no one would have understood
What it was they did not say.
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The fall birds sing a sweet refrain,
The melodies from my youth
Surge forth to bind me to the land.
The darkened trail by the pasture vale
Comes into view as the leaves pass through
On their mystery tour to incase the dew.
The small fish pond in the foggy air
Is silent and still, no waves to dispel
The smell embraced in honeysuckle lace
Rises entwined with memories fair.
The pine trees grow tall and slender
And let their needles caress
The ground dusty and dry.
The sun slowly rises with few surprises.
I'll plow my acres today
And thank The God Who gave them to me.
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Let's go down by Moonside Creek,
(The crickets are achirping)
Past the bayou long and deep,
And there we'll pine our hearts away
And dream of yesterday.
Come trod the canepole trail once more,
Dusty twilight evening veil,
The Bream are jumping o'er the stars
And splashing make no sound.
Sparkling cinders from the fireside sail
Up and up to twinkle briefly
Against the fading blue afar
As darkness claims my stay.
Whispers of the evening come
And leaves do rustle, mosquitoes hum,
And lofty dreams arise to meet
The moon, doth glow by Moonside Creek.
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No one can take the place of Jesus,
No one reaching to our hearts but Him.
No one can seek us like His Holy Spirit,
Sealing us into His adopted Realm.
Jesus is the only One who loves us
With a love that no one can compare.
No one can inhabit our hearts like Jesus,
Sealing us by His blood declared.
Who can find a friend like Jesus
As we do all that He commands.
The Creator of the very Cosmos
Walks with us and holds our hand.
No one can take the place of Jesus,
No one reaching into our hearts but Him.
No one has sought us like His Holy Spirit,
Sealing us into His Righteous Realm.
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Alas, we must mow again, again
The shallow grass, the poppy fields,
The tulip glade o'er yonder glen
Until in solemn rest we mend.
Not for this time of rest we seek,
Our swords, not plowshares, and our shields,
Our burdens heavy carried 'til we meet
And on this field our foe defeat.
In long rows the harvest comes,
The youthsprigs' archaic drills!
The scathe we raise in unison
A fire so bright outshines the sun!
Cut down! Cut down!
And then were none.
(Ode to Longfellow's AFTERMATH)
Copyright © Ken Gillespie | Year Posted 2013
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