Monday, April 09, 2007
Sermons We See
Sermons We See
I'd rather see a sermon than hear one any day;
I'd rather one should walk with me than merely tell the way.
The eye's a better pupil and more willing than the ear,
Fine counsel is confusing, but example's always clear;
And the best of all the preachers are the men who live their creeds,
For to see good put in action is what everybody needs.
I soon can learn to do it if you'll let me see it done;
I can watch your hands in action, but your tongue too fast may run.
And the lecture you deliver may be very wise and true,
But I'd rather get my lessons by observing what you do;
For I might misunderstand you and the high advise you give,
But there's no misunderstanding how you act and how you live.
When I see a deed of kindness, I am eager to be kind.
When a weaker brother stumbles and a strong man stays behind
Just to see if he can help him, then the wish grows strong in me
To become as big and thoughtful as I know that friend to be.
And all travelers can witness that the best of guides today
Is not the one who tells them, but the one who shows the way.
One good man teaches many, men believe what they behold;
One deed of kindness noticed is worth forty that are told.
Who stands with men of honor learns to hold his honor dear,
For right living speaks a language which to every one is clear.
Though an able speaker charms me with his eloquence,
I say, I'd rather see a sermon than to hear one, any day.
Edgar Guest is one of my all time favorite poets. Matter of fact I have two first editions of his books of poetry. His works are real, regular and honest. Just the things that make it good.
On a different note...
Melanie goes in the morning to the Hospital to have the baby's heart rate checked, and then sees "Dr Doom" on Wednesday, (for that I pray his words be kind and not full of woe). Keep them in your prayers. Also Melanie and Casi are all feeling a bit overwhelmed today, three very large medical bills came in the mail this afternoon. So many worries for such a young couple.
It is a silent sort of morning, sitting next to the wood stove in my rocker, watching the birds outside my windo...