J. Stephen Keller

Lorain, Ohio

J. Stephen Keller is a first class pilot of ships on the Great Lakes and he has spent time in the Navy, the Merchant Marine and other various jobs including making the donuts as his nickname Dunkin suggests. Whenever asked, "What's New?" he replies evenly "Hebrews 13:8" and his personal philosophy is: "Try to live each day as if it were your last, with honor, and nobility to your fellow man, be gracious and chivalrous to a fault."

And You Were There

When I was just , oh, but a thought,
You led me there to Earth.
And when I was just, so confused,
You showed me where to birth.

Born to man I grew up straight,
Floundering like all of the rest,
and you were there, and put me right
You've always known what's best.

I've seen you out of the corner,
Of an eye set to a task.
But when I looked more closely,
You'd left, before I could ask;

"Oh Lord, why all of this interest
in a nothing such as we,
and why give such compassion
to a sinner such as me?"

"Why is all mankind your choice,
To show your righteous way?"
And you were there when I moved on,
and turned my night to day.

The Ship of Souls

The vessel passes cross the moon, beyond my window sill,
She's masted, a square rigger, but no wind makes her sails fill.

No flag has she up on her stay, a pennant will suffice,
she's heaven bound, and laden down, but her cargo has no price.

Adventure is the larder, that crawls around her decks,
it's treasure that has more value, than the gold about some's necks.

No country has her registry, she belongs to none but God,
The Ship of Souls, no ballast holds, and nary a drunken sod.

The coarse she takes, her helmsman makes, upon a moon lit night.
The star she follows is nova bright, called the Way, the Truth, and the Light.

Entropy

Pain is such a transient state, that it barely
causes me pause, but to kiss its royal cheek.

At once I realize my plight, and forget its
insistent hassle as I become one with the all.

Darkness as thick as a cave at night,
I reach out, and find oblivion lurking about.

Madness encroaches like a leech, sucking
my life's forces from my soul in indecision.

Left, or right it doesn't matter because I am
lost. Lost, and never to be found wanting.

Who Cares, is my name for the next eternity,
and I Don't is my lovely new bride.

The quiet stillness of the never ending void,
nothing, and nowhere do I stand, alone...

All poems Copyright © 1996 J. Stephen Keller. All rights reserved.