FOUNTAIN LADY

Today, I decided to post a poem a little bit on the lighter side. Perhaps you have met a lady like this. I hope you enjoy it and look at it through the eyes of the creator. How is your image doing today?

FOUNTAIN LADY

She was standing by the fountain,
And had a special glow.
She seemed like the kind of lady,
I’d like to get to know.

I sauntered over close to her,
Her gown was draped real tight.
The body underneath was slim,
Oh, what a lovely sight.

I tried real hard to talk with her,
But got no clear response.
She seemed to just ignore my words,
I held her in ensconce.

And though I lingered there with her,
She stayed cold and aloof.
Her eyes seemed to stare right past me,
Looked up at yonder roof.

I tried to gently hold her hand,
But it remained real still.
It seemed like it was very cold,
I thought she might be ill.

I tried to snuggle close to her,
She seemed to be quite shy.
Perhaps I was not the right type,
Was there another guy?

I turned to her with puckered lips,
But hers were taught and tight.
I could tell by her expression,
A kiss was not all right.

It was clear from the beginning,
Her heart was cold as stone.
No matter how my heart might yearn,
She wants to be alone.

I turned and looked by morning’s light,
And what did I behold?
She was just a marble statue,
Standing out in the cold.

My love for her will not abate,
The story must be told.
In the sculptor’s creative mind,
Her beauty doth unfold.

He sees her not as marble slab,
Her beauty lies within.
He chisels with his skillful hands,
His masterpiece begins.

Now when I see her in the park,
Her beauty I embrace.
And when I look into her eyes,
I see the sculptor’s face.

Friend when you look into my eyes,
I hope that you will see,
A picture of the sculptor’s face,
Who has created me.

Don E. Cunningham, P.O.P. ©6/4/09 305

CREATION'S CONCERT

Almost thirty years ago I heard a visiting minister of music refer to all of creation being an orchestra ready to burst forth into music. He spoke of the orchestra tuning up and anxiously waiting for the Conductor to raise His baton. He based his message on Psalm 148. While most of his message is forgotten I do remember waiting for the baton to fall and the first note to peal forth! Over the last several years I have been anticipating what that score will be like. My poem, “Creation Concert,” attempts to express my great longings and anticipation of that great concert. Let the music begin!

CREATION’S CONCERT

All Creation is just waiting,
To play its concert grand.
I can hear its gentle rustling,
As maestro lifts His hand.

The wind instruments are preparing,
I feel the gentle breeze,
As the wind it is a-blowing,
Through the majestic trees.

I can hear the rustling bushes,
It is a winsome tune.
The flowers are all blossoming,
Their music will start soon.

With anxious anticipation,
Creation starts to heal.
The prelude starts moaning, groaning,
Its suffering I feel.

Waiting for our precious Savior,
To wave His great baton.
When He calls beloved children,
Nature’s song will play on.

Creation reaches crescendo,
Thundering voices raise.
Every creature is responding,
With accolades of praise,

All the rocks are singing, dancing,
The stones are crying out.
The deserts no longer thirsty,
Flowers begin to sprout.

The mighty mountains are stirring,
There is rolling in the hills,
The streams and creeks are gurgling,
Doing just as God Wills.

The ocean waves are roaring loud,
They crash against the shore.
I can hear their cymbals clapping,
Echo for evermore.

The rivers flow in harmony,
Within their pristine banks.
They are forever rippling,
Their joyous songs of thanks.

The stars and angels from above,
Join in the chorus strong.
Their voices raise, in joyous praise,
Lord do not tarry long.

Though there are things we cannot see,
They too will sing their song.
Their music will enrapture us.
And we will sing along.

All creatures raise their voices clear,
Anthems of praise they sing.
As mortals kneel in awed wonder,
Before Redeemer King.

Oh, listen to creation’s praise,
Redemption is at hand.
All nature sings, to Christ our King,
Just as our Maker planned.

Christ our Glorious Conductor,
Brings all in harmony.
We are His wondrous creation.
And thus we’ll always be.

