Oh, for simpler days
Harmonious, understandable and peaceful days
When family mattered the most
Parent-child-God in balance
Other family and friends about as wings of assurance,
Winds blew fierce and cold at times
But with clearer perspective
Unnatural appetites did not rule.
When truth was pure truth, honesty a clean drink
Fresh and cool drink on a hot summer day,
Sweet and sour precise
Light and dark distinctly opposites.
As a mere five year-old, he turns on the new Zenith box television
A man- Oral Roberts, talked loudly, touched people;
Some years later Billy Graham stood before huge crowds
Smoothly harvesting converts,
Sad lament, many to never become disciples of the Messiah.
But, chicken noodle soup with homemade noodles
Always ready in Grandma’s cold pantry
Berry pies as well
Food for this young worker who lived just down the long hill
Who laughed and joked often with her and the neighbor,
Who worked and played eagerly
In the old basement, the large garage or the big garden,
As a rough diamond waiting to come into the fires of maturity
To finally listen and learn from above
And come at last before the only Throne
The only God, the only High priest and King,
Great wisdom given in humility,
Of Earth’s destiny, mankind’s destiny, the inner workings,
Where rest and trust and lasting beauty abound
Still, beautiful pool of most quiet, majestic strength
All laid out simply by the clear crystal stream of God’s Spirit of truth.