Edward Schriner Poems

I met God today on the street
Sitting on a park bench in the city
I asked him, 'How do you do, Lord? '
And He replied, 'As fine as could be, my son.'
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A lone tree stands in a field, broken and bruised
Recalling the many times in its life that it's been used
A fractured limb revealing the marks of a child's rope swing
Its roots recalling the soothing moisture of a babbling spring
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Countless thousands forced from their beloved homeland in the East

Heavy hearted were they as they faced a journey into the great unknown
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Can anyone else make such a sight
Really as beautiful as God's own hands
Even as pretty as a sunset in late afternoon
Art is the best way to describe such works
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She wakes up to find her father over her
Hovering above, dressed in only his robe.
A look in his eyes that spells instant trouble
Her heart hardens feeling that she has no hope.
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Think of me
As you look upon a grassy knoll
And you will see me rolling in the clover
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Through the times I've gotten to know you
I have held you always in great esteem
You have always been there for others in need
I feel privileged to have called you my friend
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Part I
1999
Thunder rolls across the lone prairie
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He was born in a manger
A simple bed filled with hay
A special child likes nobody else
Destined to give his life away.
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She stands on the corner of the block
Nobody taking heed to her pleading cries
'Won't somebody please feed my baby? ' she laments
As she chases off the bloodthirsty, swarming flies.
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