Dr. Elbert R. Moses, Jr.

Prescott, Arizona

Born New Concord, Ohio, March 31,1908, son Elbert Raymond Sr. and Helen Martha (Miller); married Mary Miller Sterrett, Sept. 21,1933 (deceased Sept.1984); 1 child, James Elbert (deceased 1981) married Caroline Mae Entenman, June 19,1985; AB. U. Pittsburgh, 1932: MS U. Mich, 1934 PhD, 1936; taught at Ohio State University, Michigan Statem Eastern Illinois, Chm. Department of Speech and Dramatic Arts, Clarion University, Clarion PA; Fullbright in Philippines; LTC AUS-Ret;Writings include Phonetics: A History and Interpretation, Three Attributes of God, Adventure in Reasoning, Beating the Odds, In Pursuit of Life: Poetry: Most Consistent Golden Poet Of Nashville-by Entertainer Network of Nashville, and many other awards for poetry.

MAKE US PILGRIMS OF THE CROSS

Search our soul's sincere desires,

Save us from our doubts and fears,

Lead us through our toil and tears;

Make up Pilgrims of the Cross.

Lift our thoughts to Thee, O God,

Keep us in the path of light,

Help us feel They Holy Might;

Make us Pilgrims of the Cross.

Make our call of duty clear,

Give us strength to ever climb,

Claim us now as men of Thine;

Make us Pilgrims of the Cross.

Bless our praise to honor Thee,

Gird us with Thy saving grace.

Take us to Thy blessed place;

Make us Pilgrims of the Cross.

"TRUTH" (with an apology to Shakespeare)

To see, or not to see, that is the problem;

Whether 'tis easier in this life to suffer

The barbs and jabs of unthinking citizens,

Or to marshal your forces against your foes,

And by resisting stop them? To struggle to weep;

No more; and by struggle to say to assuage

The heartache and the thousand inward struggles

That man is heir to, 'tis culmination

Fervently to be desired. To struggle to weep;

To weep; maybe to think: ay, there's the rub;

For in the weeping that drowns the sorrow

When you succumb to life here on earth,

Must present our cause; There's truth's impact

That makes chaos of so long a life;

For who is left to bear the taunts and jibes of time,

The abuser of power, the educators pleas,

The pangs of trampled truth, the endless trails,

The decisions in smoke filled rooms and the cries

Of those unworthy to think.

Truth will out! Truth will out!

But what is to be, will be.

Just what is transpiring at the Congressional level in our government! I thought that this poem might be worth considering.

LIFE

Life that is full of hope
Has many of God's folk,
Life that is full of troubles,
May be fraught with transient bubbles.

It needs God's support,
To sustain and covet,
In a world where materialism is rampant,
And the Golden Rule is seldom used;
And where man is much abused.

Man is put on earth
With a purpose in his divine birth;
To help his fellowman;
To share his burden as best he can.