On our myopic
leaders: Is their vision fault
a problem of eye or heart?
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To see or not to
see is a question for all
leaders’ and followers” hearts.
On our myopic
leaders: Is their vision fault
a problem of eye or heart?
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To see or not to
see is a question for all
leaders’ and followers” hearts.
When did our leaders
lose concern for others and
turn the focus on themselves?
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Mighty myopic,
are they not? They can’t see past
their fear, to clearer futures.
Our founding fathers
did not fight for our freedom
to impress others, did they?
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You might be thinking
not of our founders but of
Young Turks on the hill.
But what about those
who peddle us their poisons
in liberty shaped bottles?
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Just as clothes don’t make
the man, neither does container’s
shape reveal what lies within.
When confronted by
harsh and bitter, unpleasant
truth, what is the best response?
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Because the truth can
set us free, we must embrace
unpleasant liberators.
How likely is it
that we will ever see real
liberty at Liberty?
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I suspect I’m not
“at liberty” to say, but I’ll
bet “Sweet Briar” flowers first!
Since we’ve managed
to vint heavenly nectar,
what is manna’s recipe?
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Manna’s recipe,
at the risk of sounding not
modest, is momma’s.
How do we begin
to transform the grapes of wrath
into communion wine?
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Strip first, the bitter
skin of anger and vengeance,
then ferment the heart and soul.
And when that light shines,
What manner of creepy things
Will scurry for deeper clefts?
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When light reaches breadth
and depth, perhaps then creepy
things will be transformed.
When every which way
we look, we can only see
dark dead-ends, what then?
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Then, perhaps, the time
is ripe, to cast a little
light into those dark corners.
And what, do pray tell,
Is it, about our demise,
That seeds such dread in us?
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Ah, if only it
were not so final perhaps
we’d be able to relax.
Even when we know
a stitch in time saves nine, we
still procrastinate, but why?
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It’s just a habit
for some. But for others
it’s practice postponing death.
With united goals
and singular purpose,
how can we be overcome?
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Trust me, my dear son,
when I say we have somehow
always found a way.
How does one achieve
balance in an unbalanced
world spinning out of control?
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If many people
join hands and spin together,
balance can be restored.
Words can not describe
The truth of any thing. So,
Why do we talk constanly
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The truth that silence
brings can pierce our defenses
and reveal reality.
When ignorance is
bliss becomes the foundation
of belief, what can be done?
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You can quote Occam
to the closed minded fools,
but his razor will miss them.
If the Almighty
made this yesterday, can’t he
heal all our rifts tomorrow?
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The earth might be more
cooperative than our
hardened human hearts.
What wisdom are you
bringing back with you now that
you’ve been to the wild west?
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This place has taught me
that, despite hardships untold,
life will always find a way!
Walk in this canyon
and wonder. What legacy
will we leave for those to come?
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May we leave behind
a canyon and a world where
wonder is still possible.
When reason fails and
bluster holds sway, how can we
make a difference?
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Bend while the gale blows,
Knowing that the breeze will pass.
Rigid trunks will be broken.
When all has been said
and not much of anything
has been done, what then?
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Why, you raise money,
Of course! The hour grows late!
It’s time for re-election!
Where can you run to
Escape this modern world
And it’s electronic leash?
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To escape, walk, don’t run,
to a quiet place, open
a print book and read.
What has the world come
to when little dogs laugh and
forks run off with spoons?
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Absurdity reigns
When statesmanship gives way to
Wish fulfillment fantasy.
When embarking on
a spiritual journey,
what must one be sure to pack?
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Spiritual journeys
are more about unpacking
and traveling light.
So tell me, my fine
son, how can we still shine when
our light has grown dim ?
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“Luminous beings
Are we, not this crude matter.”
Our glow, inexhaustible.
But what’s a writer
to do when the ink dries up
yet the deluge continues?
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Computers and their
keys can compensate with ease
and hold the flooding writer.
When minds run out of
ideas before pens run
out of ink, what can be done?
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A little doodle
In the margin may restore
The balance of ink and thought.
As rivalries go,
college sports is quite benign.
What is the most malignant?
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A big contender
must be parents who don’t see
games for what they’re meant to be.
Have you figured out
what the hokey pokey is
really all about?
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Some odd reference
To the Virginia Tech Jail,
Or so the Wahoo’s tell me.
Now that March has come
has anything really changed
or is this just a redo ?
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Winter months seem to
endlessly march, seamlessly,
one to another, ’til spring.