Biography of Mac Wilkey
Mac is an electrical engineer with the Tennessee Valley Authority who writes poetry as a sideline. Although he has written poems and short stories since his college days, his outputincreased sharply beginning in 1990 when God seemed to be giving him specific glimpses of life and concepts and characters in the Bible. His first book, God Let Me See the Hedge, was published by lulu.com in September 2004. Other specific poems have been published on various Internet sites including christianpoetry.com where his poems were twice selected by John Evans as the focus for his monthly editorial. Mac is planning to publish a second book to be titled My Dad Never Took Shortcuts in late 2005. The new poems published at poemhunter.com are to be included in the new book.
Mac Wilkey's Works:
God Let Me See the Hedge
Mac Wilkey Poems
A Whirling Wind Uplifts A Leaf
A whirling wind uplifts a leaf Brings childish laughter midst my grief And though my sorrow tears at me There’s also room for Lana’s glee.
Pain Has A Face
Yes, pain has a face It's not that obscure
A Spaceship Landed Over There
A space ship landed over there No one’s believed me yet I walked on over after dark And took my friend the vet
God Knows Who Anonymous Is
God knows who anonymous is He knows why storms hit or miss He governs all of nature's laws For each effect, He is the cause
A Preacher Came Up From Georgia
A preacher came up from Georgia-he was looking for some souls to win He was in a bind; he was way behind-he was willing to buck the trend. He first went up to Smyrna, a church out in Tennessee And the preacher said to a church ‘bout dead, “Folks, listen to me.”
Getting Back To The Stable At Christmas
The rancher rode his horse one night, the snow piled on the trail He’d traveled far to get back home, but feared that he might fail But when the stars shone brightly; he knew he wouldn’t stray The wise men must have looked above and followed that same way.
I can’t say forgive them ‘cause, Father, they know what they do. I picture them floating around in hypocrite stew. They won’t take a life raft though you’ve thrown ‘em out more than two. I can’t say forgive them ‘cause, Father, they know what they do.
Honey Tree Logic
If I were a bear, I would barely breathe As the bees swarmed near—til my courage grew When my memory of past stings grew dim I would reach within; what could six bees do?
A Special Thicket And A Special Ram
This spot on earth was once a forest green Acacia trees grew strong-so thick and tall But axe or saw had never touched their bark For lightning struck before these trees could fall.
The Source Of All Soothing
Why does a precious baby coo And snuggle at you neck When life has been so troublesome And made your day a wreck?
Gods Greatness And His Love
He’s big enough to hang the stars in Heaven; His power is such He calmed the raging sea. He’s pure enough to be the Lamb Most Holy, But He loved enough to die for you and me.
I'Ll Be The First To Sing
I listened Sunday morning To all the singing birds; I saw no choir director And heard no human words.
He's The God Of Tommorrow As Well As Tod...
Have you ever just wondered what God has in store When He’s saying, “Be patient—just one battle more? ” Does He know all the burdens that you have to bear? Does He know that you’re hurting; does He hear every prayer?
Well, you’ve heard of Jim Thorpe and the other greats, But have you heard of a fellow who really rates A notch ahead of that Indian back? He was rough and tough—old Fullback Jack.
Well, you’ve heard of Jim Thorpe and the other greats,
But have you heard of a fellow who really rates
A notch ahead of that Indian back?
He was rough and tough—old Fullback Jack.
He stood six foot eight and weighed three forty-five,
And there’s hardly a player who’s still alive
That ever met Jack in an open field
Without being maimed, trampled, or killed.