M.D. Eaton's Blog: The Good Endeavor, page 3
April 19, 2024
Seeing by the Eyepiece
Seeing by the Eyepiece
To the ones in grieving hour
Who search their heart and find it wanting
Seek no more; end the scour
Be still in qu...
April 4, 2024
The Good Endeavor
Look on yonder yet
There’s work still to be done
Look on yonder yet
The risen one has yet to come
See the work dog carry on
See the songbird build its nest
See the old horse, weary, yawn
Their time’s not come to rest
There’s a mighty good crop
And the harvest is plentiful
Of what the sower did drop
Little is lamentable
Get to work, you tired son
Beat your sword to plowshare
Get to work; the battle’s won
Seek to mend the disrepair
Take on yourself the good endeavor
And bring new life to all this death
Adorn the da...
April 2, 2024
The King of the Jews
“The King of the Jews” 4” x 8”
“To the sinner prone to wander,
To the lost one in his guilt,
I know the man on Calv...
March 27, 2024
Who Killed Thomas Kean? And I Heard the Mourner Say Chapter One.
Interested in checking out my book And I Heard the Mourner Say? Here’s the first chapter to decide if you like it!
Chapter One, Who Killed Thomas Kean?Small towns are rarely used to news—especially a town such as my own, once home to 144 people tucked away in the mountains, several hundred miles west of the next nearest town. It should come as no surprise to you that when there is news to be shared, Mrs. Edinburough’s gossip was capable of traveling faster than the printing press could print, whi...
March 25, 2024
If The Stones Were to Cry - A Poem
A forest of stone,
Alone, still, and silent.
Compliant to whispers,
And grifters despised.
Stones stand still soundless,
Anxious and yearning,
Awaiting that whisper,
To glister in glory.
Two words demand action:
An exaction of love.
It behoves the creator,
Master over the stones.
A still voice breathes “cry out,”
They shout, moreso they sing.
“The King does rule and reign,
Abstain deceit, praise His name!”
The stones, they sing Ringing melodies.
The rocks, they praise With a blaze of revelries.
The...
