Category: Poetry

Lord, I shall never forget,
That day you raised me from that awful pit.

That place I ran to with desperate glee,
Only to realize it was a trap set for me.

The bait smelled sweet and seemed enticing,
All it needed to do was look inviting.

One taste, and downwards I fell,
Stuck deep inside, grasping towards hell.

I was buried like dirt that was ever so dry,
But your spirit surrounded me, and I started to cry.

I couldn’t help but weep where I lay,
As it poured, the more I became as soft clay.

My heart eased up, and the rest of me did follow,
It made that deep pit suddenly seem shallow.

You lifted me up and did so much more,
Through every chain around me, you lovingly tore.

Even though I was a softened mess of a man,
You solidified me and helped me realize that you had a plan.

I was never meant for a pit, buried in despair,
It was the enemy’s devious trap, but nothing you couldn’t repair.

It was a lesson for what I would one day become,
Brilliantly watering me, so that I might blossom.

So that I could teach others that if you follow a lie,
Your life can become brittle, as your heart turns dry.

But even if your life becomes chapped from tasting sin,
Jesus will gladly water you, so you can be born again.

That is the beauty of becoming like the soft clay,
You just add some tears, and let God lead the way.

Receiving His Word, and allowing it to nourish,
Suddenly, everything becomes possible and you begin to flourish.

You become a new creation, molded by the Master’s Hand.
Then when the fire hits you, it makes you firm so you can withstand.

The enemy’s tricks soon lose their appeal,
Old boring games, that become hard to conceal.

You may have clutched at them once, but not anymore,
Instead, a new journey begins, and like an eagle you soar.

No reason to turn back or worry about your past,
Let your spiritual enemies wallow in it, until into the fire and brimstone they are cast.

Just remember to allow God’s Word to continually water your clay heart,
He resides in it, and will never depart.

Jesus is the Potter and we are His clay,
Stay soft to Him, and faithfully allow Him to have His way.

Psalm 40:1-2 To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. I waited patiently for the LORD;And He inclined to me, And heard my cry. He also brought me up out of a horrible pit, Out of the miry clay,
And set my feet upon a rock, And established my steps.

Jeremiah 18:2-6 “Arise and go down to the potter’s house, and there I will cause you to hear My words.” Then I went down to the potter’s house, and there he was, making something at the wheel.And the vessel that he made of clay was marred in the hand of the potter; so he made it again into another vessel, as it seemed good to the potter to make. Then the word of the LORD came to me, saying: “O house of Israel, can I not do with you as this potter?” says the LORD. “Look, as the clay is in the potter’s hand, so are you in My hand, O house of Israel!

All was peaceful in the Garden of Eden,
A beautiful union between God and man was woven.

But things don’t always happen as we would like them to in life,
A devious serpent subtly spoke an enticing lie to Adam’s wife.

It was Lucifer’s own desire to “be like God”, that led to his fall,
Soon, he would be reduced to even more, and forced to crawl.

So at the Tree of Life, the woman, and Adam too, was deceived,
The relationship between God and man was severed, and a curse was received.

But with this curse, a promise was given,
A savior would come, so our transgressions could be forgiven.

This Man would be despised and rejected of men,
Yet, He would still love them, and come to free them from their sin.

He would be wounded for their transgressions, and by His stripes they would be healed.
All He asked for was their faith in Him, so unto death He could be their shield.

A suffering servant who would come to lead the way,
So we could be fully restored to our Loving God one day.

Many years later, Emmanuel was born in a manger,
“God with us” had arrived to rescue us from danger.

He would show us how to overcome a world of sin,
And offer us a fresh start by allowing us to be born again.

At His weakest point, He took on Satan, while armed as The Word,
He showed how darkness flees when Truth is heard.

He took on twelve apostles, to teach them them what to say,
And brought forth miracles, while teaching us how to pray.

Truly, He brought goodness into a fallen world in need of hope and love,
Also, sending His Holy Spirit that descended from heaven like a dove.

He brought us everything we could possibly need,
But evil crept forward, and thus was planned a terrible deed.

Judas conspired with the chief priests, to turnover the One whom was sent to deliver,
His treacherous price against innocent blood; thirty pieces of silver.

At the last Passover, Jesus sat with the twelve He had adopted,
Fully aware, that by one of them a devious plan had been concocted.

He would dip the bread into the dish, and offer the sop to the one would betray Him,
Judas, the willful recipient of this transgression, allowing Satan to enter him, and turning his future grim.

