"The Field of Folly"

Today I walked along a path
Barefoot beside a wall of holly
And came upon an open gate
Then walked into a "Field of Folly"

Upon the grass that grew inside
Were flowers most beautiful and rare
Catching the fragrant color of their blooms
The hours passing by as I did stare

Not only were the blossoms there
But in taller grass, well hidden
To keep the lookers and passers by
From a box which was forbidden

What could be in this well crafted cube
With hinges and lock of a golden treasure
And dare I break the silver chorded seal
To reveal it's often sought for pleasure

Now who could resist such a temptation
Finding contents of worth, so true
Heart bounding anxiously I broke the lock
And hoped for this treasure brand new

But in the box to my surprise
Was a treasure that few had ever taken
A simple request on common paper
That "The Dreamer must awaken"

This is a repost, but it is one of my favorites....

Godly Tears……

Today I cried a “godly tear”

And before you gasp,

 Oh my!

What made him cry?

Those holy tears

What made his eyes, not dry?

Was it great wickedness?

Or besetting sin

That made these rivers flow

Was it emptiness?

Deep within

Causing this tearful show

It wasn’t a single thing

Or even something

More sinister

That might now require

An audience with

His caring Parish minister

No! What he meant

And godliness,

He did gain

The simple truth

That when God cries

It's because we'll sin again.

If I could

If I could

I would reach out and touch you

I would rap my arms around you

Hold you tight

Never would I let you go again

If I could

I would speak to you softly

Dazzle you with words most lofty

Tell you I love you 

Never would I let you go again

If I could

I would body and soul lay bare

Never again with another would I share

Make love to you

Never would I  let you go again

If I could

 

 

Heather

The heather grows among the thrones

Under wild Irish roses

Blossomed there within the shadow

Of her sister’s poses

Buds rare, lonesomely tender

Overshadowed by brighter red

Violet, purple, subdued in dress

Humbled and bowed, her head

THE RIDE ( my most popular international poem)

  

I will ride upon that horse

That others fear to ride

I will shout with warriors past

And let these worlds collide

I will set upon that beast

Never fear the sway

I will ride faster still

Until that glorious day

I will not fail the frail

Protect them is my call

I will swing sharpened sword

And watch those enemies fall

I will not slow the pace

Until this ride is done

I will not dishonor the past

 Modernity will I shun

I will follow another’s road

For I am not alone

I will wear ancient garments

And lead where I am shown

I will obey sacred writ

Attack and not retreat

I will grip providence’s right

And never embrace defeat

This one ain’t done yet….abandoned for the time being

God is glorified... simply....

The stress of having three in college hit a little today... but I know it will all work out  for God's glory...

  I have been thinking about that lately.God's Glory.. In the  Catechism, which we teach our children, the first question we ask them is "who made you", and the answer is "God". The second is "why did He make you", and the answer is "for HIS glory". This got to me thinking of all the things that I do. How do I  allow God to express His glory through me, and I know it is not complicated at all, it is simple. What I mean  is in the simple things we do God  is glorified. A smile, a touch, doing the dishes when it is the task someone else, etc., are expressions of His glory. I know there are big things that give Him glory, but it is in the simple, the attainable, where he is most glorified.

Open letter to my Senator ...Bob Corker.

Thank you  for the response you and your office provided. 

It is time, dear sir, that men of the South remind themselves that they are not servants of a large Federal government , but the ancestors of greater men. Men who fought against the same over reaching government before. Though some of what they hoped to preserve needed to be destroyed , not all of what they fought for need be forgotten. Our country, Tennessee, is not  nor was it ever meant to be  left in servitude. 

Under the present tax structure, the States are left begging at the door of a Federal father who neither knows us , nor hears us when we cry. It is time for men to be great again. I plead with you dear friend, take your place among greater men, stand along side them. Leave whatever ambition you may have had and do the right thing, not for yourself but for all the citizens you represent.

Once again, Senator represent the interest  of the State, the country to whom you are first bound by sacred oath. 

It is my hope that when the tax system is restructured a more equitable disbursement will be achieved. I believe that a transparency will allow the legislatures of both the States and the Federal government to gain a handle on where the actual moneys reside and how they should be allocated. I believe this system will equalize the power of the States and give rebirth to our farms and industry, unrivaled again by the rest of the world.

Dear Senator Corker , I beg you to not just be a good legislator , but to be a great man.

Sincerely,

Scott E Chapman