“First they came for the Communists, but I was not a Communist so I did not speak out. Then they came for the Socialists and the Trade Unionists, but I was neither, so I did not speak out. Then they came for the Jews, but I was not a Jew so I did not speak out. And when they came for me, there was no one left to speak out for me.”

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

A part of me!

In the mid 1970's I purchased a blank book and I began to use it to write some things down which I had read at one place or another that I wanted to save.  As with many things I stopped writing in the book but I did find it the other day and so I have decided to share some of the things I had written in it over the next few weeks or so.  Here is the first - A poem by John D. Engle, Jr.


Sometimes I am overwhelmed
by the unutterable magic of things

the music water makes
as it flows

the way fire sings
as it eats away the wood,

the way a leaf clings
to its winter twig
and won't let go,

the way the night
draws rings
around the moon

and the way God brings
His blessings of beauty to the mind of man.

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