MY INDIA PART 2

Still a few memories of my India remain,

Indelibly in my mind.

Think I have projected them once, maybe twice,

Over the first 10 years of my time.

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Remembering will not cause a mental strain

I either remember or do not!

My God will not let me declare as true

What is not so I will not!

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Few bad memories remain regarding us

Coxes and the Marian tribe

Including Baldwin Terrill and a few others thrown in

Now you are in for a ride!

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Father had high fever but compelled to go

To village of a cripple man

From Brahmaputra River, a wooded campsite there

Thinking; “I am sick but I can!”

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The cripple, a convert, dad went to encourage

Sat in the middle of the street expectantly

Waited for dad, crumpled by the farthest tree.

Smallpox took over for free.

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Carried back to camp and put to bed.

Was assured, ‘God cares for you, too!’

Campfire, large circle about the fire

A native called out, praying for you!

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Fever rose, boys driven back to compound,

Father died and was buried there.

Cripples request, “Carry me back to the grave.

Now go!  Leave me here!”

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“You will be eaten alive!” the men declared,

But left him there shaking their heads.

Returned early morning expecting the worst.

Met cripple carrying his bed!

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They were astonished to say the least!

Knelt, stayed there groaning.

“No, no!” the former cripple cried.

“Arise, stop that moaning!”

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“Remember Sahibs God?  He healed me!”

Returned to village, all saw and heard,

Villagers then turned to God, everyone!

They seeing believed The Word!

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What did Jesus say?

“Blessed are they who having not seen…believe!”

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S. H. Cox 09.28.10

SOON LAUGHTER

Is God wild?  God is everything!

Whatever He wants to be!

Wildness of nature, the animals,

Look around!  Just look and see!

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That tiger, lion, that crocodile,

Unfriendly to just everyone!

Capture before they kill and eat  you!

They may eat you just for fun!

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Dad shot a tiger and its snarl

Just never left its face!

Scary it was!  And to be afraid

Not any kind of disgrace!

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India, he took down many venison!

Fed us and the native help, too!

Skinned and cleaned the one, sure enough,

To last us a week or two.

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Big deer, burak singa, the natives called,

Sure, some stuff I remember,

How can any forget anything,

Like, Christmas in December!

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Nilguy, par per bitah-tah, and I shot him,

Small brother laid claim,

He had learned to tell stories early in life,

Big was never disdained!

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All then laughed, sure it was story time!

We never discouraged him!

Tell another, quick as you could blink,

Of course, it was no sin.

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He knew that everyone also  knew!

His stories just tall tales!

But did not seem to bother him one bit!

Enjoyment never failed!

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Until father died then all stories stopped!

All of us took the blow,

Badly!  But existence continued on!

Surely life goes on, you know!

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Heaven waits, dim consolation

He is wanted here and now!

Smallpox took him, I stood by his tent,

As near as they would allow!

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Years went by, stations all cleared,

Back home in Michigan,

Forget it all!  But oh, so hard!

Counting higher than ten!

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What helped then?  Hard work on the farm!

School and High School after,

Some remembered fathers attending there!

Much later there was laughter!

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the Sam 06.29.13