Once I had a Love: Poem

I once knew a love – as fresh as a morning’s breeze

Such love – seemed not to wither – but float on billowing clouds of Spring

Sweet waves and passions – deep Summer – where cheeses and wines deceive

Alas – along comes winter – so profoundly – Love freezes most deep

Brave days, yes days most frigid – bereft of Summer’s – enthralling – sweet glee

Where once – to know Love’s sweet passions – most fresh – ever brisk – doth flee

Then along comes winds post-winter – Love freshens – frost recedes – ne’er to be

Spring advances again unbidden – to stir – hoe depths – bend knee

Oh eyes, sweet eyes of Summer – yearning – uninvited –  doth bleat

As sure as the snows of winter – returns to yonder great seas

So again I knew love and passion – as fresh as a morning’s sweet breeze

Such love – seemed not to wither – but float on billowing clouds of Spring

Sweet waves and passions – deep Summer – where cheeses and wines deceive

Alas – along comes winter… Will love e’er return for me?

                                                            By Steven R. Harrel

                                                            May 24^th 2021

Eternal Hope? :This Side of the Whirlwind

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Eternal Hope

Decades passed entrenched in great, deep abiding hope

Time Is A Wasted: Poem

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Time Is A Wasted

Oh folly of man, oh arrogance of my kindred, whilst thou would not humblest thyself in the knowledge of thy God and recognize His greatness amidst the bottomless quality of thy immeasurable comparative insignificance, others accomplish His will whilst thy bosom remains empty.

Written by Steven R. Harrel   11/29/2010

This Side of the Whirlwind: Flowers’ Heir

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Flowers’ Heir

Remember, our needs are met in Christ Jesus even as the Flowers of the field.

It’s just that sometimes we don’t feel or understand where God is going with our lives.

For your edification and enjoyment…

Flowers’ Heir

In great beauty you are spun from soil and air,

Light from distant sun and seed of formers fair;

Then with great beauty once again you are spun,

Until in your juniors your face smiles towards distant sun.

 

Ephemeral Senectitude: Poems

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Ephemeral Senectitude

 

      Days of pastel blues and lusterless reds could fill the inevasible blind pages to come.  I see the splendor of my own antecedence, or rather the privation thereof.  Once bound in a twirl of youthful folly now I marvel, can they not see?

I think they too, as I once, choose drunkenly, willfully to be ensnared by the false comfort of never‑ending youth; the pervasive: “There will be time”.

Though I have traveled many roads and stumbled on paths bleak,

This Side of the Whirlwind: Just Let it Rise

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Just Let it Rise!

Let the beauty of your walk with God rise within you.

• Fill your heart with worship for His glorious name.

Let your spirit rejoice for His Spirit resides within you.

• Communion, Spirit and Soul,
• Singing “Meet me oh Lord; draw me near to YOU!”

Let your mouth shout His praises – for His glories fill all worlds.

• Then bow both heart and knees to His divine purpose in you.

Let your fears be surrendered – walking in faith – knowing – He will take action as He sees fit!

• Then take your peace for it comes when we truly trust the Lord.

Let your words and actions bespeak your walk in Him.

• Then truly bend your life to seeking Him in all His ways:
• Seek HIM in the morning
• Seek HIM for a move of His hand in your every day
• Rejoice in Jesus for He is THE Savior.
• Seek HIM for HE is good!

Let the beauty of your relationship with our Creator rise within you!

                                  Just Let It Rise!

By: Steven R. Harrel                                                               Finished 10/21/2019

This Side of the Whirlwind: Oh God, What If?

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Oh God, What If?

The Quest:

Oh God, what if –

I were to You obey –

With all my life, through all my days,

endure my cross, obey Your will,

regardless the pain or strife I feel

Bear humiliations and sorrow’s

cold breath

Brave disgrace and live bereft

Face the choice of a martyr’s short, short life

Just to live my life for Christ?

To Sacrifice:

The Cheesy Religion Part 6

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The Cheesy Religion

Part 6

(A short story by Steven R. Harrel)

Tom pulled Joe up eye to eye and said to his face, “Joe, I’m ordering you to take me to Shire; it’s of the utmost importance!”

“Yes sirs, Mister Tom.”

 

“I means, yes Sirs Captain Tom sir”.  Joe just shrugged his shoulders and then left the powder-cart on the side of the road.  “Comes dhis a way Captain, we haves ta go up dhat dhere road to reach Shire”.  Joe points up the road to where many of the refugees were heading.

As Tom and Joe began walking towards Shire, the Sergeant intercepted them, inquiring with his deep Southern accent, “Pardon me Sir!” The sergeant salutes Tom, “May I ask where you’re takin’ my Powder-Nigger?”

At first, Tom was offended, even set-back by the callused manner in which the sergeant referred to Joe; still, after a moment’s thought he remembered when and where he and Joe were.  Tom replied, “I have need of this nigger, Sergeant!  You will get someone else to resupply your powder cart.  Is that understood?”

The Cheesy Religion Part 5

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The Cheesy Religion

Part 5

(A short story by Steven R. Harrel)

Pa pushed Tom back into the barber’s chair.  “Now sits still so I can finish shavin ya, boy.  Ya can’t goes no-wheres till I’s done and finished”.

 

It was all Tom could do to sit still while Mr. White finished his shave.  When Pa finally lifted the barber’s cloth and brushed him off, Tom felt he had to look to Pa’s scrinchie face for approval before getting up.  Pa just nodded; then and only then did Tom spring from the chair and dash to the window.

Pulling his arms back to avoid Tom’s quick extrication, Pa raised his voice, “Boy, you’s wound tighter dan an ole Timex. You’d better settles yourselfs down fors you gives yourself a correlary.”

The Cheesy Religion Part 4

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The Cheesy Religion

Part 4

(A short story by Steven R. Harrel)

Though not surprising, neither Tom nor Nancy could find Shire on any Alabama State map.  Nancy did remember her grandmother saying Shire was in the back hills of Southern Alabama, somewhere near or south of Montgomery where her great‑grandmother’s daddy was buried after the Civil War.  So, Montgomery Alabama would be Tom’s starting destination.

 

For the next few days, Tom traveled the highways and back-roads with that Erie voice echoing in his mind.  He couldn’t quite shake the overwhelming feeling of being guided by some other-than-natural force.  While driving Tom dared not touch the watch in his pocket for fear it could spell disaster, Tom did however clutch the watch to his chest each night before falling asleep.

Tom was three long days on the road before he finally pulled up to the Courthouse in Montgomery Alabama.  The pillars at the front of the Municipal-Building made the structure look almost palatial.