The Lines of Our Joy
Undoubtedly, no amount of writing
describes the unmeasured happy, leaping joy,
the loudly whooping folks and toys,
the happy days,
the mellow ways
the lays, the lines
streaming the tree of time,
doting time,
times of dreams
and dreams in dreams.
I’ll watch them laugh
all splayed with wishes and
ways of yuletide joy
in the measured time,
doting time,
dreams in tracks of time,
the happy days,
doting ways,
dipped in lays and lines
streaming the tree with times,
And no word or measure
defines our happy times and toys
nor the whistling tracks of our timeless joys.
Greetings from the booming metropolis that is Pleasant View, Tennessee. I am a man of constant spiritual highs and spiritual lows. I pray that I serve God at my highest even when I am lowest.
Ben was a founding member of Rambling Ever On and a regular contributor and editor until his untimely death in April 2020.
We wrote a tribute to him, but the best tribute you can give him would be to read all the wonderful poems, short stories, book reviews, theological essays, and ridiculous satire pieces he wrote for us. Pass them on to others and maybe allow Ben to inspire you to write something yourself.
Ben was a founding member of Rambling Ever On and a regular contributor and editor until his untimely death in April 2020.
We wrote a tribute to him, but the best tribute you can give him would be to read all the wonderful poems, short stories, book reviews, theological essays, and ridiculous satire pieces he wrote for us. Pass them on to others and maybe allow Ben to inspire you to write something yourself.
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