How does one explain
to a Christian Congress what
“Love thy neighbor…” means?
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No explanation
necessary. They know but
there’s no profit in caring.
How does one explain
to a Christian Congress what
“Love thy neighbor…” means?
~
No explanation
necessary. They know but
there’s no profit in caring.
While we’re awaiting
inevitable warming,
how’s best to pass these cold days?
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How best to pass these
days? Let me count the ways … nap,
sleep, and maybe dream.
Can you help me see
the possible benefit
of February?
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Though it is briefest,
this bleakest of months serves to
provide counterpoint for spring.
If fire tempers
the forge hardened sword blade,
what tempers an ice hard heart?
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Ice can’t be tempered.
The only recourse is to
melt it with compassion’s warmth.
How do you clear a
slate when the words have been etched
so firm and so deep?
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Some grooves never fill
but time and overburden
will turn them into fossils.
How many problems
could we overcome just by
asking different questions?
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Where, when, what, why , how,
who – simple words that define
the problem and solutions.
Where should we look for
answers when we’re not even
sure of the question?
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Look for the answers
in all the old internal
spaces. Questions be damned!
When seeking greatness,
is plain old hard work the key,
or is there something other?
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Greatness comes not from
seeking but from devotion
to something other.
How many snowflakes
does it take to warm a kid’s
heart and stop us cold?
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Here in the Deep South,
bread disappears and hearts warm
days before the first flake flies!
I’m Dreaming, but is
Universal acceptance
Really too much to ask for?
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Though the wise ones tell
us to be careful what we
ask for, we still need to ask.
When the winds of war
howl, will we be able to
hear the unforced call for peace?
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Heeding the call for
peace is difficult enough
without sabers rattling.
Is there any hope
that spring’s coming warmth might
thaw this fury frozen globe?
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Hope springs eternal
so may this Spring’s warmth extend
to human hearts and bring peace.
If Spring is around
the corner, what’s this icy
block we’re standing on?
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Alas, I’m fearing,
this frigid icy mass
is Dogma’s frozen wasteland.
Here in winter’s grip,
how can we expect blooming
of tender loving flowers?
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Flowers bloom not from
expectation but from love
even in winter’s cold grip.
When cupid’s arrows
miss their mark, where should we turn
for satisfaction?
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Return, perhaps, to
that reflection and therein
find a lovable target.
And those unseeing
souls, are they not expecting
adoration from others?
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To see and be seen
is both a need and a gift
if we could but see.
On a bright, sunny
day what causes some folks’ thoughts
to turn toward the gray?
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Sadly, some people
see not light in their spirit
nor beauty in their mirror.
Could it be, that we
write ’cause we can’t draw a tree
and ’cause we can’t hit high C?
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Why we write remains
a mystery. For some it’s
a simple necessity.
How bad can a day
that begins with tangerine
clouds turn out to be?
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Tangerine trees and
marmalade skies made good days
for John, Paul, George, and Ringo!
Given a whole world
full of wonders and mentors,
what will be your muse?
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The world is my muse,
my amusement, my koan,
and my temporary home.
If you were going
to St Ives, how many folks
would you likely meet?
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Seeking quality
I would like to meet only
Cornwall’s Grand Bard, Mick Paynter.
Why must our journey
so often lead us into
these grim and marshy places?
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Though our journeys lead
through beauty, it’s the grim we
tend to remember.
How best to travel
when the way is dark and we
have lost both our will and our way?
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Wallowing blindly,
enduring the tract less void
may be part of the journey.
And in leave taking,
what responsibility
do we owe to those we leave?
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Hard questions like these
have no easy answers, but
love will help us address them.
When wracked with pain
insurmountable, is an
exit plan permissible?
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Whether suffering
or not, we should all ponder
how we’d prefer to leave this life.
Does father really
know best or does mother just
let him think he does?
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Neither Father nor
Mother know as much as they
believe. Ignorance is bliss.
When shooting the moon,
Should you lead your target or
Just aim high and say a prayer?
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In the game of hearts,
it’s all in the hand you’ve been
dealt and how you play your cards.
If cows jump over
moons, what is left for us mere
mortals to attempt?
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Teach cats to fiddle,
and the little dog to laugh,
or tableware elopement?