Two stars begin to fall
A cascade of brilliant light
Striking is the speed of their descent
Like athletes whose glistening muscles are spent
Yet they run off the field at the end
The first to fall is Courage
He falls swiftly
And is frustrated that he cannot hold his place
Like a runner who prepared for the wrong race
Because he mistook a marathon for a sprint
Next falls Peace
She falls quickly
And bumps into others-making a noisy plunge
Like hungry children who make a lunge
For the last piece of pie
But there are stars remaining
Faith, Hope, and Love are in no danger
They stand with defiance, ready to fight like brothers
Who have made a pact to defend each other
And hold each other accountable-for light
Do we care and do enough
Do we try and give as much
Back as we always give
Or is our life about hoarding things
Do we share or keep it close
Do we need or want the most
Are we driven by cravings and desires
Are we setting the world on fire
That will burn all and ourselves to the ground
Wreaking destruction with our war sounds
Are we guilty of allowing this
Will we accept accountability for it
Do we go through life with eyes closed
Mind shut down we don't want to know about it
Do we deny what's obvious
Humanity may become superfluous
In a world where there is nothing left
No more air to breathe a breath
We may all die ignorant yet
Because we could and would not do our best
To change our nature or our ways
So in the end it is no shock
That one day this arrogant human race would pay.
We are spiritual entities
Confined inside uncomfortable
Gassy, bloated, human bodies.
That reflect our habits.
We overeat.
We under-exercise.
We over drink.
We drive across the street, instead of walking.
Our humanness is reflected
In so many ways, throughout the day
Sometimes we forget we are spiritual
Beings trapped inside these not-so-great
Shells that we have not taken care of.
When we leave this earthly body
Behind us, we will see our true
Soul self, and it will be jumping
And laughing, and playing with
Glee, so glad to escape our mistakes.
Will we have to explain what we
Let happen to our human shells?
I certainly hope not.
Unsurmountable and Held Accountable
When difficulties are unsurmountable
We should always be held accountable;
Become involved;
Problems solved;
When done will feel more comfortable.
Jim Horn
What I have decided after reading more
of Hillary's "What Happened."
I’m not your father,
So pick up your arrogant attitude and get off my case!
Take your issue with being told to go to school, and instead,
Phone a scream at your real father’s face,
You know, the guy that left you when you were born,
Left you without an old man,
Leaving your mother to raise the three of you alone, yep,
The guy that got up and ran,
Make him accountable, phone him and abuse him,
Tell him how he messed up your life,
Stop blaming everyone here for your woes,
Stop making excuses for his beautiful wife.
His choice to move two thousand k’s away from you….
That made your emotional scar,
The sooner you realize these life realities,
The sooner you’ll see how lucky you are.
Accountable and Unsurmountable
At first ship was admired and reliable,
Every piece was totally accountable.
Under and below;
Wreath do throw;
Sunk and destruction was unsurmountable.
This is truly moving regarding death and
destruction caused by damaged and
sinking ships.
Jim Horn
As a child I was taught to share,
Not to talk back, be polite, don't stare,
Limited to what I was permitted to see,
No radio music, no movies rated beyond pg 13,
We prayed every night before we went to sleep,
And before every meal when we sat down to eat,
We had chores every morning before we went off to school,
There was no getting paid for it, it was just something you do,
If you said a bad word, you got .your mouth washed out with soap,
Pamolive was my best friend, don't you know,
If you got caught lying or being sneaky,
You had better believe you were getting a beating,
And if you didn't have anything nice or respectful to say,
You were to turn your head and walk away,
There was no way to blow off steam,
Your family knew everything!,
And when I look back now, I can say that I'm thankful,
For these are the things that made me accountable.
The scriptures call us to account
to redeem our precious time
making sure it's not wasted
for to do so is a crime
This exhortation is for a reason
for these evil days, we live in
would seek to make us sleepy
spiritually blind gripped by sin
So make sure you value time
making every moment count
getting all you can from it
filling your needed fount
God has declared a judgement
on all mankind to speak
to tell of all they've done
for some, the outcome will be bleak
So remember redeem the time
in these evil days
for God's word declares it
nothing is hidden God says
AUTHOR NOTES: Redeeming the time... Ephesians 5:16
I have a real problem trusting people,
a lesson I keep learning thought out my life,
as soon as I think you can depend on someone,
there no where in site.
I don't know why I bother,
maybe it's me that expects to much,
but if you going to say you'll something,
bloody do it, don't lie.
This really freaking annoys me,
because I always plan my days,
everything has to account for,
I have a lot of things on during the day.
This is very reason,
I rarely ask for help,
they may have good intentions,
but when I really need them they let me down.
I guess it's back to square one,
better off doing everything myself,
at least I no things will get done,
because then I'm accountable only to myself.
M.Mahauariki © 2012
So hit me with yer best shot
You're responsible
For every word you utter
Dare you throw a stone?
It was my mother who nurtured me as a boy and showed me what I would see in a good
wife, but it was my father that groomed me to be a good man and provider for my wife and
family. Once my mother and fathers work was done, my God then lead me to my wife and it
was his inspired word that held me accountable to my vows to her until he calls me home.
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