Despite the evil deed, the Lord shared a supper with his friends and sang a hymn,
Sharing His body and blood, for the remission of our sin.

Soon after, Jesus told Peter he would deny Him three times before the cock would crow.
Peter, couldn’t believe it, but did it thrice, just as he heard the cock’s bellow.

On to the Mount of Olives, at the Garden of Gethsemane, Jesus went to pray,
A request for the cup to pass over Him, while sweating blood, over the price He was about to pay.

Soon a multitude would arrive, and Judas betrayed the Lord with a kiss,
As Christ was arrested, Peter swung at the ear of Malchus and did not miss.

One last miracle before He was to be taken away,
The ear touched by God’s love and healed, despite the hearts of those who sought to betray.

Taken to Caiaphas, where the scribes and the elders would assemble,
Despite two false witness, our Lord did not tremble.

Accused of blasphemy, and determined to be worthy of death was their command,
Many spat, buffeted, and abused Him with the palm of their hand.

Taken to Pilate to be judged one last time,
Pilate considered the matter, but could find no crime.

He gave the people two options to choose,
Free Barrabas, a notable prisoner, or Jesus, who when suggested, received boos.

The chief priests and elders convinced the people of a lie,
And so it was set, Barrabas would go free, and Jesus would die.

Soldiers stripped Him down, gave him a scarlet robe, and a crown of thorns that pierced His head.
Thy mocked and smote Our Lord, wanting Him to be dead.

Onward to Golgotha, the place of the skull,
While given vinegar mingled with gall.

A sign proclaiming “ This is Jesus, The King of the Jews” hung over Our Lord’s head,
So the people would mock Him as they read.

Hung on a cross between two thieves worthy of death.
One of them would confess Jesus with his last breath.

Mocked by the people until the ninth hour,
Soon it would be time for Jesus to die, and reveal God’s power.

Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani, was cried out with a loud voice,
With one last cry, Jesus yielded up His Spirit by choice.

The veil of the temple was instantly torn in half, as the earth quaked and the rocks shook,
Many saints arose from their graves, into the holy city for those to see who would look.

The centurion, and those who crucified Jesus were suddenly awed,
Coming to understanding, that this truly was the Son of God.

After these events, Joseph of Arimathaea approached Pilate for the body of the One who had been slain,
Unto him, Christ’s body was delivered, dressed in clean linen, and carefully placed in a tomb where it was expected to remain.

The chief priests and pharisees once again came together, before Pilate, with a request.
Guard the tomb for three days so the disciples couldn’t steal the body was what they did suggest.

Mary Magdalene and the other Mary came to the the tomb where Jesus’ body did rest, just after the sabbath day.
Suddenly the earth shook and the stone blocking the tomb was rolled away.

Both Marys looked up and realized they were not alone,
Suddenly seeing, an angel of the Lord had come to move the stone.

The angel encouraged the women to be brave,
And gave them the news that Jesus had risen from the grave.

Into the city, they were sent to the disciples with great news,
Once again, they would meet Jesus and be taught how to walk in His shoes.

The eleven went into Galilee where Jesus had first appointed them,
Reunited with their master, and joyfully worshiping Him.

With one last lesson to all of them,
Go ye into all the world and preach the Gospel to all nations. Amen.

Matthew 28:18-20 And Jesus came and spake unto them, saying, All power is given unto me in heaven and in earth. Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost: Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and, lo, I am with you alway, even unto the end of the world. Amen.

Life can be scary and filled with confusion,
It is often incredibly hard to come to a conclusion.

Simple matters complicated by the unknown,
I find myself crying out for the right path to be shown.

There are many times I follow a guess down a fiery path,
I may be looking for peace, but often what I find is wrath.

I went left, when I should have went right,
I didn’t know, and it brought me to a fight.

I’m tired of the battles that I never went looking for.
It’s like there is one waiting behind every door.

The world is filled with traps disguised as fun,
Often pulling the trigger just to find out it’s a loaded gun.

I am a mortal being drifting through a fallen world,
Holding on tight so I won’t be grabbed and suddenly hurled.

Through the years I have learned to accept that there is much I cannot control.
The good comes, but the bad will also show up and take its toll.

This may all sound bad, like all is lost,
The ups and downs have certainly had their cost.

But I am thankful for each and every curve,
Every bit of pain that has shot up a nerve.

You see, God uses all these things to teach me to be wise,
When I learn to turn my days over to Him, He becomes my eyes.

