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My Dear Goliath 7/6/2018

Somewhere out there waiting

my Goliath stands,

a titan among men,

blinded by his strength

cursed by his own size

 

so high on his mountain

he can not see the truth

of the world around him

the glare from blooded loot

 

so fat from his treasures

he can not hear the screams

of those his might has crushed

stolen or demeaned

 

and though I may die

or even god forbid,

 

grow giant just like them.

 

right now I am breathing

right now I am being

happily collecting rocks

 

no it isn’t steel

nor mighty bars alike

just pebbles, hopes, and dreams

on the slings of all my might

 

for the blind can not see

the fat will not hear

the titanic never feel

 

and by the gods,

some curse or gift,

I do rightly feel

 

and oh, those dear Goliaths

will know my worldly weight,

for all my rocks and visions

will move you from that space.

Death · Guest Author

The Soldier: by Penny Preston

The bullets whizzed by as the war raged on.

My training was put to the test.

I saw my friends fall. My mind became numb.

Then a sudden pain filled my chest.

 

My world turned gray and all sounds grew faint.

Life’s end would leave so much undone.

As I slipped into darkness the last thought I had

was I wish I could just hold my son.

 

I was jarred awake as man carried me.

We reached the top of a hill.

He set me down gently and squeezed my hand.

Then all of the sudden grew still.

 

My sob burst free when I saw he’d been hit.

The injustice filled me with grief.

This man who’d saved me had just been killed,

and I stared in pained disbelief.

 

Now several months later it’s Easter. I’m home.

I realize the gift of God’s son.

He knew he would die to save all of our lives

and a new life for me has begun.

 

I freely accept this precious gift

by no earning or deed is it gained.

But by the way that I live, may he realize my love

and know he did not die in vain.

Guest Author · Nature

The View: by Penny Preston

As I looked out through my window I knew fall was in the air.

The neighbor’s tree in color is a view beyond compare.

My window frames it perfectly, a frame through which I see

a picture-perfect pleasure standing tall majestically.

But then I noticed with a frown, this view that sends delight,

because it branches start so high, is above their line of sight.

This dazzling work of nature is a thing they can’t behold.

In fact, to them it’s just plain work, I bet, if truth were told.

I surmise I even do the same. I only notice stress,

and simply take for granted what’s perceived by most as blessed.

We often fail to notice what other people see,

because we’re busy raking leaves and stressed-out constantly.

I think I’ll get my neighbor, though it may seem strange to do,

and ask her over to my yard to get a better view.

Guest Author

His Presence: by Penny Preston

I ran into a person

while shopping at the store

I thought she looked familiar,

like someone I’d known before.

 

Others whom I thought I knew

showed up in my day

They all appeared familiar,

but from where I could not say.

 

I watched with slight confusion

at a kindness they displayed,

or a reminiscent caring

in a gesture they portrayed.

 

How were we acquainted?

Where had we met before?

It drove me to distraction,

and as I paced the floor…

 

The Lord said, “Do no ponder.

Let your troubled thoughts be free.

There’s a reason they’re familiar,

for it’s me in them you see.”