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Morning Silence   2 comments

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Above:  Sunrise, Sea of Galilee, October 1945

Image Created by the Matson Photo Service

Image Source = Library of Congress

(http://www.loc.gov/pictures/item/mpc2010007352/PP/)

Reproduction Number = LC-DIG-matpc-21869

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O God, you are my God:

and earnestly I seek you.

My soul thirsts for you, my body yearns for you

like a land that is dry and thirsty for water.

–Psalm 63:1-2, A New Zealand Prayer Book (1989)

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Early I rise,

sleepy dust no longer in my eyes.

I sit in the quietness,

hear a bird outdoors

and an occasional car on the road.

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Apart mostly from the bird,

however, there is near silence,

as I hear the sound

of my pen on paper;

that is little to be heard.

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In a few minutes

the clock will say 6:00.

I could return to bed,

but now that I am up,

perhaps soon will be a time to sup

instead then to write some more,

contemplating as I go,

what the quietness has in store.

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Most prayer, for me,

does not consist of words;

I have no interest in speaking

to God most of the time.

Rather–and I think fortunately,–

I want mostly to listen

to what God has to say

in the still, silent voice;

this is part of the homage I pay.

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Peace and quiet the world seems to fear,

for television sets blare at us,

advertisements scream to shop there or here,

vibrations from stereos in cars affect me

when I am not in those cars, but am at home.

Influences tell us to pump up the volume,

to go-go-go!,

to seek our destiny

somewhere other than in the eternity

of God here and now,

as well as elsewhere and later.

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From peace and quiet we ought not to roam

habitually, for too much noise is a bitter foe,

and it is good to live in a milieu

lacking in perpetual fuss.

So I seek God within,

for God is there, abiding always,

waiting inside each of us

for us to repent of our sin

of chasing vainly after the divine

in ways that do not satisfy

and places where God is not.

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So may this be a lesson:

God is not in the din and the glitz,

for it is true that holiness does not fit

inside that shaped hole.

No, in the stillness and quiet

God does speak.

May we listen to the eloquent wisdom;

the silence may we not malign,

for God lives within us,

inside the soul.

KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR

JULY 1, 2013 COMMON ERA

THE FEAST OF PAULI MURRAY, CIVIL RIGHTS ATTORNEY AND EPISCOPAL PRIEST

THE FEAST OF CATHERINE WINKWORTH, TRANSLATOR OF HYMNS

THE FEAST OF HARRIET BEECHER STOWE, ABOLITIONIST

THE FEAST OF JOHN CHANDLER, ANGLICAN PRIEST, SCHOLAR, AND TRANSLATOR OF HYMNS

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http://blogatheologica.wordpress.com/2013/07/01/morning-silence/

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Arguing Across Generations   Leave a comment

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Above:  The Author on Sunday Afternoon, June 16. 2013

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Typing my great-grandfather’s sermon outlines

then publishing them,

learning who he was a century ago,

I do find

that often I argue with him

as a-typing I go.

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He undervalued secular education;

a fact is a fact, I say,

and pure knowledge has great worth.

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He held traditional views on the roles of women;

they were wrong then and remain so today.

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Roman Catholicism he did insult and condemn;

From Holy Mother Church do I borrow heavily,

even very heartily.

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He favored revivalism and condemned ritualism;

I use Prayer Books and wish my parish used incense more often;

to altars and crosses I bow,

and I do not think that I should have to explain how

such practices are good.

Criticisms of them I dismiss

as one who has survived negative encounters with poorly-informed critics could;

them I prefer to leave alone, for that is best.

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To preserve and share family history is my goal;

to learn more as I proceed,

I know and am told,

my mind does truly feed.

KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR

JUNE 27, 2013 COMMON ERA

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Some Germane Posts:

https://taylorfamilypoems.wordpress.com/regarding-sermon-outlines-by-george-washington-barrett/

https://taylorfamilypoems.wordpress.com/2012/07/28/family-tree-of-george-washington-barrett/

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Gratitude   Leave a comment

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Above:  The Author on Sunday Afternoon, June 16, 2013

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I am grateful for so much today;

here are but a few

of the reasons for my attitude,

for I should not be rude:

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healthy food:

oatmeal in the morning,

followed by other selections;

fresh air;

pleasant walks;

good housing;

sufficient income for now;

opportunities to help friends;

good hobbies;

a good mind

and a healthy brain;

the desire to be kind,

at which I do not balk;

physical strength;

good health; and

the love of a good woman.

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The number of reasons for thanks is infinite,

but here are some

to focus on

so that concentrated gratitude will come.

All flow from God, of course,

directly or otherwise.

If I did not acknowledge that reality,

I would more sinful be.

KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR

JUNE 26, 2013 COMMON ERA

Morning Turtles   Leave a comment

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Above:  View Looking Down the Tailrace from the West Side of the Powerhouse–Tallassee Shoals Hydroelectric Facility, Middle Oconee River, Athens, Clarke County, Georgia

Photograph Created by the Historic American Engineering Record

Image Source = Library of Congress

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Reproduction Number = HAER GA,30-ATH.V,1–1

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That plant, according to the plaque in Ben Burton Park (the current use for the site) closed in 1964, having been in operation since 1896.–KRT

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In the Middle Oconee River,

closer to its normal state,

with many of its large rocks above water

(at least partially),

a small group of turtles sunned themselves

on two rocks as water cascaded

near them, flowing gloriously

in its river bed through Athens-Clarke County

then into the Oconee River proper,

through the County of Greene

and toward its ultimate fate,

the Atlantic Ocean.

