Spiritual Poetry posted April 18, 2023

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Poem 19

A chapter in the book Seasons of Change

Seasons of Faith - VII

by JLR

"Children's children are the crown of old men; and the glory of children are their fathers.." Proverbs 17:6 KJV Season of Faith Poem VII Grandad was my rock. Fifty years later, the void he left is still felt. He cast a long shadow, and his hands, my gosh! His hands were like those of a giant, but then in my mind, he was a giant of a man. His lessons were pure; his life was simple, He carried the worker's New Testament In his well-worn shirt pocket and on nearly every page, with a pencil, he had underlined his favorite verses. Grandfather was slow to anger, quick to praise. Especially God, for the crops that did flourish, making sweet his small victory over the land. Sweet like the peppermint candy in his sweater-vest pocket to take when I asked, "Please." The things he taught, his father had taught. So, I made mental notes, hearing the words he prayed and seeing after each supplication he smiled a lot and said, Thank you, God." I know today that so many of the steppingstones that paved my way, were placed by his hands, one by one, as the years, he shared verse after verse prayer after prayer and smile after smile, Today, I, too, thank God! I can carry on Grandad's simple life. Placing that same bible, now very worn, in my shirt pocket, my inheritance, his Legacy.   And every one of my eight grandchildren knows they can reach in my sweater-vest pocket and can take a peppermint candy, when they look with those precious eyes. And ask, "Please." My world is so complete on those occasions, when I get to read them a verse or two and tell them about my grandfather, and the God that he knew, and that they know too.     ********************************************

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