He knows what is ahead, and the mistakes I will make.
He is already prepared when I’m ready to break.

The traps my be sprung, and weapons aimed at me may fire,
But His Hand is in front of me, blocking it all as I tire.

All I need to do is have faith in who He is, and be willing to yield,
Allowing Him to do His thing, and become my shield.

I do not have to worry about what shall come tomorrow,
He has plenty of grace that He will gladly let me borrow.

He will guide my steps through the most dangerous places,
Meticulously intervening as my pumping heart races.

I truly have nothing that I need to fear,
Because the condition of my life is under His care.

Just as the birds are fed by His great love,
So He feeds my soul, like a hungry dove.

The truth is not a day goes by that I don’t make a mistake,
Often wishing that I could go back and do a retake.

It often feels painful, but He has never refused me His grace,
Picking me up, dusting me off, and sending me to a better place.

I shall trust Him when life challenges my mind.
I shall trust Him no matter what unexpected peril I find.

He is always ahead of me, so I will keep pushing ahead.
Keeping my faith in Him, and allowing myself to be led.

Psalm 32:8 I will instruct thee and teach thee in the way which thou shalt go: I will guide thee with mine eye.

Matthew 6:33-34 But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you. Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.

When I was a child, I feared the night,
Thoughts of monsters gave me chilling fright.

Were they patiently lurking under the bed?
I had to protect myself by pulling the covers over my head!

Could they be in the closet ready to pounce as I walked by?
Better to lie in bed paralyzed than risk it and die!

Years passed, and I thought that none of the monsters ever got me.
But they did, because the fear that was inflicted kept me from feeling free.

The REAL monsters weren’t trying to eat me or grab me as I walked by,
They wanted me terrified by a grand lie.

A belief that a creature I had never seen had deadly power over my life.
Traumatizing my mind, as it intimidated me like a thief holding a knife.

The truth is that monsters really do exist, but not as many believe.
They are fallen spirits distorted by their own failures, and looking to deceive.

Their hope has been dissolved into burning ash,
Their “leader” struck down to earth with a sudden crash.

They took a chance and gambled it all,
They bet it all on black, but red won, and so came their fall.

They restlessly wander the world hoping to latch on to me and you,
Viciously looking for someone to devour is what they try to do.

They are blind and lost, offering their rot to others as a decoy,
Their deadly gifts offering an artificial high, but never heartfelt joy.

They may let out a roar to try to make us shiver and shake,
But their power entirely rests on the decisions we make.

We are lifted up above them, in Christ, and have nothing to fear.
Spread the Word, because victory can reach everyone when we share.

More than conquerors, marching into battle as we sing.
Men and women, led by a Glorious King.

If the monsters try to confound you with their evil wit,
Proclaim your Lord, and remind them their future is the pit.

You don’t need to argue with them or try to make your case,
Use your authority in Jesus to quickly put them in their place.

The truth is that when you boldly speak God’s Word,
They are the ones who are scared by what is being heard.

Their terror is the Truth that they can never escape.
A determined ending, perfectly taking shape.

So do not worry about scary monsters, even those under the bed,
Focus on the King who hung on the cross and willingly bled.

He died once for us all, and rose on the third day.
And no monster will ever have the power to take His beautiful gift to us away.

Luke 10:17-20 And the seventy returned again with joy, saying, Lord, even the devils are subject unto us through thy name. And he said unto them, I beheld Satan as lightning fall from heaven. Behold, I give unto you power to tread on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy: and nothing shall by any means hurt you. Notwithstanding in this rejoice not, that the spirits are subject unto you; but rather rejoice, because your names are written in heaven.

I thought I had it all figured out,
A life of brisk decisions, without any doubt.

I did what I wanted, and enjoyed the exhilaration of each game,
If something went wrong, I could just shift the blame.

The greater the risk, the deeper I was pulled,
Invincible forever, even when I grow old.

The wisdom of others fired at me with great care,
The more they screamed, the more it felt like a dare.

Who were these people to tell me my path was wrong?
Who were they to tell me my ideas didn’t belong?

Their ancient wisdom felt like foolishness to me.
Expired like a ship capsized in a raging sea.

Why not surrender your counsel and join me instead?
Everyday a wicked party, living it up until we are dead!

Then it hit me. I realized the pleasure I sought was really a great chain,
It held me in a dark place, while it slowly seeped into my brain.

But that is not the great prize that the darkness sought,
For my heart was why this battle was being fought.

When I finally realized the danger that had been rotting me,
My reality snapped, and I crashed down to one knee.