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But, here and now, it is fun

to watch the water flow quickly

as turtles rest above it then reenter it unaided,

going where they will during their turtle lives,

perhaps oblivious to we humans observing them

from the bank, just glad to see them at a distance

as we enjoy nature quietly,

seeking  nothing in return,

but revering, each in our turn,

that which is free,

yet beyond price.

KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR

JUNE 24, 2013 COMMON ERA

Signs of Aging   Leave a comment

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Above:  The Author on Sunday Afternoon, June 16, 2013

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As the color of the hair

at my temples grows lighter,

as white hairs sprout from my chin,

I detect signs of aging,

the biological state I am in.

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As I think about it more all seems fair;

nothing could be righter,

for, as I ponder myself, Ken,

I realize that with age I am wiser,

that I have learned much from where I have been.

KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR

JUNE 17, 2013 COMMON ERA

Cooling Afternoon Rains   Leave a comment

Cooling afternoon rains

fall, yet not consistently,

providing times of downpour

separated by periods without

while flash flood alerts apply

to the local terrain.

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Flash floods and flash flood alerts aside,

this rain delights me to my core,

for regarding the fresh air flowing through the open windows

I would not dare (and do not want) to complain

and I know that higher temperatures will follow

soon and the hell of Summer will descend

upon us; such weather I cannot defend.

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For now, at least, I have cause to rejoice,

and so I thank God, upon whom I depend,

with the voice

of a pen.

KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR

JUNE 10, 2013 COMMON ERA

THE FEAST OF THE INAUGURATION OF THE PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH (U.S.A.), 1983

THE FEAST OF THE INAUGURATION OF THE UNITED CHURCH OF CANADA, 1925

THE FEAST OF SAINT EPHREM OF EDESSA, ROMAN CATHOLIC DEACON AND HYMN WRITER

THE FEAST OF SAINT LANDERICUS OF PARIS, ROMAN CATHOLIC BISHOP

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Early Morning Stillness   Leave a comment

As I write in a composition book

early in the morning,

thinking with a pen in one hand,

I revel in the stillness and silence of my home.

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The stillness and the silence

–precious commodities indeed–

nurture contemplation of matters

historical, theological, and spiritual.

On such a milieu I feed.

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The silence and the stillness

I need

to function as I ought,

to do what I should do,

to be the man I am here to be.

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So to excessive, continuous noise

I say, “Shoo!”

From it I flee

when I can and must do,

for one cannot listen to the silence

when one cannot hear it

and one cannot perceive silent wisdom

when the ears ears are filled with nonsense.

KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR

JUNE 8, 2013 COMMON ERA

Evening Showers   Leave a comment

Evening showers

ease the temperature outdoors,

flood some roads,

merely increase the flow of water in others,

and cause pleasant sounds

as rain falls upon the roof,

splashes in a puddle on an earthen floor,

and hits the asphalt and founds

a thin watery coat,

one regarding which I never sour.

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If I had my druthers,

more days would be like this:

pleasant, relatively cool,

with from the asphalt rising a gentle mist,

and quite comfortable.

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I prop open a door

and two back windows

to admit the fresh air.

This weather I adore;

I do not imagine I have erred.

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The green plants,

watered well by nature herself,

drink from the bountiful supply

and proceed to beautify

my home, this hill,

such that I, being still,

indoors, and surrounded by bookshelves,

look out a window

and see, not by chance,

a spectacular display

which causes joy to flow;

my spirit is at play.

KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR

JUNE 7, 2013 COMMON ERA

Mossy Bedrock   Leave a comment

At Ben Burton Park

creek water flows across bedrock,

cascading in a series of small waterfalls,

frequently over a bed

of moss greening the gray

rocks, keeping at bay

a localized,

monochrome reality

which, it is said,

does not provide a feast for the eyes.

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But the patches of moss,

well-watered islands of green

amid drab gray,

offer, it does seem,

a visual variety

of which some might say

one might feel inspired to write

a poem in praise thereof,

for the moss really is quite

a wonderful sight.

KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR

JUNE 4, 2013 COMMON ERA

Still Life   Leave a comment

My beloved has arranged

three yellow squashes,

two potatoes,

one butternut squash, and

an eggplant

on the dining table.

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Unfortunately, I,

just to use my seat

and eat

at my usual place,

have had to move

and rearrange them,

therefore altering the configuration.

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Neither of us has a suitable basket

in which to arrange the still life,

so any configuration will be,

I suppose, quite temporary;

such is its station.

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Once I had such a basket,

which spent too much time

useless in a closet.

So I removed it from a shelf

and donated it to a thrift store,

for the use of somebody else.

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Things are transitory.

Baskets, unused, I take away.

Food, although colorful and attractive,

does, in time, decay;

we must eat it soon.

But, for now, I am happy to say,

we can enjoy the sight

of a still life on the dining table.

The arrangement is, to my eyes,

a feast and a great boon,

and that is no false story.

KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR

MAY 31, 2013 COMMON  ERA