what takes place on long days when not much is happening around home or net. sensless drivel in meter and rhyme, but. . .perhaps not so senseless
THE ROMANTIC DARK - Writing.Com
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I, MANGER
I’m but a manger made of wood,
Inanimate object—misunderstood—
I’d feed the lowly beasts of burden,
Yet I’ve done more. . .I knew I could.
“Warm Him in your earthen scents
“So Mother Mary shall not weep!”
When sunshine warms the newborn’s face
And they will take Him far away.
For He’s the one, the Great Messiah;
“Hide him from King Herod’s anger!”
I, Manger held the Baby Jesus
And watched the Star of Bethlehem’s climb.
--Monty Wheeler
Inanimate object—misunderstood—
I’d feed the lowly beasts of burden,
Yet I’ve done more. . .I knew I could.
They said, “Manger, manger, shall you keep
“The Baby Jesus in His sleep,“Warm Him in your earthen scents
“So Mother Mary shall not weep!”
My ancient wood, the grain, the hay
Would comfort Him until the dayWhen sunshine warms the newborn’s face
And they will take Him far away.
They called on me, said, “Manger, manger!
“Keep this child from want and danger;For He’s the one, the Great Messiah;
“Hide him from King Herod’s anger!”
One moment caught in endless time,
One task they’d ask that’s so sublime.I, Manger held the Baby Jesus
And watched the Star of Bethlehem’s climb.
--Monty Wheeler
FADES THE LIGHT (kerielle sonnet)
What waits for me, as eyes grow dim,
And from within slow fade the light?
Dark plays well, my final hymn;
Beyond the sunset hides the night.
As each step gives to rest and wheeze,
Beyond the sunset hides the night.
Past the darkness waits new dawn;
Beyond the sunset hides the night.
--Monty Wheeler
And from within slow fade the light?
Dark plays well, my final hymn;
Beyond the sunset hides the night.
As pale skin thins to bleed with ease,
And purple bruises win the fight,As each step gives to rest and wheeze,
Beyond the sunset hides the night.
But yet with wing’d prayer upon
The God of all my fathers’ might,Past the darkness waits new dawn;
Beyond the sunset hides the night.
What waits for me as eyes grow dim?
Beyond the sunset hides the night.--Monty Wheeler
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