Coeval [1970s]

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Coeval
Bethel's Literary Publication
Wayne Pauluk, editor
Bev Reed, associate editor
The Silver Platter
Life's good things:
fifty-cents-a-week allowance grasped
in sticky-sweet fingers;
nineteen ribbony packages waiting under
the pine tree.
A new foreign car for his sixteenth.
A cheque for his room, board,
tuition. Engagement to his boss' daughter.
And now, he's
forty-five-ish, sitting with his feet
up on his walnut desk,
with a beer-belly and clean, well-manicured nails.
Typical.
Debbi Neufeld
Man
Always thinks he can.
But he can't
If he could, then he'd be God.
But he's not.
If he were,
Then he'd be sure
He wouldn't have to convince himself he could.
He just would.
People
Always say they know
But they don't
If they did, they wouldn't still be searching
You don't look for something you've already found.
Jesus
Frees us
And what he has loosed cannot be bound.
Don Ebb
To them that would
leave the nest
and trust their lives
to fragile wings
that strech out
to grasp the sky,
to them belong
the lonely heights,
and the wind swept horizons
To them that would
fling their lives
out into space,
to see if the wind
will hold them,
to them belong
the roaring wind rivers,
and the mountain peaks
that none have touched.
Theirs is not glory or crowns,
but theirs is
the lonely and everlasting wind
as it carries them skyward
to the sun.
For theirs is the life of the Eagle.
Daniel Olson
Crackling skeletons
dry shifting
beneath my feet
and here is this
deserted place
where I once found you
yellow dreams
on the ground
kites that flew too high
in spring
red yellow dark dark red
turning brown
crucified crumbling
you took the kitestring
with you
when you left here
Ellen Babrick
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