I have often wished that I was more of a wordsmith than I am, but unfortunately I am not. I am not sure, but I think it might have to do with having too many Presbyterian aquaintances. Go ahead, Google “Presbyterian Poetry”. Trust me, you will not find pages and pages of hits.
But just to show you that you can’t put Presbyterians in a box, along comes Tim Melton. The two poems that he has written at his site are probably two of the best poems I have read in a long time. I hope that he has more that he can share with the rest of us.
Here are a couple of samples to wet your appetite. The first is taken from the perspective of a dying maple leaf. The second is taken from the story of the man living among the tombs who is possessed by “legion”.
Click both links to read the full poems. You will definitely find it worth your while.
a poem by Tim Melton
I look beyond the rolling scene
Of nugget hills and brilliant earth painted with the hue of Autumn charms,
Red and Orange and Crimson Yellow splotched with fields of Green grass meadow
Sprinkled with their spotted Cattle and dotted bold with whitewashed Farms;
I see the beauty of redemption and what awaits me as I dangle
From the Ridge above the Valley,
I fear what lies below…
Crazy Bill: The Gerasene Demoniac Revisited
a poem by Tim Melton
I was only eight years old, when I first heard The Voices
Seductive whispers in the night,
Painted horror blinded light
Perversion led to dark delight
When I was just a boy of eight, and I first heard The Voices…
Did you appreciate them as much as I did? Let me know what you thought.
Michael Bell
Joshua Hearne
Tim Melton
Joel Black
