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2 posted on
08/28/2005 2:32:51 AM PDT by
Soaring Feather
(Two Years of Poetry...)
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To: bentfeather
Ripples
A man stood still, ankle deep
In New Orleans, on Bourbon Street.
He looked right, then to the left,
And raised his foot, to take a step.
And so continued the ripple.
Set in motion at the start,
When God divided land and sea,
Afar, from the firmament and heaven to be.
And on to life the ripple flowed,
Across the world through flood and snow,
Through virga and the gentle rain,
Where hailstones fell just the same,
The ripples held their actions clear.
Circles after circle, far and near,
Wisdom rippled across the lands,
Imbued by God, given man.
To do with as he wished, to build or break,
Or capture ripples in its wake
To blame, or give, or love, or hate,
The ripples roared, the ripples waved,
Confronting order, these, laws obeyed.
Mans wisdom challenged what God ordained,
And in this match, the ripples, stayed,
Ordered in law, released in Grace,
As tears rippled across the face
of God.
What must He think to witness this?
That men choose hate, evading bliss,
It ripples through the hearts of men,
Today, back to when time began.
Before the flood and parted sea,
Rippled through the heart of sin.
Then rippled to The Way of Life,
Through the womb that carried Him,
Through ripples this Child was God,
The desert trembled where he trod,
To carry on as order lost,
As blood rippled down the Cross,
To bear the black and burdoned heart,
So man, while lost, could make a start,
That rippled through the ages left,
Across the world and back again,
To a man who stands on Bourbon Street,
In New Orleans, ankle deep.
Jeffrey D.Russell
copyright, September 15,2005
To: bentfeather
Hi, Please add me to your Poetry ping list. :-)
854 posted on
10/11/2005 8:59:24 PM PDT by
MNJohnnie
(I'll try to be NICER, if you will try to be SMARTER!.......Water Buckets UP!)
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