A POETIC STORY DEDICATED TO MY 2 YOUNGER SISTER WHOM I LOVE VERY MUCH-- I HOPE YOU ENJOY |
PRECIOUS HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT ABOUT THIS WORD PRECIOUS.................... A WORD THAT WILL ENHANCE ALL OTHERS A WORD USED FOR BABES .... BY MOTHERS USED BY KINGS ,TO TELL OF THEIR RICHES A WORD NEVER TO BE USED AS VISCIOUS I'VE OFT PONDERED THERE MUST BE A WORD BETTER YET DAYS OF WONDER AND SLEEPLESS SLUMBER I'VE YET TO FIND NARY ONE--- NAY, NOT EVEN THE FIRST LETTER THO SHELVES OF TOMES , I HAVE PERUSED NAUGHT THEY OFFERED, THAT COULD BE USED SO OFF TO THE ANCIENTS I DID FLEE TALKED WITH ERATO___ PLATO___ AND EVEN SOCRATES BUT NAUGHT THEIR WISDOM, TOMES OR SCRIBES COULD OFFER UP A WORD THAT WOULD BETTER DESCRIBE I LEFT FOR THEBES , SPARTA AND MACEDONIA ON THE WAY YET ALL THE WISDOM OF THESE LANDS,HAD BEEN BURNT, OR CARRIED AWAY ALL I FOUND WAS RUBBLE FROM GREATNESS ,GONE ASTRAY SO OFF TO PATMOS -- THAT GREAT ISLE TALKED THERE WITH PAUL AND JOHN, SPENT QUITE A WHILE THEY HAD TO LEAVE, FOR MUCH THEY HAD TO DO AND MY HEART WAS SAD, TO PART FROM THESE TWO BUT OFF THEY WENT, SAYING GOD BLESS IN HEBREW DOWN TO THE HARBOR I FLED, WHERE THERE WAS A SHIP AT DOCK, A GREAT ROMAN MAN-OF-WAR THE CAPTAIN YELLED--- DEAR STRANGER "COME ABOARD" EVE WITH US THIS NITE , FOR WE SAIL HIGH TIDE , ON THE MORROW WE'LL DRINK SOME FLAGONS OF BREW, AND PRAISE THE GODS, SING AVES AND HAIL CAESARS, AND SPIN A TAIL OR TWO W'ELL SUP AND DRINK INTO THE NITE AND SAIL ON THE MORROW, AT FIRST LIGHT SO ABOARD I WENT AND SPENT THE NIGHT I WOKE VERY LATE, THE SUN WAS HIGH AND VERY BRIGHT FAR OUT TO SEA, NO SHORE IN SIGHT AFTER MANY DAYS ON THIS SHIP PRISTINE WE LANDED ON THE SHORES OF PALESTINE SO FLED THE BOAT FROM WHENCE I COME SOJOURNED TO A TOWN CALLED JERUSELEM THERE IN MID TOWN, THE TEMPLE I FOUND TALKED WITH THE HIGH PRIEST, CIAPHUS, AND SOME PHARISES, NICODEMUS AND SOME SADDUCEES THERE SPENT THE NITE, BUT WOKE WITH A START REMEMBERING WHAT THESE MEN HAD DONE,AND IT FROZE MY HEART THEY CROWNED MY SAVIOR WITH A RING OF THORNS NAILED HIM TO A STAKE OF CROSS LEFT HIM TO DIE, AND FELT NO LOSS I BID THEM SHALOM AND THOUGHT NOT EVIL FOR GOD HAD SAID, HARM THEM NOT, THEY ARE MY PEOPLE SO OUT THE EAST GATE OF THE CITY I FLED DOWN THE MOUNTAIN TO THE SHORES OF THE SEA OF DEAD THERE AMONG THE CAVES AND CAVERNS I FOUND SOME CLAY JARS AND MANY URNS OPED A FEW, AND SCROLLS I FOUND ANCIENT WRITINGS DID ABOUND I READ THEM ALL, AND WAS AMAZED AT ALL THE KNOWLEDGE GAINED THESE MANY DAYS SO ACROSS THE SEA OF GALILEA I WENT, INTO THE VALLEY OF THE KINGS SAT THERE AMONG THE TOMBS AND READ THE HIERGYLFICS AND OTHER THINGS YET NOTHING THAT I READ ON WALL WOULD HELP ME AT ALL NORTH ON NILE I WENT, INTO THE LAND OF PHAROAH AMONG THE SPHINX AND PYRAMIDS AND OBLYXS OF OLD I MET A MAN, A SAGE, A SOLVER OF DREAMS , SO I WAS TOLD HARK, AND HEAR THESE WORDS I SPEAK THE WORD YOU SEEK IS NOT INFALABLE YOU 'LL FIND YOUR ANSWER IN THIS PARABLE IF THE FIRST WORD ENHANCES THE SECOND IS IT NOT POSSIBLE THE SECOND CAN ENHANCE THE LATTER, BETTER AFTER PONDERING THIS PARABLE OF WISENED SAGE I CAME TO END THIS PILGRAMAGE FOR THE WISDOM OF THIS HOLY MISTER THE ONLY WORD IT COULD BE WOULD BE MY ..........PRECIOUS : SISTERS A POETIC STORY: BY JERRY BROWN praise god for these beautiful words |