“……Oh, who is that telling us we cannot give up?”


 

 

 

 

 

 

“……Oh, who is that telling us we cannot give up?”

 

 

 

Stoppely, poppely, trammely, scammely friends did go down:

Go down in heaps of arms and legs and noses and ears so warped

As they squeezed into ever more narrow trails to reach a crown

Of glory they knew only by report, never seen yet as they carped.

 

 

“Oh, we uns so measely, so weasely wid all dis fallin’!

“Why, oh why, canst we not just lie down to die?

“Why, oh, why canst we not be done, not countin’, so smallin’?

“Weez be better for feedin’ de weeds in dis earth, no more to try!”

 

 

Then came whirlwind and dark, then oh-so-bright and still:

The Voice: “Where were you when I made the rocks and the weeds?

“Where were you when I set all these sunrays and starbrights to thrill?

“Where were you when I set this clear, narrow path for questing deeds?”

 

 

“Hark and bark, ye knockin-noggin critters!” called down Old Crow.

“Hear now the voice of Your Lord telling of all His Power to hold you,

“To hold you on this path, to uphold you in His Care, all for to show

“His Glory in making so great rewards and crowns for the true-blue.”

 

 

CRITTERS FROM THE WEST, CRITTERS FROM THE EAST


 

EAST AND WEST MEET ON SIX LEGS

 

 

Littly Lamb bumping hooves over stones

Catching cracked toe on tumbled old bone

Jostled shell unexpected old Turtle in tones

Reminding  hungry Littly and Turtley of scone

The Crookeye Shepherd got from the milkmaid in pones.

So weak now the friends edge to another gate

Soon cathing up with FlopEars bending back to a tune

So low and sweet from unknown strait

Flipping critter hearts with cooing croon

So long had Dovey perched on balding pate

Soon shining in early light holding saucy spoon

Now strong from care from unknown keepers

Friends passed through the strange gate that was no more

Now solid stone blocking retreat so no more weepers

Friends could spare for facing morning sun galore

Now critters and folk saw only one trail for leapers

Friends in faith joined by memory of go-tell Babe for more

Oh, east wind, oh rising sun, oh blowing sands did meet

These friends so bound by call to go-tell,go swell

Oh world unknowing of groaning girl and groaning street

These friends had crept along in halting pell mell

Oh alleys and stones and corners and scattering meets

Thse friends so oddly matched yet perfect in Go, Tell!

Now most strange starsong from off blind hills

Swelled all around these friends drawing them on

Now most strange starsong told of humping clumping thrills

Swelled most windy chorus swept from croaking tone

Now most strange to friends o’er blown by Croaker skills

Swelled in knowing hum was knowing of Catty now winged clone.

“Oh, what means those croaks with humpy crowned sixlegged kings?”

Friends flopped and stamped and crooky eyed did inquire.

“Oh, what means following singing star, rushing chorus rings?”

“Friends, oh friends, how meet, how tell such beasty squire?”

Oh, how go, how tell, how love-swell so unknown things?”

                                   Friends stumbled on, friends pushed by Babe in bier.

 

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