JOSEPH VAUGHAN
Author Feature - May 2020

Joseph Elliott Vaughan lives on a small farm in South Texas with his wonderful wife and five beautiful children. He is a graduate student at Stark College and Seminary, a preacher at a small church in Orange Grove, TX, and a civilian employee. He enjoys the outdoors and capitalizes on every opportunity to spend time in nature.​

Joseph has enjoyed writing ever since he was a small boy. His first experience in writing poetry was when he wrote a poem for a friend who had just broken up with his girlfriend in Junior High. The poem was a success and inspired Joseph to pursue writing poetry more. ​

Throughout young adulthood Joseph continued to write poems here and there as a hobby. A few years ago he began to post his poems on social media and was encouraged to compile them into a book. In February of 2020 he released his first book of poetry called Fruition. ​

Inspiration flowed throughout 2020 and on into 2021 which allowed him to produce his most recent book Reflection in March of this year. ​

Joseph is highly influenced by 19th and 20th century poets such as Henry Kendall, T.S. Eliot, Robert Frost, Emily Dickinson, Walt Whitman, and many more. His poems follow a simple rhythm and rhyme structure which gives them a classical feel. Themes of redemption, victory, personifications of nature, life and death run throughout his poems, giving the reader an opportunity to reflect on the deeper aspects of life.​

Both of Joseph’s books are available on Amazon.​

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PRAYERFUL COMPLAINTS​

One night while I was kneeling,​

By the nightstand near my bed,​

I brought the Lord In heaven,​

The complaints inside my head:​


"Lord I'm tired of living,​

In this dwelling made of dirt,​

If I had a nickel and dime,​

I'd have twice of what it's worth.​


"The rafters are so drafty,​

The walls, how they quake!​

When I get one thing fixed,​

Seems three others brake!​


"I wouldn't ask a canine,​

To abide in this abode,​

He’d be much better off,​

On the side of some dirt road.​


"The plumbing is disgraceful,​

Leaks spring up everywhere,​

The pipes so thin and rusty,​

Are broke beyond repair.​


"The yard has lost its luster,​

The grass has died away,​

It pains me just to view it,​

When I pass by it each day.​


"Forgive me for complaining,​

But I have to get it out,​

Since I’ve told you ‘bout my body,​

Now let me tell you 'bout my house!”​

FALLEN STAR ​
When stars fall the heavens weep ​

And scar earth’s darkened sky, ​

With bursts of light fully trailing ​

Sending wonder to my eye. ​


You were a brilliant star to me; ​

In the end you found your light. ​

With one last burst of vigorous life ​

You faded from my sight. ​


Surely the heavens weep with me ​

As tears fall down like scars, ​

For they, too, know how it feels ​

To mourn for fallen stars. ​


I join the heavens’ doleful dirge ​

And mourn my fallen star!​

LET’S STEAL AWAY!​

In the early sunrise of innocent love,​

With youthful passion as free as a dove,​

My love, my bride, in her beautiful way​

Would summon me near and gently say:​


Come my beloved, let's steal away!​

The bluebonnets blossomed, the birds are at play,​

Springtime is on us, let's seize the day!​

Come, my beloved, let's steal away!​


How beautiful was her flowing hair!​

Her eyes so bright and cheeks so fair.​

When morning light turned bright midday​

Still my beloved would gently say:​


Come my beloved, let’s steal away!​

The meadow is dancing in sunlight ray,​

The children are napping, in bed they lay​

Come, my beloved, let’s steal away!​


Then years passed by with rapid speed,​

Her health declined and time decreased.​

Knowing she reached the close of day,​

With raspy voice she would gently say:​


Come my beloved, let’s steal away!​

Heaven is dawning with break of day,​

Our Savior is waiting in golden array,​

Come, my beloved, let’s steal away!​


Then together, forever, we stole away...​