My Grandpa and the Seeds We Sow
This is a special post on the New Poets of Immortality today.
As we forge into a new and ancient future shaped by the power and beauty of words breathed by the Spirit, let us not forget that there were, indeed, pioneers who went before us; who cast the seeds of hidden revelation in their time. They gave us glimmers of our future. And now we, both, stop to honor, and continue blazing on in the wonders yet revealed.
The following poems were taken from a collection of poetry by my Grandpa, John H. Cooper Jr. It was taken from a compilation of His earlier poetry put together on May 3, 1975. He was a true artist and a brilliant mind who gave to me my Irish eyes and contributed greatly to my love for beauty, wisdom, and poetic life. I loved him dearly and honor him for all he gave to me and all he released into the world. He may not have known that the seeds of his words sown into the earth would serve to help propel a new company of poets in the earth to release the beauty and mysteries of God for a new era.
Festival
By John H. Cooper Jr.
Remembering
The Brilliance
Of living
Is in the reflections
From the many sequins
Of little celebrations
The color
Of living
Is in the explosion
Of multi-hued mushrooms
In the wall to wall
Lawn of people
When
Commonplace things
Are seen-
-and
Seen as things
With which to be
Joyful
Not because they are,
But because they are
The things of God—
—and
Seen as things
With which we
Re-create
Not because they are,
But because they are
The essence of love—
-Celebration-
Catalyst
Turning a day
Into an eternity
Of living
Introspection
By John H. Cooper Jr.
Look inward,
Man,
And perceive the wonders
That your very being houses.
Within you lies
A universe of inner space,
Ignored, and
Little realized.
The organism
Which dwells within a single pore
Can no more
Comprehend its host
Than you, oh man,
Can soar
With thought
To find
The nature of the one
Within whom
You move, and
Have your being.
© Elisabeth Cooper 2019