A treasure of the sublime of soul and heart,
How beauty is portrayed in a work of art;
With joy one is touched by a master endeavor,
Created and inspired to exist forever!
Inspiring is music which influences one to listen,
A super treausure of benefit not to be missing;
The rewarding creations of increased merit,
Enter into one's being to rejuvenate the spirit!
Bertha Fisher
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Do you think I stand here for my health?
That I am like the rest who stood B.C?
A tax collector you say?
I do not take your hard earned money
crooked as a stone
I bleed like all of you
who cast judgement upon my plight.
I am not here to bleed you of yours
I have been planted here
for your good
for my good,
though I'll be damned if I know what that good is
For my eyes are single
and my lips speak soft
And I see only what...
you are willing to send.
Katherine Hoelscher
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At a juncture in time in the primordial ooze
a microscopic life form made its first move.
And in the warm, fertile womb of the tropical seas
multiplied and mutated into a myriad progenies.
After eons of gestation they swam, crawled and flew
to world wide locations where each started anew
A colony that perpetuated the original drive
to go forth and multiply and stay alive.
"Survival of the Fittest" was the predominant song
sung by nature to the inherently strong
Who passed on genes designed to stay
in a world where competition ruled the day.
Eventually Humanity took a decisive lead
and persevered to become the dominant breed.
Now man has expanded this "right of birth"
to dominion over space as well as earth.
But this small, blue planet we call Mother Earth;
was she the sole parent of that "Virgin Birth?"
Or merely the surrogate for a passing "star".
Where something still waits and watches from afar?
John Mount
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A few good men
to work as a team
A few good men
what could this mean
A few good men
for the Powers that be
A few good men
for the world to see
A few good men
who in God's mold are cast
A few good men
only Christ can match
A few good men
is what He needs
Who love their country
are full of great deeds
A few good men
head at home-or war
A few good men
at heavens door
George Rhoads
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