Is it better to
run and stumble than never
to have run at all?
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To run and stumble
is, by far, preferable
than to run and fall
Is it better to
run and stumble than never
to have run at all?
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To run and stumble
is, by far, preferable
than to run and fall
Is this the season
when rationality reigns
in dawning days of reason?
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There is no reason
to think rationality
could reign or run this season.
When the sky is full
of pigeons are we being
sent messages from on high?
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If the sky is full
of pigeons flying above,
the message will be messy!
When that crushing weight
lands squarely on our shoulders,
what, on earth, are we to do?
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First we ask, “Is this
weight mine to bear?” and then
we move on from there.
How can we keep our
wits when many candidates
and congressmen have lost theirs?
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Well, finders keepers
leaps to mind, but in battles
of wits, everyone loses.
Can we find comfort
in that sure and certain faith
despite all the damage done?
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Would we, no matter
the damage, need comfort if
our faith were certain and sure?
Is it the gospel
truth that we should build bridges
instead of bombing carpets?
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The first “bridge builder”
thrice chose to deny the truth
to become the rock.
When dotting I’s and
crossing T’s trump the meeting
Of the people’s needs, what then?
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Dotting I’s? Crossing
T’s? That doesn’t sound like Trump
to me. As for needs? Puh-leeze!
If the worm hadn’t
gotten up before the bird
would worm still be here?
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If worm lounged abed,
that sluggard, then early bird
would have to settle for brunch.
Can we acknowledge
both our success and failure
nondisingenuously?
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Indeed we can, but
when disingenuousness
is trumped by lies, let’s just cruz.
What will keep us warm
when our fire begins to
die and we grow cold?
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Bask in the warmth of
past successes or wallow
in the burning of old shame.
When snow turns to sleet
And later to rain, do we
rejoice or despair?
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This is a question
for the ages – youth, age, and
those who lie between.
How is it that some
hold fast to both head and heart
in adversity?
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With strong winds rising,
some cling tighter to the known
while others ride the whirlwind.
God is everywhere.
Do we really need all this
bloody evangelism?
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Zealots of all stripes
put coercion first and tend
to ignore real human need.
Counting to ten should
not be hard. Why does it take
so long to master?
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In this frantic world
it often seems unlikely
to ever get beyond three.
Since we are rooted
yet reaching for Nirvana,
how can we withstand the strain?
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The strain of reaching
unroots us from the very
thing we’re reaching for.
Are we being daft
to hope that reason and love
might at last prevail?
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The prevalence of
love is beyond reasoning.
Reason; not so much.
How do you cope
with ill conceived, last minute,
thought demanding a reply?
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Perhaps the best bet
is a well-conceived, thoughtful,
undemanding non-reply.
When you don’t know which
way is up, is it better
to focus on down?
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Our roots grow downward,
providing us with a base
from which to grasp Nirvana.
When sneezes explode
and coughing wracks your body,
how do you muster your drive?
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The only drive you
need is one that will take you
straight to the doctor’s office.
What is the best way
to get through February
days that seem to never end?
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There is a reason
those Romans relocated
two days into the summer.
I’m, to this server,
Sugar, Sweetie, Honeypie.
Perhaps you could tell me why.
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A little bit of
sugar helps the medicine
go down and might even pay.
Is living in a house
filled with teenage drama queens
payback or preparation?
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Payback for dramas
past and preparations for
dramas as of yet uncast.
How far have we come
and what helps us stay focused
when weary and old we grow?
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Focusing upon
histories glorious pearls
will recharge our youthful glow.
When our day devolves
into a sea of sorrow,
where do we find a lifeboat?
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Lifeboats abound if
we will but look around and
finding one, climb in.
If mares eat oats, why
should we when there’s ice
cream galore in yonder store?
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A treat, everyday
quickly loses its luster
then nothing else will suffice.
What kind of culture
trusts rodents for the weather
and seeks leadership from clowns?
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Uncultured cultures,
guided by superstition
where reason is Trumped by fear.
As we begin month
two, what should we sing that would
insure a flower-filled Spring?
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When we’re summoning
flowers from the frozen earth,
Any joyful song may ring!