Beanery Online Literary Magazine

October 16, 2008

QUINTESSENCE

BEANERY ONLINE LITERARY MAGAZINE

QUINTESSENCE

Robert A. Woodall

 

A miller’s wheel beside the stream

to catch a waterfall

Is all that tells the fields around

were once, with grain, grown tall.

Now asphalt intercepts the rain

and sun and wind-spread seed.

There’s no place left for nature here,

we had a greater need.

For concrete, plastic, glass, and steel,

a million feet of board.

Machinery fills the valley now

where once the eagle soared.

 

Is heaven gone, the garden lost,

or someday will we see

Wild flowers grow and birds renew

their song of praise for Thee?

 

ADDITIONAL READING:

IT WAS MEANT TO BE: A Meeting with Travelers from the Netherlands

LOSS AND LOVE

I BELIEVE GOD INVENTED DANCING

THE CORPSE FLOWER (Amorphophallus titanum)—A WOLF IN SHEEP’S CLOTHING-Is in Bloom

RAINBOW’S END Part 1

FAITH THROWN OVERBOARD

THE LEGACY FROM MY EDITORS

DOES EXAGGERATING THE TRUTH CREATE GOOD STORIES?

DRESSING FOR BLESSING: GOD AND FASHION Part 1

ON THE EVE OF 27

CHURCH SUED FOR FUNERAL DEMONSTRATIONS

BEAR STORIES ACROSS THE NATION

LEAF-PEEPING: Autumn Leaves