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Hewn in Love ( Re post from the corner Pub) |
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Jon Mewett Senior Member
since 2000-03-04
Posts 1304 |
In the small white tent that need had made This is where they plied their trade They sat together working man and boy They carved out from the bleached white bone Religious relics they would hone And how they carved these monuments’ of joy Small white beads formed with care They would sell them to the pilgrims there As they passed by.. up to the holy mount The beads they’d hang around their head And walk along while prayers were said In grateful hands the precious beads they’d count This is all the boy had known He’d been born, lived and grown In the tiny village nestled by the hill They’d come down to their shop each day And together they would carve away And prayed to God their empty plates He’d fill The boy’s father was …gentle kind He’d always had a fruitful mind And to pass the hours he tell stories to the boy He’d tell of love he’d tell of prayer But mostly in their hours’ there He’d tell him how their life was full of joy The days were always hot and long And sometimes they would sing a song And the fathers’ voice was always full of hope They’d sometimes sing in voice so loud It would stop the passing crowd The melodies would weave and waltz and lope The boy’s sweet mother had passed away Ten years ago …a frightful day That day they’d wept that day they’d felt bereft It had drawn the man close to the boy Making him a greater joy Their two souls’ was all that there was left And so they carried on their yoke Of why it happened never spoke They accepted it was meant to be that way And if the boy would falter so The fathers’ hand would guide him… slow And his gentle voice would help him through the day And on this day from the heavenly rack The sun shone harshly on their back The boy was sitting working on the floor His father lay down on the sheet Took the linen from his feet He touched the boy...but he heard his voice no more The boy just sat and blankly stared He’d had never told him that he’d cared His father face was quiet and serene But he never forgot that awful day The day his hope had passed away But went on working where the pair had been The boy just carried on the trade But the trinkets now were poorly made That tent of joy became a sullen place He never spoke he never sang And all day long his head would hang Oh how he wished to see his fathers’ face Today the pilgrims’ still pass by The sun still pours down from the sky But now’s a relic carved with Gods’ own hand As they pass in prayers they tread But they always stop and bow their head At the white bone cross…. lying on the sand Jon Mewett Hiya everybody |
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ellie LeJeune Member Elite
since 2000-01-10
Posts 4156King of Prussia, PA USA |
Beautifully written poem, Jon. I'm glad you've joined us here. This is also very sad.The message for me is to remember to tell those we love, how much we appreciate and love them while there here to hear and enjoy our words, instead of regretting that we didn't after they're gone. Ellie 02 |
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WhtDove Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-22
Posts 9245Illinois |
Hi and Welcome! What a beauty of a tale this is. I can picture the scenes! Very well done! Please check your email ![]() |
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Alle'cram Senior Member
since 2000-02-28
Posts 1816Texas |
Jon, what a beautifully written sad poem. His dad knew of his love, this was made known through your words. Thanks for reminding us to share our, " I love you's". God Bless Marcy |
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Jon Mewett Senior Member
since 2000-03-04
Posts 1304 |
Thanx everybody Jon |
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Pepper Member Elite
since 1999-08-19
Posts 3079Southern Florida |
This is writing at it's best, Jon ... I'm filled with emotion ..... Very beautifully expressed ...... |
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BSC
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Member Elite
since 2000-02-04
Posts 2919New York, USA |
Jon - This is such a wonderful, yet sad, reminder to all of us. Thanks for sharing it. |
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Jon Mewett Senior Member
since 2000-03-04
Posts 1304 |
Thanx you are very kind. Love is the answer. Jon |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
this moved me Kathleen |
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deleeme Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 1766NEW ENGLAND, USA |
Jon, This is a touching piece indeed. How sad we leave off the important things like verbalizing our love for each other, and those significant others in our life--Your story illustrates important truth in human relations--doing it, is a whole lot better than regrettinmg we never did, later on. Thank you, David "Our Creativity points to a Higher Creator--we couldn't have just happened, and for what ability we may possess--to God be the glory." -dlw- |
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