Oh, Snow Flakes
Glistening
Sharply
Never two-
Floating
Dashing
Swirling
Dancing
Never two-
Lightly
splash
Diminish
Forever
gone
Never
two-
Bob
Bear
15
December, 1973
Jesus
Loved-
Walked. . .
Taught. . .
Cried. . .
Loved-
Walked. . .
Taught. . .
Died. . .
Loves!
Bob
Bear
15
December, 1973
Epitaph to a Maple
Peacefully slumber mother
maple tree.
Much
life you’ve spent
Showing that beauty is free.
So
oft’ through the seasons you bent
With the call of brother
wind,
Listening
to dreams of untold animations.
Thank you.
Bob
Bear
15
December, 1973
Just You
Grasp not
For
it is not for you to understand.
You are a tool, an arm,
A
finger of God.
To comprehend all
You
lust for
And shall never attain.
It
is not for you.
Greater understanding
Brings
wealthier joys
And vast worldly wisdom
Multiplies
sorrow.
Rejoice that you
Are
part of a whole,
The entire being
God.
Be off then
Accomplish
your task, your service.
Worry not
Of
being simple.
But, remember this,
You
are part of a whole,
The entire being,
God.
Bob
Bear
22
January, 1974
Just a Note to Self
Weep, weep softly my soul.
You
speak
And no one listens,
Save,
the thirsty.
Let not the bitterness of
men harden thee.
Rejoice
in the Lord!
Take note,
He
cares.
Sweetly, quietly, lovingly,
Listen
to the pangs of depressed souls.
Gently, oh, so gently
Lift
broken hearts.
Be on guard my soul,
For
those who seek to destroy thee!
Watch.
The
Evil One creeps cautiously close.
Lift high thy joy
And
sing loud thy psalms
So that all may join
Thy
praises to God.
When another stumbles,
Stop.
Let him know God’s mercies
and love.
Do
so humbly, patiently.
When a loved one cries,
When
a stranger weeps,
When an enemy hurts
Give
of thyself.
Ponder naught of tomorrow.
Wonder
none of yesterday.
Today is of necessity.
Now
demands thy energies.
Have faith in all good.
Hope
for joy to all.
Work
For
a better world.
Weep, weep softly my soul.
Christ
spoke
And none listened,
Save,
the thirsty.
Carry on thy task
enthusiastically.
He
left you promises to share.
Strive for the Master who
comes.
So,
now, what will He find?
Bob
Bear
17
January, 1997
A Rhyme
Now is the acceptable time
For the penning of a rhyme
To tell of a hope for
tomorrow.
Yesterday brought much
sorrow.
Jesus died on
An effort to set all man free.
He broke the bondage of sin
and death.
Christ will give new breath.
You don’t have to be a slave
to sin.
All you must do is let Him
in
And direct a meager heart.
From then, a new heart
you’ll cart.
The Master will relieve your
hassle.
With Him but a tent is a
castle
And you are the keeper of
the house.
‘Til the Savior comes be
strong, yet humble as a mouse.
Eternity in heaven will be
your abode
After you journey life’s
road.
With Jesus steering at the
helm
You’ll be urged forward to a
perfect realm.
So, now take heart my friend
And let your will bend
To the sweet, tender, loving
call of Jesus,
‘Cuz he wants you in Glory
without a fuss.
Bob
Bear
18
January, 1974
Your Time on Earth
Listen now,
You
are about to embark on a journey.
Glad to hear you’re pleased.
However,
before you leave,
Perhaps some helpful
thoughts for preparation.
As you walk the corridors of
life
Pass
attentively.
Walk softly as a doe through
the forest
And
above all, rejoice.
You have been given a soul.
A season of infancy as a
prerequisite.
Creep
slowly at first.
Drink the simplicity of
existence.
Learn.
Never cease to wonder.
There will be a season of
youthfulness.
Here
travel vibrantly.
Enthusiasm must be employed.
Lunge.
Share your vitality.
Adulthood should be the
season that follows.
Settle
to a smoother pace then.
Forget not what knowledge
you’ve acquired.
Forgive.
Gather wisdom and use it.
The final season is being an
elder.
Crawl
slowly again for this.
Teach others what is of
value to life.
Rest.
Patience will be of great
wealth.
Ah, yes, a few questions to
ponder while living.
But,
remember, you will be called back to answer.
Did you enjoy the seasons?
Did
you make life worth living?
Are you prepared for the
hereafter?
Bob
Bear
17-19 January, 1974
Slumber
Slumber
Restless
eyes and
Remember
What
you’ve said
To me this day.
The trees were bare
Against
a sad solemn sky
Though the birds of air
Darted
in visual poetry,
Seizing the heavens.
Now,
Pocket
this in the gallery
Of the mind to show
On
the stage of fantasy
As my anatomy is in repose.
Bob
Bear
24
January, 1974
My Friend, My Brother
Come, let me listen to you,
oh wind.
Whisper to me the thoughts
of your heart.
Tell me of places you have
been,
Of beauty you have seen,
Of glad tidings you’ve
heard.
Let me taste the freshness
of distant lands.
Let me see the dancing
flowers as you advance.
Let me smell the fragrance
of sweet nectars you carry.
Let me hear the soothing
rustle of leaves as you walk.
Let me feel your gentle
caress.
You are a mighty servant of
our Father.
You hold the birds upon your
breath.
You are of great strength,
as to uproot the jungles of man.
Still, you are gentle, as to
carefully place a
dandelion offspring upon its new home.
Surely, you know all secrets
of the world.
Yes, your sorrows are many
And your grievances most
profound
For you have traveled all
the earth.
Your journey has been since
the foundation of the world.
Time has no meaning to you,
only seasons.
Come, oh wind, let us reason
together.
Let us work together.
Let us live in harmony.
I do not wish to harm you.
I do not wish to take you
for granted.
Please, wait one moment my
friend before you travel on.
Take a message for me to all
things,
To the seas and oceans,
lake, rivers, and ponds,
To all valleys, hills,
plains, and mountains,
To all grasses, flowers,
trees, and plants.
Speak to all of mankind.
Nay, speak it to all who
will listen.
Tell them I care.
Warn them of the criminal
exploits of man against nature.
But please, please tell them
some of us humans
share their sorrows and burdens.
Now, move along swiftly my
brother.
Forgive me, I did not wish
to delay you.
Shhhsh, sweet wind, let me
cry alone.
For too I hold the joys and
worries of your heart.
You see, I love you, my
friend, my brother.
Bob
Bear
16
January, 1974
Question Naught
Why?
I cannot understand.
But, my soul cries!
What?
I cannot utter.
But, my essence inquires!
When?
I cannot see.
But, my mind wonders!
How?
It eludes me.
But, my spirit scans!
Why
Does the sun rise?
Does time pass?
What
Causes the birds to sing?
Makes the wind blow?
Where
Is the end of the heavens?
Lies the depth of the soul?
When
Will time cease?
Is now?
How
Does the brain think?
Do stars shine?
Why
What
Where
When
How
I am my Lords
And my Lord is mine.
He is all.
Why?
My soul is comforted
For He understands.
What?
My essence speaks
For He answers.
Where?
My heart is filled
For He knows.
When?
I will see
In His own time.
How?
I grasp
For He fathoms.
Bob
Bear
20-21
January, 1974