Here's a poem that someone once read at the microphone, I think maybe at Emporia, but can't recall. But the poem speaks to the issue at work here, in my opinion. God sees our hearts, and He knows our motivation. I'm very thankful for the Greasespot Cafe, and for all the work that Paw has put into this space of healing.
Love is Brown!"
by Sam Graham
When I was a younger man, embarking on life's sea
I ran into a wise old friend whose life was full and free
His life had oft' inspired me, for in the Word he dwelled
His wisdom touched everything he did, and he ruled his household well.
I asked him for some sound advice to help me on my way
And I saw the twinkle in his eye as I listened to him say
Ah, you seek to understand love, I see, like most every other man.
You sing and laugh and dream of it, so tell me if you can
Give it just a little thought, then straightly answer me
If you could only see it, what color would love be?
Oh, that's easy" said I, "Blue just like the sky.
So big and all encompassing, so lofty and so high.
But wait, it might be green like leaves upon a tree
That show the world there's life inside for everyone to see.
Or gold that sets men's hearts afire, or white like new-fallen snow.
Or red that courses through our veins, to make our bodies glow."
My friend patiently listened, the twinkle still in his eye.
He slowly raised his eyebrows, then said to me, "Nice try ...
But lad I fear you've been misled, I hate to put you down.
There could only be one color for love," and he smiled as he said, "Brown."
"You're kidding me," I said laughingly, tipping back my hat.
"Dirt is brown and mud and muck--what's so beautiful 'bout that?"
"Exactly," said he, "It's easy to say you love someone when skies are blue or grass is green
Or the dawn is gold, cheeks are rosy and snow makes a fairyland of things.
But do you love him enough to pull him out of the mud if he is caught right in the thick?
To wade through the slime and cold for him; will you nurse him when he's sick?
And though you may get muddy in the try, will you give your best till he makes it through?
Well, if you're willing to do this for him, then surely you love him true.
"You see my friend, love is more than beauty; and if you want to wear its crown,
Then you must be willing to wade the mire of life.
Recommended Posts
notinKansasanymore
Amen.
Here's a poem that someone once read at the microphone, I think maybe at Emporia, but can't recall. But the poem speaks to the issue at work here, in my opinion. God sees our hearts, and He knows our motivation. I'm very thankful for the Greasespot Cafe, and for all the work that Paw has put into this space of healing.
Love is Brown!"
by Sam Graham
When I was a younger man, embarking on life's sea
I ran into a wise old friend whose life was full and free
His life had oft' inspired me, for in the Word he dwelled
His wisdom touched everything he did, and he ruled his household well.
I asked him for some sound advice to help me on my way
And I saw the twinkle in his eye as I listened to him say
Ah, you seek to understand love, I see, like most every other man.
You sing and laugh and dream of it, so tell me if you can
Give it just a little thought, then straightly answer me
If you could only see it, what color would love be?
Oh, that's easy" said I, "Blue just like the sky.
So big and all encompassing, so lofty and so high.
But wait, it might be green like leaves upon a tree
That show the world there's life inside for everyone to see.
Or gold that sets men's hearts afire, or white like new-fallen snow.
Or red that courses through our veins, to make our bodies glow."
My friend patiently listened, the twinkle still in his eye.
He slowly raised his eyebrows, then said to me, "Nice try ...
But lad I fear you've been misled, I hate to put you down.
There could only be one color for love," and he smiled as he said, "Brown."
"You're kidding me," I said laughingly, tipping back my hat.
"Dirt is brown and mud and muck--what's so beautiful 'bout that?"
"Exactly," said he, "It's easy to say you love someone when skies are blue or grass is green
Or the dawn is gold, cheeks are rosy and snow makes a fairyland of things.
But do you love him enough to pull him out of the mud if he is caught right in the thick?
To wade through the slime and cold for him; will you nurse him when he's sick?
And though you may get muddy in the try, will you give your best till he makes it through?
Well, if you're willing to do this for him, then surely you love him true.
"You see my friend, love is more than beauty; and if you want to wear its crown,
Then you must be willing to wade the mire of life.
You see. . . Love is brown."
Edited by notinKansasanymoreLink to comment
Share on other sites
TheHighWay
WE LOVE YOU, Pawtucket !!!!
Mwah!!!
Link to comment
Share on other sites
coolchef
Thanks Paw for all you do
Link to comment
Share on other sites
cheranne
yeah,thanks man...people coming out of The Way need support that other people just don't understand,your very wise
and kind to do this..i don't know your story but thanks for all your work here at GS.
Link to comment
Share on other sites
excathedra
thanks paw
hang in there
love,ex
Link to comment
Share on other sites
jeast
Extremely valuable piece of work paw!
Very well done. Thanks so much.
Link to comment
Share on other sites
frank123lol
Aw come on,People ya got to have some thanks to Pawtucket,Greasespot really is
what it is,Where else do you think twi land shakes in it boots?Very few have
challenged the way int the way greasespot has.Give all you got Paw!
Link to comment
Share on other sites
waysider
You Rock, Paw!!
My grandson Cletus(that's his name.) told me that would be a good thing to post here.
Link to comment
Share on other sites
Lizzy
Thank you, Paw.
Link to comment
Share on other sites
excathedra
my favorite thing about paw is he's not corps !!!!!!
Link to comment
Share on other sites
T-Bone
Great poem Not In Kansas Anymore!
Paw, thanks for all your hard work to make a place like Grease Spot Café. Besides meeting some great people like you, it has helped me to sort out so many things and put stuff in perspective.
Link to comment
Share on other sites
penworks
Ditto. Thanks, Paw!
Peace,
Penworks
Link to comment
Share on other sites
WordWolf
http://www.greasespotcafe.com/ipb/index.ph...160&hl=card
The wonderful blessing in our lives known as Pawtucket.....
Paw has provided a place for us to speak the truth and hear the truth.
Paw allows us the freedom to heal at our own pace and in our own words,
even when it means we squabble, yell, throw things and smack each other.
(Within a few distant limits.) This places a greater burden on Paw, since he
must occasionally pull apart kids who want "a good fistfight", and let things
sort themselves out or eventually step in once there's a loud brawl going on.
This is generally a thankless job, and Paw keeps on with it without uttering a
peep of complaint, and shoulders the great FINANCIAL burden of the
bandwidth and so on without being pushy and asking for a reasonable set
of donations, let alone a stipend for the "work" he does maintaining things here.
So, this one goes out to Paw.
Paw, I thank my God on every remembrance of you.
Link to comment
Share on other sites
Join the conversation
You can post now and register later. If you have an account, sign in now to post with your account.