by ST, early 1980s There is a fascination to cars at night: stopped at an intersection you can see the rear lights of perhaps 5 cars; but each in turn blinks only its own rhythm. And because none beats but for its own, you can feel a thousand little heartbeats (feelings cannot count above 2Continue reading “Signals of Life”
Author Archives: Emerging Bird
Strange Creature
by ST, early 1980s How funny you look– Why were you made that way? Maybe your Maker mistook . . . What? I’m the funny-looker, you say? Well pardon me, I should inquire politely, “How do you do?” whatever you do. But rather I would ask, “What can and do you do?” I study you,Continue reading “Strange Creature”
Perspectives of the Bugged
by ST, early 80’s I used to like potato bugs, But now they infest our basement rug. They used to tickle me as they crawled on my skin; Now I hate them, kith and kin. Their rolling in a ball was then a fascination, Now enemies all, I favor their extinction.
Swimming and Lessons
by ST, about the 1970s or so We took swimming lessons as children–Mom thought it essential for everyone to know how to swim, no matter if they live near bodies of water or not. We did the “jelly fish” so much I might have turned into one, but at last they moved me up toContinue reading “Swimming and Lessons”
Whenever I Think of the Pioneers
by Susan Ternyey, 1996 (revised 2022) With awe I ponder the fortitude of those valiant pioneers of our past. I used to feel I could never measure up to “the heritage they left us.” (Hymn, “Firm as the Mountains Around Us”) But one day as I lay in a hospital bed, paralyzed from the hipsContinue reading “Whenever I Think of the Pioneers”
Who is God, that I should Obey His Voice?
or, “Hold to the Rod, The Iron Rod” by ST We have outgrown God– Like a spoiled child despising the rod– Those before us Are welcome to its correction: We question its justice, Deny any motive of affection. We scorn its strictness As a cover for our revels, And when we get hurt We blameContinue reading “Who is God, that I should Obey His Voice?”
An Appeal
by ST America, wake up! Let go this dream of a carefree childhood– You forget care that then wrinkled you brow. You had all to cope with that so young a one could– By comparison small indeed with what you face now– Now you have grown up, and so have your troubles. Life is notContinue reading “An Appeal”
Betrothal
by ST Why should I become to you betrothed? What great treasure does your love unfold, And lay upon my lap? This could all be just mishap. But then, why is my heart so tangled up with yours? As though your love my love adores– And seeks more assurance, and more assurance finds, And eachContinue reading “Betrothal”
Stars in My Eyes
by ST . . . we met . . . O how the heavens set in such a blush! No longer the mockingbird, but the peaceful dove sent forth its little coo: At last, the perfect melody in that sweet birdsong– It floated over me, tickled my ear ’til I laughed. I walked back toContinue reading “Stars in My Eyes”
Happy Ever After
by ST Five years today we have been wed, Five years we’ve shared the kitchen, bath, and bed, Five years of fifty or sixty at most– The most most couples may hope– But what of the After, the Happily Ever? Why should cruel death our promises sever? Then let us with God, our Witness andContinue reading “Happy Ever After”
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