Sweet Beulah land

May days poetry- number six

                       Sweet Beulah land

Last song played for my father was "Sweet Beulah land". Once soldier, once father and a grandfather. He saw hell and back in war, rarely knowing peace in his life. He found peace in the sweet Beulah land of the Virginia mountains.

My dearest grandmother name was Beulah and my beautiful daughter name is Beulah. I am older and slower now. I have found my sweet Beulah land. I have the Greats lakes and the Northern Michigan. I can rest by the flowing river and be thankful for the gold I have in my life.

My gold is five grandchildren and four healthy children. I have good health, a kind woman and I can find time to pray,. I have time to burn sage for the people needing some kindness, some concern.

I listen to the song "Sweet Beulah land" and I remember my father. The restless man who found peace in his Beulah land and I pray my dear grandmother is watching me. The old man had learn. Love given, love received. Our greatest blessing.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Neville]

...... these most recent words of yours Coyote John are more than poetry .. if there ever could be such a thing ... your poetic tale here tells of and has everything I love, respect and admire .. freedom, justice, peace, proper love .. and faith ... made me think long on my father too and of a special woman or two ..
I so hope before I pass through, I will catch a glimpse of my own Beulah Land ...........

Neville

[Coyote Poetry]

Where you live my friend. Many Sweet Beulah land. One day I will return to see the coast of England, Scotland coastline. Read poetry at Hyde park again. We must seek and find Neville. My Grandfather Sweet Beulah land was his yard. A wonderful yard fill with flowers and beautiful trees. Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Neville]

... bless ya and true Johnnie C .. that's a date then my friend ......................

Neville

[Delmar Cooper]

Isaiah said Beulah meant a land not (or no longer) desolate, a land of delight. In one context a "married" land, perhaps a land co-joined with God. I suppose we could say a blessed land.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Delmar for reading and the comment. I do appreciate. Also a beautiful song with great meaning.

[Chris Shaw]

Beautiful poetry Coyote. I am so pleased your father eventually found a place of peace for his remaining days. The name Beulah is of very special significance to you and your family. We all need a place that is spiritually rewarding for us. This is a touching write about your father Coyote.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Chris. All of us need a "Sweet Beulah land" somewhere.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Total peace this is....
I hope my father found his own version of that land.
and I love the Petersons...
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

The Petersons are wonderful. I have been a fan for a long time. Thank you Jacob for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Einstein Noodle]

deeply touching me Coyote Man ... so personal and real .. vulnerable ... poetry bleeds that way says i .. thank you for sharing these more intimate familial bonds you treasure .. great song ... beautiful name ;) and wonderful tribute to your generations with Beulah ..peace a joy sir!
E.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. We must appreciate the good days gone and coming.

[Einstein Noodle]

yes sir! it is a good thing.

[Kerra]

This is wonderful, enjoyed this

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Kerra. All of us need a Sweet Beulah land to rest.

[Kerra]

i could use that land right about now...

[Coyote Poetry]

You need to look for her. Could be a moving river, a quiet park. I have Lake St. Clair close and many rivers near. I go to them when I need peace.