CREATIVE WRITING
A WORTHY EPITHET
Caleb Emon
Up rolling hills, across vast roaring planes,
He wanders and wonders on nature’s limbs.
The priestly poet inks, pulling chains
That constrain man’s fancies to worldly whims.
The preacher wrote, grieving some other worlds,
Some many lives ago, when youthful men,
Aged countless years, uttered their verses, furled,
Blind, tortured—still praising Lord’s goodness then.
In darker times, before I ever woke,
The Nature Priest softly spoke—about themes
So earthly, all bundled in paper cloak
That follow me, waking, and among dreams.
