Wherefore GoethThouA Poem by bigfootprintCreative juices bathe the soulDoes it behoove to cry so rude For long life and prosperity? Take a moment to contemplate. We need faith, love, shelter, and food -- No cause for harsh temerity. What good to pile up golden hoard Only to end up frail and bored? I have no wish to dominate This ugly pound of dogged men Nor honor baser lusts within. Creative juices bathe the soul And guide us as we play our role. It calms the mind to meditate. Don't ask creation to be still, Just let your spirit soar at will. We must provide the livelihood For orphans, elderly, infirm; Best efforts we must dedicate; Yet we should rate our own lifeblood Mere fodder for cannon and worm. God loved the world, he sent his son Whose sacrifice salvation won. Let's often kneel to celebrate -- Not push and shove, but love affirm. Let good men thrive, let bad men squirm.
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2 Reviews Added on January 19, 2019 Last Updated on March 26, 2019 Tags: Meditation, Sense of place, humility AuthorbigfootprintBossier City, LAAboutHi I'm Doug Fowler, age 77, proud American. Perpetual student, newspaper copy editor (retired), poet, novelist, painter, Christian minister, USAF veteran, and pool player. I live alone and like it (bu.. more..Writing
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