COUNTRY ECHOES


| May/June 1978



R. R. 2, Brandon, Wisconsin 53919

Doesn't it feel good to be fresh out of the bathtub, your hair washed, and all set for Sunday? Of course, it is a bit odd to be doing this at 2:30 to 3:00 A.M. Sometimes the older you get the whackier you get, and I don't even live alone.

May I assure you I don't often regress to such behavior, but there are times when you just can't sleep, and I prefer doing something, anything, rather than just lying there getting more and more morbid. The winter has been long and cold, and in the deep of night there is a tendency to bring up too many things in our minds. I once wrote a poem entitled JOY COMES IN THE MORNING. I wonder if I can find it.

JOY COMES IN THE MORNING

Within this acred quietness has grown
The blades of unify, forever known
To God, but often spurned by foolish men.

How can divisiueness be pondered here?
The soul, in clearest intent seeks its own
Supernal offering, A Heart of Praise.

We raise soiled hands,
A whisper can be heard,
'Oh Lord, sent healing through the musicked bird.'
He has no tear to wipe because of sin,
He radiates with praise as days begin