The Seasons: A Poem

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Sunrise over Amazing Grasses Family Farm The mad Artist wields His brush, Painted colors rush, To life and give flush, Before the quiet autumn hush. The life seems to pour, As colors fall to the floor, To be seen no more, Outside the dark, grey door. Brightness from below, Sun upon the snow, High, cold clouds blow, Flakes and ice appear to grow. The man melts with little seen, Underneath, pale, grey green, Hides life in dark unseen, Waits for warmth and to careen. Buds on branches show, Patience starts to grow, Trickles, streams and veins flow, Bringing fruits of melted snow. Sprung to life it springs, Bees, birds, sound rings, Lush green flings, Its gift bounty brings. Green growth gives one last rush, Underneath the Painter's brush. The mad Artist wields His brush, before the quiet autumn hush. More poetry is available from James M. Hahn in  The Last Dragon and Other Poems  available now. My new book of cryptogram puzzles " Secret Messages from the Saints " is avai
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Sheep among wolves

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Wednesday October 18th - Saint Luke, evangelist

Luke 10:1-9

From the dark the wolves do watch
as naked lambs travel to and fro
no bag, no cloak, no sandals
as to every town they go.

Messengers of the One to come
to each house they bleet out peace
announcing to all the Kingdom of God
and His eternal feast.

To make such a feast
the field must yield
its bounty in due time
but laborers are few
so pray the good Lord
send those to tend, to prune and hive.

The bleeting peace
does go out
and often times returns
But those who accept
that potent peace
give the labourer what he deserves.

Relying on the Shepherd
the sheep heal
by word and by hand
no mind to wolf
with fiery eyes
God's Kingom is at hand!

Comments

Anonymous said…
I think I get it this time! It's great! I love you!
1:55 PM
James M. Hahn said…
That's because it's easier when the Scripture explains my poetry ;-)
2:34 PM
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