The poem below is written in memory of my high school math teacher Miss Maxine Henley, that your name reminded me of. It’s made in the
form of an acrostic on the name Maxine Howard, with middle initials S.F. (for saving faith) added.
I interpret Prov 10:5 as relating to the old saying: "Make hay while the sun shines".
Harvesting Our Smiles ( Prov 10:5 )
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( C 1996 ) Josie Roberts
Make hay while the sun shines, find the truth sublime.
Heal your wounds by listening to his voice divine.
Answer LORD give me something beyond my daily grind.
Envy those experiencing God’s 24-hour sunshine.
X Cross your eyes and dot your teasing to be at ease.
Amble on over and say pretty please.
Inspect yourself but realize there’s no need to freeze.
Victory is ours, the enemy is on his knees.
Never get lazy, be sweet as a daisy.
Every cloth we wear is made of paisley.
Envy those who’ve got the courage to act crazy.
Notions of potions, they’ve got the grace amazing.
Switch subjects here, get into high gear ---
Satan’s power is lost, we’ve conquered fear.
Feel the LORD’s presence drawing near.
Everyman man and woman rises to give a cheer.
Home is where the heart wants to be.
Nothing can stop the experience of your ecstasy.
Only God knows the meaning of our ecstasy.
To sum it up, it’s obsequiousness and glee.
Wait for your inspiration, then march forth without hesitation;
Nobody but friends here, every man a relation.
Allow a friend nevertheless to give his recommendation.
Only thus can we build the syncopation.
Reward yourself with a crown, expect some renown.
Wide eyed and bushy tailed, we’re going to town.
Dearest LORD, give me a smile, not a frown.
Going to catch some sinners, we’re heaven’s hound.
