Shannon Thomas Casebeer
Cold, Colder, Coldest!
Here's hoping we can all warm up
& find peace during the
When those about us languish
In a sullen sea of doubt,
And the whole world seems in anguish,
And hope, nowhere about;
Its then faith burns most brightly
With conviction’s brilliant glow,
While fears retreat contritely,
Vanquished by the confidence we know.
For our hope is not in inner strength,
Nor conceit at honors won.
Our valor, not doomed to fail at length,
Our victory, not contingent on what we’ve done.
Our joy is not reliant
On some gallantry we’ve shown.
We’ve no need to be compliant
To some distant impropriety we’ve known.
For our strength is in humility,
Not some valiant course we’ve trod,
But in simply doing justly,
Loving mercy, serving God.
This is probably a perfect time to once again share my testimony. I'm a proud American and an unapologetic follower of Christ. I believe in doing justly, loving mercy, and walking humbly with my God, And I respect the rights of others to walk with theirs. I'm blessed to be a citizen of a country that cherishes and upholds the principles of liberty and justice for all. We cherish our diversity, and its our diversity that keeps America strong. As a follower of Christ, I'm not called to force others to conform to my view of reality. I'm called to walk the path I'm given, in the light I'm given, and to share that light with all those who'll have it. If you glimpse in any of my humble and imperfect efforts the reflection of a merciful and compassionate savior, and follow Christ as a result, I'm gratified. If not, that's my shortcoming, not yours. SC
FAITH AND LOVE
What if it’s true?
What if God is Love, and so awesome and unfathomable that,
despite all our sins and shortcomings, He’s able to love each and every one of us,
like we’re the only one.
Wouldn’t that be cool!
Her stripes were worn and faded,
Her fabric torn and frayed.
Tattered stars hung loosely now,
Weakened by old battles and decayed.
Still, she hung with dignity,
Despite her ragged state.
Her very fabric promised hope,
Although the hour was late.
Just then, as dawn was breaking,
A rustling in the trees,
A disturbance in the morning mist
And a cool, refreshing of breeze.
The flash of nearby lightening,
Pulses quickened by the thrill,
While meadows shook with thunder
And a deluge took the hill.
With that, Old Glory caught the wind,
Unfurled, as if to march.
Despite the hail that tore her hems,
She took the field and stretched out stiff as starch.
And those who saw this marveled,
And recalled old glory’s youth.
And hearts swelled near to bursting,
Quickened by old loyalties and truth.
And every soul saluted,
While new hope replaced old fears,
And each heart pledged allegiance,
And sealed their pledge with gratitude and tears.
SHANNON THOMAS CASEBEER
Also Contains selections of my poetry, excerpts from my novel,
and snapshots of my latest adventures.
See my books at the following links:
SHADES OF HANGTOWN
THE CAMP ACCOUNT
Aka, OBIE'S QUEST
None of these works are currently available for purchase.
If you can point me in the direction of a reputable publisher, I'd be much obliged.
-See Shannon Casebeer on Facebook.com
Click link below for my Facebook Wall photos, including previously posted poems, excerpts from my historical novel, and pretentious ramblings by yours truly.
-Click on my PHOTO pages icon to the left, and you'll find nostalgic slide shows
of old & current family photos.
-Click on Other written work, under the Ozark Breezes section, and you will find
selections from my early poetry and a personal commentary.
-click on Short Stories for my brief autobiography
and my narrative of the life and times of my great grandfather,
Calvin Casebeer, during the Civil War.
If you're interested in my genealogy pages,
Please begin by clicking on the Genealogy heading below.