We are climbing to Garnet Mountain,
Site of a Garnet Mine…
Adirondack river fountains
Ease the gentle mountain mind.
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We are running up the river
Going to her mountain home…
Place where she was born and raised up,
Place from which she’ll never roam.
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Climbing Garnet Mountain
Visiting the mine…
History from stone and sweat
Cherished over time!
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–Jonathan Caswell
No More Tears
Do you dwell in a home,
Where you tremble alone?
Is the quiet of your night,
Filled with fear and fright?
On a pillow moist with tears,
Are you tormented by fears?
In the darkness of your room,
Do you feast upon the gloom?
There is a small spark of hope,
Grip firmly to the rescuer rope.
With each word His love shows;
Promises spoken, hope grows.
His loving promises are true!
The Good News is for you!
No matter how bad your day,
Christ is the truth, the life and way.
It is in the dead of night,
When no help is in sight.
He hears our mournful plea,
And comes to you and me.
Rejoice our Savior lives!
Oh what comfort that gives.
With Him, there is no fears,
In His arms, there is no more tears.
Carl A. Gooch ~ 13 July 2015
ONE DARES TO REMEMBER
Growing old…growing colder…
Looking back over the shoulder
To what used to be.
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Stuck between youth and age,
Discontent and filled with rage…
Interest is there
But life isn’t fair,
One loses one’s place on the stage.
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The things that used to please,
A body’s functioning flees…
With a dance card
Nothing stays hard,
One’s left with a frustrating tease.
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Preparing one’s self to lay down,
Give up and melt into the ground…
If time for that
Should be old hat,
Yet not ready to be bound.
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There’s life in us still,
It’s all a matter of will…
Endeavoring to strive
And stay alive,
‘Though loss is a bitter pill!
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Rememb’ring the people I’ve known,
No more than images I own…
Contorting the way
I wish I could stay,
Yet knowing I’ll soon be Home.
–Jonathan Caswell
I RAISE MINE EBENEZER*
What monument will you bring
Home to Christ the King…
Be it gold
Or words untold,
Or a salvation song to sing?
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Will He take the trouble
To accept wood or stubble…**
That will expire
In fire,
Leaving you burnt-up rubble?
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Heavenly gold is found
In souls all around…
Believers must
Help them to trust
In Son of God’s safer ground.
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The Apostle Paul’s testament***
Were the ones to whom he was sent…
By Spirit’s call
Preaching Christ, Lord of all,
Discipling as he went.
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Except for our mortal chains, we
Cannot aim for higher than he…
Who poured his life
Out in spiritual strife,
Saving souls for eternity!
–Jonathan Caswell
* Ebenezer…a monument of remembrance (see 1 Samuel 7:12 )
** wood…stubble: 1st Corinthians 3:12
***AUTHOR’S NOTE: Maybe the Poet got his meanings fouled up…this poem seems more in line with 1st Corinthians, than 1st Samuel! But Paul did call, in 2nd Corinthians 3:1-3, the churches he discipled for Christ his own references in regard to his own work for Christ’s Gospel. —J.E.C.
SO….WHAT DID YOU GET????
Now that commotions have settled down,
What did you get this year…
Was it more than ties and socks
Or plastic mini-reindeer?
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Part of this Christmas we bought ourselves
And guarded jealously…
My New Haven Rail calendar
I definitely wanted to keep!
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I received a couple of imitation rocks,
Labeled with “FRIENDSHIP” and “HOPE”…
A ceramic bell (and socks as well)
From an aunt who has helped us cope.
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I bought my wife a STAR TREK
Calendar…got a hug around the neck…
And the trip up north, we sallied forth,
Where we spent a week to connect.
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We both got new shoes for the year,
Even on sale, we paid dear…
Did you see the change
In poetic re-arrange,
It’s your turn to stand up and cheer! 🙂
–Jonathan Caswell
THE RIGHT DIRECTION 🙂
As I sit under a clock,
There’s something I don’t knock…
At end of day
Folks get away,
In order to replenish stock.
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Some days don’t bear inspection,
Wanting to start an insurrection…
But then, going home
Leaving that day alone,
Provides a calming connection!
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Seeing the exiting crowd I say,
“Sure glad you’re going the right way!”
In various moods
And attitudes,
And some of them shout…HOORAY!
–Jonathan Caswell
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