Don E. Cunningham, P.O.P. ©6/6/2009 296

PSALM 148
1 Praise ye the LORD. Praise ye the LORD from the heavens: praise him in the heights. 2 Praise ye him, all his angels: praise ye him, all his hosts. 3 Praise ye him, sun and moon: praise him, all ye stars of light. 4 Praise him, ye heavens of heavens, and ye waters that be above the heavens. 5 Let them praise the name of the LORD: for he commanded, and they were created. 6 He hath also established them forever and ever: he hath made a decree which shall not pass.
7 Praise the LORD from the earth, ye dragons, and all deeps: 8 Fire, and hail; snow, and vapour; stormy wind fulfilling his word: 9 Mountains, and all hills; fruitful trees, and all cedars: 10 Beasts, and all cattle; creeping things, and flying fowl: 11 Kings of the earth, and all people; princes, and all judges of the earth: 12 Both young men, and maidens; old men, and children: 13 Let them praise the name of the LORD: for his name alone is excellent; his glory is above the earth and heaven. 14 He also exalteth the horn of his people, the praise of all his saints; even of the children of Israel, a people near unto him. Praise ye the LORD.

ROMANS 8
18 For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us. 19 For  the earnest expectation of the creation eagerly waits for the revealing of the sons of God. 20 For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of Him who subjected it in hope; 21 because the creation itself also will be delivered from the bondage of corruption into the glorious  liberty of the children of God. 22 For we know that the whole creation groans and labors with birth pangs together until now. 23 Not only that, but we also who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, even we ourselves groan within ourselves, eagerly waiting for the adoption, the redemption of our body. 24 For we were saved in this hope, but hope that is seen is not hope; for why does one still hope for what he sees? 25 But if we hope for what we do not see, we eagerly wait for it with perseverance.

I hope this poem will encourage you as we look forward to the day when our Glorious Conductor "strikes up the band" and Creation's Concert begins.

Please plan to stop back frequently to enjoy more of my poems when I post them.

Hugs, In Christ's and My Love,

Don E. Cunningham, Patriarch Octogenarian Poet copyright 8/13/09

Don's Poetry List

It has been several weeks since I posted to my blog. For a long time I have thought about changing the address and name of my blog to make it better reflect a focus on my poetry. Beginning with this blog my blog site has been changed to:
http://doncunninghampoetry.blogspot.com/
I appreciate the time Sherryl Masterman has spent reorganizing and renaming the blog site. I would be lost without her expertise in fixing the many problems I create on my computer.
My planning was further set back with a couple of medical issues. I had a small Transitional Ischemia Attack, resulting in left Carotid surgery from which I am still recuperating. The following week I had a gastro-esophageal endoscope which resulted in a series of biopsies all of which thankfully turned out negative. However, I learned that I have inadequate blood flow to my stomach to help digest my meals. I am now learning to eat 6 smaller meals a day to aid in the process. I have written poems about the TIA and stomach which I will share with you in a later blog.
I have over one hundred poems I have written that I will be sharing with you over the coming months. I received an email requesting that I provide a list of poems I already published to my previous blog. Here is the list in alphabetical order:
A Song of Thanksgiving 11/30/08
Brave Dead 5/26/08
Bravely You Went Forth 5/17/08
Brother Guy 4/28/08
Christmas Pondering 12/29/07
Christmas Tidings, 2008 11/30/08
Creation's Concert 8/13/09
Divorce and God’s Grace 7/13/07
Divorce’s Depression & Forgiveness Delight 7/9/07 With Scripture 12/6/07
Enduring Love 2/22/08
Feeling Healthy, Fever Free 1/29/08 & 6/29/08
Fountain Lady 8/23/09
Half Marble 4/9/08
Hang His Suit Upon The Door 4/7/08
Homeland Heroes 5/24/08
I Forgot 7/23/08
Majestic Cardinal 11/28/07
Married No More (Sharon) 12/6/07
Medicine Man Blues 6/29/08
My Old Dented Bucket 12/24/07
Omnipotent Ones 6/29/08
Our Dear Joyce (Eulogy) 3/14/07
Our Silver Bells Ring 7/2/07
Predators of the Poor 7/4/08
Requiem To Leaves 12/13/08
Sharing and Caring 6/27/07
Slippers 9/30/07
So Let Me Love 5/22/07
Teabag of Life 6/5/08
The Little Sexton 6/12/08
The Musket Shot 6/28/08
The Wall Between 4/23/07
White Birch 11/25/08
Your Look Of Love 2/19/07 & 7/10/07

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In The next day or two I will be posting one of my favorite poems to this site. It is titled: “Creation’s Concert.” I hope you will return to read it.
Hugs, In Christ’s and My Love,
Don E. Cunningham, Patriarch Octogenarian Poet ©8/12/09 485