"Joyful Curmudgeon" An oxymoron?
No! I see all the beauty of God's creation and I'm joyful. At the same
time, I see all the suffering and corruption going on in the world, and feel
called to help expose and end it so that we may have true peace and compassion.
I found this poem in a book of religious poetry published in 1926. Gerald Gould (1885–1936) was an English writer.
There was a bright and happy tree;
The wind with music laced its boughs,
Thither across the houseless sea
Came singing birds to house.
Men grudged the tree its happy eves,
Its happy dawns of eager sound;
So all that crown and tower of leaves
They leveled with the ground.
They made an upright of the stem,
A crosspiece of a bough they made:
No shadow of their deed on them
The fallen branches laid.
But blithely, since the year was young
When they a fitting hill did find,
There on the happy tree they hung
The Savior of mankind.
For a large collection of poems and stories, visit:
http://www.all-creatures.org/poetrydir.html
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