1977 All-Church Poetry Contest

By Sherwin W. Howard

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    The Airplane Model

    First Place All-Church Poetry Contest
    I remember
    My father built a model plane,
    One of those rubber-powered ones
    That grow out of a hundred bits
    Of balsa wood and paper held by glue,
    And it flew.
    I remember
    A card table in the front room
    And watching from my child-space
    While he cut and pinned and shaped
    A thousand fractured moments into place,
    And it flew.
    I remember
    The cool spring Saturday we went
    Outside, conspirators in flight,
    Propeller wound to nearly snap,
    Its wings held up to brush the morning air,
    And it flew.
    I remember
    The soaring arc that climbed past age
    Above the narrow city streets
    And rushed headlong into a wind
    That cut across an ever-widening sky,
    And it flew.
    I remember
    The ladder and broom that brushed it down
    From shingles where it crashed midway
    Along a path from man to boy.
    I watched tight-lipped, while shouting loud inside,
    It flew, oh Dad, it flew.

    [photo] Photography by Longin Lonczyna

    For Bread and Breath of Life

    Third Place All-Church Poetry Contest

    “Always bearing about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our body.” (2 Cor. 4:10)

    Our God who flamed within a tree
    And spoke the law to shape our way,
    We consecrate this hour to thee
    And ask thy hearing as we pray.
    Our Brother nailed upon a tree,
    We eat and drink, and view thy death,
    And live thy law in love, that we
    May all be quickened by thy breath.