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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The Value of Man

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Mark 5:1-20

He wandered among the tombs
possessed of heart, body, and mind
no chains nor shackles
were strong enough to bind.

Night and day he cried out
by the tombs and in the hills
and though many had tried
none could hold him still.

Then a stranger came ashore
a man from Galilee
with friends upon a wooden boat
they crossed the unruly sea.

The man fell down upon his face
and then cried aloud
all were taken back at this
for in his voice, a crowd.

For mercy cried the demons
those who lived therein
to the swine we beg you cast us
please not to hell again.

Their plea by Him was headed
though malice was in the plan
destroy the town's possessions
and He will feel the wrath of man.

Headlong went the livestock
over cliffs into the sea
the man sat dazed and staring
once again living and free.

"Be gone" cried the townsfolk
when word had reached their ears.
"You have thus destroyed us
for this one who sits so near."

Taking leave He turned to go
and the man turned that way
but He admonished him to spread the word
and for this the man did stay.

Hard hearts can be created
when value is seen in things
and when a man is but little
compared to a herd of pigs.

Take heed to value souls
and put pieces in their place
lest those wandering demons
come to rest behind thy face.

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