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TERRELL WILLIAM
"TERRY" PROCTOR, J.D.

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The following are a few of the 50 Poems written by Terrell William "Terry" Proctor, J.D.

[NOTE: all poems are copyrighted with all rights reserved. No use may be made
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East Entrance of Holy
Trinity United Methodist Church
© 1998 T. W. Proctor, J.D.
Sanctuary at Holy
Trinity United Methodist Church
© 1997 T. W. Proctor, J.D.


C H U R C H TWO GIFTS FROM GOD
Massive walls of rugged stone,
Steadfast, as our Faith is known.
Neat rows of sturdy oaken pews,
Where faithful and sinners receive the Good News.


Leaded windows letting light filter through,
Each ray yielding its own lovely hue.
Magnificent beams to which the roof is clinging,
To which our pastor's voice, rises, ringing.


Castle-like lights, radiating their beams,
Placidly will hang, forever it seems.
Two flags adorn the Holy Place;
One American, the other is Grace.


Close at hand is a source of inspiration,
The hymn book for voices of aspiration.
The altar so sacred with its holy symbols,
Above it, the portrait, to Him, all else humbles.


But most important are the people who come,
They bring their woes and all that's burdensome.
The CHURCH, my friend, beckons you;
I'll be there,---Christ wants you too.


2000 TERRELL WILLIAM PROCTOR, J.D.
© 24 March 1957, Tulsa, Oklahoma
(inspired at University Methodist Church
in Tulsa, Oklahoma)
A gift from GOD to all that lives,
But not the power to change, he gives.
Impulse is born within each one,
Impulse to linger, or to run.


Calves in the field know not His call,
But when hungry, you'll hear their bawl;
The vine yonder, sees not His plan,
Impulse tells it, to grow as can.


But you and I, my friend, are dear,
In the eyes of GOD, the Almighty---near;
For us, He saved a special gift,
A conscience, so we more than exist.


Yes, conscience is for man alone,
To give his impulses a different tone;
Set apart from the rest of life,
The source from which man gains his height.


The gift we use, to praise the Giver,
Our thanks to Him, flow like a river.
What we see in conscience is grand,
That part Divine, within a man.


2000 TERRELL WILLIAM PROCTOR, J.D.
© 10 March 1957 Tulsa, Oklahoma


Autumn Tree #2 &
the Autumn of our lives
© 1996 T. W. Proctor, J.D.
Enjoying Life in
the Texas Outback
© 1996 T. W. Proctor, J.D.


THE VICTORY IN DEATH LIFE IS BRIEF
Death is not a disaster,
Death is a victory!!!
The grave is not the master,
The passing is not a tragedy.


The spirit is free at last,
Free from its tired old form;
Free from the sacrifices, past,
Calling Christians above the norm.


Christ died, so when death comes,
No tear should be shed.
The soul arises, to the roll of drums,
And glows a halo 'round the head.


Rejoice we now, together,
As the earthly form is shed;
Our friend's soul has arisen,
Just as our Savior said.


2000 TERRELL WILLIAM PROCTOR, J.D.
© 14 May 1976 2:00 A.M.
Houston, Texas
A lifetime is too brief,
to do all we desire;
To stave off grief,
and reach goals we aspire;
To learn secrets of nature,
and share in Earth's rapture.

To learn others language,
their customs and their dress;
To reflect a moment of anguish,
and enjoy a gentle caress;
To recall joy which music brings,
of wood, brass and strings.

To let the mind wander,
on life now long extinct;
Or to look ahead and ponder,
future life, and instinct;
Will your life flourish and bear fruit
or shrivel and die, without root?

Each day I realize more,
Most in life is not to be;
Life's a sweet nectar, I pour,
A gift from God---and free.
Life is short, and then it ends,
and lo, just a memory to your friends?

Ah, but there's a part of you,
that never goes away.
A part that's always new,
through eternity, here to stay.
Things in life may take their toll;
so as you live, please protect your soul.


2000 TERRELL WILLIAM PROCTOR, J.D.
© 19 December 1993 5:30 A.M.
Houston, Texas


Together with Friends
Isn't it Great
© 1997 T. W. Proctor, J.D.
Christmas in the Woods'
© 1999 T. W. Proctor, J.D.


TOGETHER CHRISTMAS IN THE WOOD
To me, the word TOGETHER is lovely,
It's the most wonderful word on Earth;
It tells best, of the deep yearning,
I've had since the day of my birth.
Together, together, there's two of us now,
Learning and loving, again to each vow.

Together, to do, the things we've dreamed;
The things impossible, once it seemed.
Together now, with you as my wife,
The dull, dull world, seems to come to life.
Just half a person, 'ere we met,
Now as one, we've a life to live yet.

Pettiness melts and greed dissolves,
As my whole being around you revolves.
Our Maker surely meant this to be,
For it makes me a better man, you see.
Loneliness couldn't go on forever,
And I'm so happy, that we're together.


2000 TERRELL WILLIAM PROCTOR, J. D.
© 24 November 1958 10:00 P.M.
Houston, Texas
There's gay and gaudy celebration
in the streets of the town;
with parties and inebriation
tuxedos and fancy gown.