I was unarmed for a battle, with no strategy to win.
The enemy demanding surrender because of my sin.

I had reached the lowest depth of my life,
My mind shredded like paper cut with a sharpened knife.

At my dark place, I was exactly where I needed to be.
If I had not made it here, the wisdom that was shared, I would never see.

I was broken, but it was the best thing that could have happened to me.
It was time to surrender, but to the Champion who would set me free.

I was too weak to do what needed to be done on my own,
Except falling to my face, and earnestly crying to atone.

My prayerful cry pierced the sound of the enemy’s taunting voice,
The heavens opened up, and I was given a better choice.

I could continue down the path of destruction and doom,
Or the Champion could fight within my heart, so my soul would bloom.

I chose wisely, and that moment I felt a Great Light enter into me,
I was still broken, but I was also made free.

Years have now past, and I am broken, but better than ever before.
The enemy still nips at my heels, but cannot enter through my heart’s door.

My Champion holds the key, and guards my heart each day,
I shall give Him the glory, and follow Him into eternity down the narrow way.

Matthew 7:13-14 Enter ye in at the strait gate: for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in thereat: Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it.

1 John 1:9 If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.

I have lived a life full of bad choices and pain,
Filled with beliefs that sometimes crippled my brain.

They were often painful lies that I wanted to believe,
Even beautiful truth was oftentimes hard to receive.

Sometimes the poisons of life felt good and made me want take a sip,
But in the end, it led me on an increasingly deadly trip.

It’s easy to get buried by the things that matter the least,
Letting dangerous ideas grow into a horrifying beast.

It clutches at you and tries to hold you to the ground,
Roaring at your mind, as it makes your heart pound.

Life has taught me not to fear the beast’s roar.
We just look to God, and our life will begin to soar.

Like a shooting star, falling, and then being hurled back into space.
He takes our worst failures, and puts them in their place.

What seems like the end, becomes a new beginning,
Old wounds suddenly begin to heal, and we are soon winning.

The trials we endured bring courage and wisdom,
And briskly paint a map towards a beautiful kingdom.

Life is not always pretty, and often leaves a hideous scar,
But one day we will look back, and realize it has taken us far.

We all exist within a fallen world that is often brutal and cruel,
However, that which in broken can be fixed with the right Tool.

We keep looking to Our Lord with childlike trust,
Being shielded in faith, because it’s an absolute must.

With resilience we walk forward down a fiery path,
Fully insulated from the flames of God’s wrath.

We realize that trusting in Him was all we needed to do,
When we reach that point, those flames now protect me and you.

The weapons of this world may intimidate us with their might,
But will not prosper, as the Spirit takes over the fight.

Our lives will be ignited by God’s Hand,
New beauty in us will rigorously expand.,

Like a glistening star, our lives will truly shine,
Bursting with brilliance, and fruitful like wine.

Just remember that as long as there is breath inside,
We can continue to grow in Him when we abide.

He will light up our lives and give us new hope,
He will gives us vision beyond the reach of a telescope.

He will gently guide us as we learn to spark,
Then use us to start wildfire in places we embark.

That which held us down in the past shall have power no more,
A precious crown will be given for that which we were able to endure,

We will be lifted up, in Christ in the heaven’s above,
And comforted with everlasting warmth from the Father’s love.

Ephesians 2:6 And hath raised us up together, and made us sit together in heavenly places in Christ Jesus:

James 1:12 Blessed is the man that endureth temptation: for when he is tried, he shall receive the crown of life, which the Lord hath promised to them that love him.

I woke up this morning with a smile on my face,
My heart merrily beating at a steady pace.

As I stepped out of bed, and my feet reached the floor,
My heart whispered to me that “ soon it would be time to explore.”

I dressed up in some of my favorite clothes,
A hat on my head, down to the shoes covering my toes.

The time had come to cross the threshold of my front door,
Out into the unpredictable wild, to behold things I had never experienced before.

So I stepped out on to my porch with a heart full of glee,
Excited for what was coming that would allow me to feel free.

Where would I go? What would I see? Who would I meet?
Only time would solve this mystery, and all I needed to do was move my feet.

The moment had come, and I took that first stride.
An encouraging wind at my back. A warm gentle breeze for me to ride.

It propelled me forward into a forest of green wonder,
No power on earth could force this beautiful feeling asunder.

Even though I had walked through this place before,
Its changing beauty had given me new things to adore.

