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jwesley
Member Rara Avis

since 2000-04-30

Posts 7563
Spring, Texas

0 posted 2000-08-21 08:08 PM

The Cross Of Wood

It wasn't just an old ship
it was ancient.
Even before it was built
it's wood was old.
The trees that formed it's beams
and planks and mast
were much older than the men
who cut them down;
much older than the men
that built the ship;
much older than all
save the rock and ground
upon which they grew.
They'd seen the birth of Christ,
seen the years He'd spent as a boy,
saw him become a man,
a prophet,
and that's when the first of the trees
was cut down; the one that formed
the cross upon which He died;
the rest of which
now stands tall and mighty
as the ship's main mast.
The ship's wood is worm riddled,
old and rotted now
at the bottom of the sea;
that is, all but the main mast
which stands tall and mighty,
still strong and ready
waiting,
waiting,
awaiting His return.

w. james beard, jr.

Lone Wolf
Member Ascendant

since 2000-03-16

Posts 5842
Lansing, MI USA

1 posted 2000-08-21 08:10 PM

jwesley,

Awesome writing here. This was wonderful. He gave so much for us all. You have said it well. Great writing.

Lone Wolf

Poetry should surprise by fine excess...it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts and appear almost a remembrance. -J.Keats

jwesley
Member Rara Avis

since 2000-04-30

Posts 7563
Spring, Texas

2 posted 2000-08-21 09:23 PM

Thanks, LW. This was written for a theme: Wood.

jwesley

Denise

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Member Seraphic

since 1999-08-22

Posts 22648

3 posted 2000-08-21 11:23 PM

Very well written. This reminded me of those passages in the Bible that say that all of nature longs for His return, even if that was not your theme! It boggles the mind, doesn't it, how we humans are here for such a short time, but some things (like wood, stone, etc.) will be around soooooo much longer...great poem!

Denise

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