Wise Words

Good Evening,
My second post of today. I wrote this for my Grandfather. He was a man that didn't interact with me much as a child, but when he did say something it was often important. He taught my father many things and carpentry was one of them. I asked him once how he taught my Dad and how he made such beautiful things from wood. He just answered with a simple; " I told him and I listened." So I dedicate this poem to him. The man who learned by listening and taught by speaking.



Wise Words

Each single line a vein of life.
A telling tale of love and strife.
One map of life for all to see.
Of this wise man who studies me.

One line reflects his deepest loss
Of a love that shall not be begot.
A perfect love so pure of heart
Such devotion from the very start.

Another line exposes his sin,
One that's buried deep within
A life he took for country and king
An early death that he did bring.

The deepest line is how he lived.
This ancient man and how he gives
Even now with crippled limb
He tells of stories wrapped in him.

An eventful life in which he learned,
And fought, loved, lost and earned.
The best life lesson he says, "I heard."
Was the lesson of spoken word.

By Helen Stallard
June 14, 2014