Jack Anderson

Laredo, TX, USA

I am not gifted enough to sit down and write a poem upon request. What I write is of inspiration whenever the lines come to me. Presently, I am writing a book under Holy Spirit inspiration about a very important decision (Eternity choice)! I spent the greater part of my career in the Medical Field; approx. 20 years working in a drug store. I assisted in a Doctor's Office Pharmaceutical Business, as a Representative Sales Coordinator and Company Vice President. I was a Medical Corpman with the 1st Marine Div. World War II. I survived three combat invasions. Although I miss living near my 5 daughters, they all live close to each other and their mother in Wayne, MI. I cherish the decision, responding to our Lords call to serve him. I've spent the past six years in Mexico on staff at Calvary Ministerial Inst. in El Carmen N.H., Mexico. I'm also a member of the Missionary Revival Crusade—Missionarys Serving Our lord through out the world.

REVELATION

Attractive and most beautiful lady,
Show me your heart
And I will show you my love.
Flatter me with your beauty,
And I will pass you by.

Attractive and beautiful lady
Reveal your spirit that I may know you.
Hide behind your attractiveness,
And I will leave you
To your admirers.

Truly, your beauty and attractiveness
Intimidate me,
It is the honesty of your spirit
That will capture me
And ignite

A mutual love and ecstasy
That we can grow on,
My love cannot and will not stand alone.
Show me your heart
And I will give you my love.

THE FIGHT

Once again I push aside this stain
Of fallen tears - we've fought again!
Will I ever find peach with my love.

You chase me away
And I return to hurt and be hurt again,
We don't have much time!

Now you must go.
Will you ever return?
Will I ever see you again?

I remember the loving embrace
When we said goodbye
And your questioning eyes asking the same old

What have I done?
What have you done?
Why did we fight?

I don't remember.
Only the memory of painful tears
Tells me that we fought again.

THE BROWN PAPER BAG

I must go now... My once little girl is putting all her worldly possessions Into a brown paper bag. She is leaving me, I fear. I must go now... In search of love. What can I say to this young woman who wants to love And be loved? Do you say "Wait" You'll find it here, right here... Wait I hold back the tears That might scar our "last goodbye" She'll be back, of course, to say "Hello"... And then "Goodbye", again. But, as I watch her clutch The brown paper bag. As she prepares to leave, I wonder if things will ever, ever be the same. Is this what it's all about? Is that all there is to it? My eyes water as I watch her Get into the battered car. I want to scream: "Come back... Come back, you'll find it here! But then, I am serene again, For my heart tells me: somewhere... sometime... someone... I wonder if she'll ever know How much of me She carries In her brown paper bag.

GOOD BYE

Toning again I cried for you,
Why haven't you heard my plea?
There will be no more tears for you.

I have put to sleep those tears
That have tried my soul through days and nights
Passed without hope.

Good nigh and good bye sweetheart
I will cry no more for you.

CLOUDS

My Secret hiding place my dreams, my hopes,
My darkest moments,
Are all entwined in that mass of fantasy.

TEARS

My young boy offers a prayer: God spare my tears,
Let me be a big man that I may cry no more...

Oh, Lord, my God, please reverse that prayer.
Let me be that boy who can cry and wash away the Hurts
Of yesteryears that try my soul.

No, I'm not a big man,
Nor a small man,
Just a simple man
In need of tears
That wipe away the pains
Of yesteryears.

Dew drops give radiance to the beautiful red rose,
It's misty blush gives cleansing assurance
That the dawn of this day
Is the dawn of hope.

Oh, that my face could have this cleansing assurance!
Like the Spring rain, let the tear drops
Trickle down my face that I may be a little boy again,
Happy because the hurts have washed away.