The birds were a different kind and so was their song,
And I don’t remember the tree branches being this long

The bushes and plants were in the same place as before,
But their blooming flowers had my senses wanting more.

After soaking in the wonders of this beautiful place,
The breeze picked up again, and made my heart race.

Its soft,warm grip pushing me forward to something new,
Gently tapping my shoulder, as to give me a clue.

Again, it took me to a place I had beheld in my past,
But this time, the beauty seemed much more vast.

A peaceful lake hidden cozily in the middle of nowhere,
Jagged rocks, tall weeds, and old broken branches covering its shore.

There were more birds in the trees with their own unique song,
Fish swimming and leaping, as if they were dancing along.

Furry animals watching carefully from the safety of their home,
Steadfastly guarding their young, as I curiously continued to roam.

Once again I felt the warm breeze and its gentle gust,
Moving onward to the next destination was an absolute must.

Through the trees, and over a bridge that led me to a city street,
People everywhere that I couldn’t wait to meet.

I didn’t know any of them by name,
Or even from where any of them came.

Each one beautiful in their own unique way,
Living, loving, laughing as they carried on with their day.

Just like the birds, they had their own songs to sing,
Beautifully created; filled with something wondrous to bring.

With one last firm gust, the breezed carried me back to my front door,
I stepped through, and smiled as my shoes met the welcoming floor.

Just then, I heard one last song that made my day feel complete,
It was the breeze howling from outside, and it matched my heart beat.

I thought about it briefly and realized that this was gift from above.
Given by the Creator and wrapped with His amazing love.

Amos 4:13 For, lo, he that formeth the mountains, and createth the wind, and declareth unto man what is his thought, that maketh the morning darkness, and treadeth upon the high places of the earth, The LORD, The God of hosts, is his name.

Mark 14:9 Verily I say unto you, Wheresoever this gospel shall be preached throughout the whole world, this also that she hath done shall be spoken of for a memorial of her.

At the house of Simon the Leper in Bethany,
Jesus sat at the table, and a woman appeared before thee.

He sat at the host’s table before the prepared meat,
Then something astonishing happened with how the woman chose to greet.

She took an alabaster box with a precious spikenard ointment,
Then broke it to anoint the head of the one God the Father had sent.

Soon the time would come for Christ to die at Calvary,
The oil was for the burial of the One who would set us free!

With indignation, His disciples spoke with unwarranted haste,
Exclaiming that the use of the expensive oil was a waste.

For it could have been sold for three hundred pence and given to the poor,
So they murmured against against the woman, whose heart was on Jesus whom she sought to adore.

Instantly, Jesus brought their folly to a halt,
Explaining to the men whom her actions did exalt.

For the poor would be with them always,
But He would be taken from them in the coming days.

Anointed in preparation for His willing death and burial to redeem us from our fall.
A sacrifice of ointment in honor of a sacrifice to us all.

Because of her good deed in anointing our Savior,
Jesus declared a statement of favor.

Wherever in the world where the Gospel is shared,
Her actions will also be a spoken of as a memorial of how she cared.

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As I wrote this, one of the things that caught my attention is how what this woman is doing for Jesus is being reflected through both Jesus and the woman, and this is also how she is given favor. She is making a sacrifice, just as Jesus is about to sacrifice himself. She is preparing Him for a memorial that is to come, and His declaration is the same for her in that where the gospel is preached, this will also be remembered as a memorial to her.

Another thing that stood out is that during this encounter, the disciples are upset about this because of the money they could’ve sold the perfume for (Mark 14:4). The next event following this immediately turns to Judas betraying Jesus for money (Mark 14:10-11).

There are millions of zombies who dwell in the realm of the dead,
And in it there was one special zombie named Zed.

Now everybody knows that if a zombie kills you,
Your body will transform and you will become one too.

You see, Zed used to be just like you and me,
A human with purpose who loved to be free.

But something happened to him that wasn’t expected,
In the graveyard, a zombie killed him and his life was redirected.

He fell to ground with agony and pain,
His mind was transformed as he went insane.

But with this story there is a great surprise,
Something inside Zed couldn’t be overtaken, and it was about to arise.

It was the slightest glimmer of hope and wonder,
Not even death could drive it asunder.

It was ever so faint, but regardless it was there,
And into Zed’s inner-self, something magic he did hear.

It was calling out to him and saying that all was not lost,
Zed was determined to follow the voice, no matter the cost.

He was driven into the dark woods, and sat beneath a tree,
But you will never guess what he was about to see.

