August 16, 2005
59 YEARS IS NOT ENOUGH!
When we married was the happiest day of my life.
Or so I thought!
Little did I know that each anniversary
Would mean I would have to adjust our prediction.
Babies came within a few years,
and each one increased my joy
and love for the wonderful woman I married.
Each of our four children were taught to
love the Lord and to follow His Word.
Life has not always been easy, though.
Our youngest son died in an airplane accident
and our eldest daughter died in her sleep.
We know they will both be waiting for us
with our Lord in that heavenly place.
We know the Lord will decide when to call us home.
We told each other we would like 75 years
to be together as man and wife.
Whatever time we are granted to be husband and wife
we know will be the most wonderful gift.
God could bestow on Alice and I
while here on earth.
In Commemoration of 59 years
of wedded bliss.
William E. and Alice M.Clark
April 11, 2005
April 6, 2005
April 1, 2005
A CHILD OF OURS
A baby fair, our third child,
merry eyed, auburn hair
demeanor mild.
An easy smile our comely one,
full of promise, empty of guile, full of fun.
His daddy's knee, a favorite steed,
bouncing there, contented be,
always a need.
His mother's lap, a story to read
of heroes tall, till time for nap,
and so to bed.
Off to school, our little lad.
With glistening eye, we acted the fool,
also a little sad.
The years go by. A man he becomes,
almost twenty, marries happily,
everything hums.
Until December first, our worst day yet,
his plane is down,
our hearts near burst,
his life forfeit.
Unto his Savior's arms he sped, there to wait,
until that day when judgments alarm
seals each one's fate.
His loved one's all will he welcome there,
in that heavenly place, no tear will fall,
no more grief to bear.
1984 William E. Clark
March 29, 2005
CLOUDS
On those special summer days
when riding on the wind,
the wispy clouds do build,
from tiny wisps, scattered across the sky,
to massive cumulus, exploding upwards
with power to unleash,
Thor's awesome thunderbolts.
But the mighty cumulus have power
greater than the lightning's flash
or thunder's rumbling roar.
Power to reach into man's mind eye,
and bring forth creatures
great and small.
What man has not looked up to the clouds,
on one of those special summer days
and found in the clouds a portrait,
a gauzy replica of most anything
His finite mind can see?
Lions and tigers, castles and ships,
floating ever so slowly on the air.
A blink of the eye, is all it takes,
to change the ethereal channel's scene,
to some equally heroic masterpiece,
on that canvas in the air.
(William E. Clark, 1984)
