Alexander Beebe Poems
|8.||Of Mortal Men||7/11/2013|
|11.||The Farrier And His Daughter||7/12/2013|
|15.||Catfish & Fries||9/26/2013|
|20.||If Only In Dreams||12/18/2013|
|22.||Some Wounds Don'T Heal||2/24/2014|
|24.||Faith, Hope & Love||5/28/2014|
|25.||Three Fewer Trips Around The Sun||6/2/2014|
|28.||Tattered Rags Or Golden Drums||10/28/2014|
|31.||The Oak And Swing||7/15/2015|
|33.||His Place Among Men||3/29/2016|
|34.||Vapor Trails And No Regrets||3/29/2016|
|36.||When Least Of Them||9/19/2016|
|37.||What Is The Age||9/19/2016|
|38.||Betterment Of Man||10/19/2016|
|39.||We Wouldn't Need To Whisper||4/6/2017|
|40.||I Pray I Pass The Test||5/1/2017|
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The Essence Of A Godly Wife
She bares the pain and joy of this world with praise and thanksgiving.
A man chiseled by life, attempts to conquer what he has already been given.
Yet she brings him to his knees, not as to extinguish his heart,
but rather to kindle a flame so that God may know he is His own.
She knows well disappointment and pain.
The cross she bears is not of wood and nail.
Her eyes focused on the Lord she humbly gives praise
For the pain of our sins was earthly then raised.
She reminds him ours cannot compare.
He bows his head with tear for he has been fed.
A union on ...
The backyard trees a host to many, feathered friends who feed on plenty.
A young child’s eyes and ears in tune with what’s expected, how she yearns.
The ritual she knows too well, it’s her job to calm the swell.
A task that any one could do, but she and Rooster rule this roost.
Hand in hand they take a walk, to fill her bucket - have a talk.
A time that’s only meant for them, her mom and Gigi left to grin.
Many stops they do make around the pasture through the gate.
The feeding places