A wise grey owl suddenly did appear,
He sat on Zed’s shoulder and whispered in his ear.

He told Zed that he must find the wondrous great light,
And when he discovers it, the darkness inside him it will fight.

And as quickly as the wise old owl did appear,
He spread his wings and flew into the night air.

Zed wondered to himself where he could find this great light,
And until he could find it, the darkness inside him he would fight.

He walked all night throughout the earth’s surface,
And the more he walked, the more he found his purpose.

Soon the sun was about to shine and all the zombies would have to go and hide,
But before it could arise a different light would shine, and inside Zed it did reside.

It was that glimmer of hope and wonder that Zed had felt before,
But now it was something infinitely more.

It was Zed’s will to once again live and be free from death’s grip,
The more his desire surged, the greater the light did rip.

It blossomed and it burned through death’s dark chain,
It started up from the foot, through the heart, and into his brain.

It was a minute later and a few seconds more,
The darkness inside Zed was completely tore.

He had passed from death’s darkness into life’s light,
Once again he was human, for he hand conquered the night.

But the story was not over for Zed,
For he was given a special gift to take back to the realm of the dead.

You see, once you have defeated death, it can never have power over you again,
He took this gift to other zombies so they could once again be women and men.

The zombies saw Zed coming, but because of life’s gift they could not touch him,
His shared his gift with all, and a small light did appear in all of them.

Some of the zombies twitched and twisted,
The most vile of them even resisted.

But in many of the zombies the light grew and grew,
Once again they were human, as the darkness completely withdrew.

The war wages on between the great wondrous light and the dark,
But to the zombies, the light will forever embark.

So never give up hope in anyone or anything,
Because you just never know when and what that wondrous light will bring.

Twas the day before Thanksgiving, deep in the field,
There was a proud turkey that could never be killed.

Every year the mighty hunter would try to make him his dinner,
But always in these battles the turkey was the winner.

This year was no different than any other time,
For to this fine turkey, killing him would be a crime.

The hunter came with his usual tricks and his loaded gun,
But this year the turkey decided to have some fun.

The hunter set out his treacherous traps baited with seed,
The turkey had other plans and was sure he would succeed.

He danced around the around the trap that was neatly disguised,
For many turkeys this would never be advised.

The hunter could not understand the turkey’s odd behavior,
All he knew was that for this fowl he did savor.

He ran at the turkey as swift as he could go,
The turkey stuck out his foot and made him fall in the snow.

The hunter picked himself up but the turkey pecked his heels,
Again the hunter fell which gave the turkey some thrills.

The determined hunter felt great pain and tremendous peril,
He knew he had only one chance, and loaded his barrel.

BANG! BANG! He chased the turkey through the field,
But the turkey had one last great weapon to yield.

You see, turkeys are very fast and wise,
And for the great hunter he had a surprise.

He pulled a single feather from his plume with pride,
A grey one he picked, and down the hunter’s tummy it did slide.

The hunter once again fell to the ground, but with a laugh and a giggle,
The turkey made the feather continue to wiggle.

The hunter laughed and laughed with great glee,
He couldn’t take it anymore and let out a plea.

He said that if the turkey would stop the fun,
He would forever surrender his gun.

The turkey agreed to the hunters fine deal,
And lifted the feather to see what it might reveal.

The hunter stayed true to his word,
He shook the turkey’s wing and departed from the bird.

Now in all life’s situations there is a lesson to be learned,

Don’t mess with wisdom or you will surely get burned.

You see the turkey had grey feathers for a good reason,
He had lived through the hunters attacks every holiday season.

With age comes knowledge and experience, which makes one wise,
Ask any of your elders as they speak and you will see the truth in their eyes.

But there is more to this story that you must understand,
The turkey had a family and with them a future planned.

He knew that it was important to push forward and survive,
Just as the turkey, we all should strive.

Every year the hunter returns to the field, but without his gun,
He visits the turkey so they can talk and have fun.

The hunter learned that he gained something greater than a meal,
For he had a new buddy. He even put turkey in his will.

As I end this poem, I have one very last thing to say,
Take the time to cherish each and every day.

You never know when the hunter might gain wisdom as well,
This has been the reason that many have fell.

Be wise and be swift when trouble arises,
And always be ready for any surprises.

In all good things remember to cherish,
Hold them in your heart and they will never perish.

Just as the turkey held his family in his heart,
This is what made the victorious turkey so smart.

Have a Happy Thanksgiving and Holiday Season.