There's carolers walking the street
cheering up each friend;
with songs for each they meet,
melodically, their voices blend.

There's Christmas at the church,
quietly, reverently, in prayer;
A parishioner there in search,
of ancient truths with such care.

John the Baptist, went to the wood
to think in his coat of hair;
Christ, too, went to the wood,
so He could meditate there.

If in a forest, you've never stood,
listening to nature's sound;
Then go you out, to a wood,
until yourself, you've found.

The mysteries of creation await,
while you breathe in that air;
You and nature, seem to mate,
to God, your soul you bare.

Its Christmas time once more.
Not just a party season.
For the Christ child we adore.
Yes, Christ's birth is the reason.

At Christmas, where will I be?
I'll celebrate as I should,
A most peaceful place to be,
I'll spend Christmas in the Wood.


1999 TERRELL WILLIAM PROCTOR, J.D.
6 December 1999
Houston, Texas


Wisemen still seek Christ
& the Holy City
© 1998 T. W. Proctor, J.D.
Mesa #1--a quite place
to reflect on Life
© 1997 T. W. Proctor, J.D.


WISE MEN SEEK HIM STILL LIFE--WHAT'S IT ALL ABOUT
Far distant places,
each from the other;
Three unlike faces,
soon to be "brother";
None sure, why he came,
each breast, now aflame.

Inside each learned heart,
the spirit of God moved;
Calling each to depart,
for a journey unproved;
Those years of toiled learning,
prepared for sojourning.

From the East, each King rode,
following the special nova;
Though far from snug abode,
each guided by Jehovah;
Scrolls and Star, led these three,
to Christ Jesus, like you and me.

He was born to us in Bethlehem,
the Son of almighty God;
Bringing eternal life, amen,
and making death a fraud;
Join me now in prayer, song and good will,
for wise men, women and children, seek Him still!


2000 TERRELL WILLIAM PROCTOR, J.D.
© 24 November 1998 3:30 A.M.
Houston, Texas
Life on this planet Earth;
What is it really all about?
You begin some say at birth,
But others are in doubt.
Maybe you begin at conception,
But some say that's a deception.

Perhaps again, you always were;
Or created special, by God.
But why are you a him---or her?
And is your soul spirit or sod?
Are you merely next, of a line;
Or do you embrace a part Divine?

Only a bit of this Earth's crust?
living out your three score and ten.
To return to Earth, as some dust,
arising as new feather or fin.
Is this all there is to your life,
Birth---death, and in between, strife?

I think not, oh I THINK NOT!
A greater essence, therein lies.
A self, a soul, oh such a lot,
That lives on when the body dies.
There's a spark within each human,
a part holy continues to illumine.


2000 TERRELL WILLIAM PROCTOR, J.D.
© 17 January 1991 6:00 P.M.
Houston, Texas

A walk in the deep forest
is a good place to collect
one's thoughts
© 1997 T. W. Proctor, J.D.
Beautiful Florals
to be thankful for
© 1997 T. W. Proctor, J.D.


THE JUDGE AND THE LONELY BENCH THANK YOU GOD
To the lonely bench, the Judge ascends,
As the bailiff calls, 'All Rise' ;
A human conflict, on the docket pends,
"Court is in session", the bailiff cries.

Everyone is seated as the courtroom grows silent,
From the bench, his Honor looks at the crowd;
Some appear peaceful, while others look violent,
But no disrespect to the Court is allowed.

What is a Judge, that we must stand in awe?
Whom lawyers say, "May it please the Court";
Why have we a Judge, to decide the law?
Then abide by his ruling, in Probate or Tort?

Because now duelling and combat are gone,
And witches need not burn at the stake;
With a Judge and Jury, we have a new dawn,
Now only the guilty have reason to quake.

In our democratic society, the Judge stands,
Between civilization and anarchy;
Equal justice rules us, not roving bands,
Here we're governed by law, not monarchy.

The Judge must keep a sacred trust,
Always putting the law above self;
Humbly dedicated to do what is just,
Regardless of passion or wealth.

We must show our respect for a Judge,
But the robe, not the person, is the reason;
Decisions of Court, are without grudge,
In America, JUSTICE is always in season.

2000 TERRELL WILLIAM PROCTOR, J.D.
© 12 November 1976 11:45 P.M.
Houston, Texas (Written while serving as Municipal Judge of Jacinto City, Texas)
Thank you God,
for the gifts you give;
Thank you God,
for a life to live.

Thank you God,
for my health and strength;
Thank you God,
for the thoughts I think.

Thank you God,
for the clothes I wear;
Thank you God,
for friends who care.

Thank you God,
for food to eat;
Thank you God,
for the sun's heat.

Thank you God,
for a roof over my head;
Thank you God,
for heaven, when I'm dead.

Thank you God,
for your Son who died;
Thank you God,
that He arose to Your side.

Thank you God,
for the power of prayer;
Thank you God,
that for my soul You care.

Thank you God,
for so many things;
That this Thanksgiving Day,
to me brings.

THANK YOU GOD!!!


2000 TERRELL WILLIAM PROCTOR, J.D.
© 22 November 1978 3:20 A.M.
Houston, Texas


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