This Paper Trail Of Poems
Art Davis, in my trilogy, was squeezing life like milk,
From cows at evening milking time, assisted by his ilk;
Disease, whatever it might be, first shuts us down as we
Encounter our fragility, and our mortality.But Arthur landed on his feet, and stepped up to the plate,
Like batters in a scrub ballgame when evening’s getting late;
In baseball it’s not over 'till the final batter’s out;
He played the game which still remained, involvement was his route.That’s like the words which I had read while in my cancer scare:
“Squeeze more from it than it from you”, the wisdom offered there;
I don’t regret my journey, or where it has led me to,
For pioneering paradigms is work I love to do.It took a while to figure out the church’s basic fix,
As there were several parts to it, (and my stuff in the mix);
But when I did, I sensed a hand which guided through the years,
And brought us to the place of peace despite ensuing tears.Support for students (those self-taught as Cree had been brought up),
We pioneered that paradigm – that was a process rough,
For in that mix an ancient fight emerged and shut us down,
But not before a way we found with students upward bound.And now the task engaging me (success with righteousness),
Engages all my energy, He promises success;
It’s not that we must think it up, more find, and clean it up,
Like treasure Jesus said we’d find and say of it, “Enough!”.The magic of this paper-trail is how I just engage
Events which come into my life, then put them on the page;
The larger framework of this task is “mission”, with its steps;
Then I stand back and look at it, it’s there – it's His success.At dawn each day I milk the cows – put poems on the page;
Each day I step up to the plate, new tasks I dare engage;
At evening when the sun goes down, I lay it at His feet,
And get some rest before the dawn, then cycle I repeat.navigation