Alexander Beebe Poems
|42.||A Sinner's Diary||11/20/2017|
|43.||Prone To Gravitate||12/11/2017|
|44.||My Dream Of Dreams||2/8/2018|
|46.||Out To The West||2/8/2018|
|47.||I Sleep With An Angel||4/7/2014|
|48.||The Count-Three And Two||8/29/2013|
|49.||Heart Stop Inn||11/9/2013|
|50.||Texas Think Tanks||7/12/2013|
|52.||Why I'M Still Single||7/12/2013|
|53.||Ol' Marfa's Light||12/3/2013|
|54.||When God Made You He Thought Of Me||9/26/2013|
|56.||The Face Of Darkness||7/12/2013|
|58.||The Essence Of A Godly Wife||7/12/2013|
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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 porch swing was solace in days gone by, grandpa would whittle at evenings tide.
The smell of pies cooling in windows near, I on the porch stoop with fun on my mind. Our farm was productive as many around, intended for commerce–four generations now.
Johnny and I would sneak off to town, a lot more chatter and yelling we found.
Men in blue coats on horseback abound, enlisting for causes all new to us now.
Off to our farms we run with excitement, tree limbs for rifles meant for survival