A choice must be made in the November election
Mid-term is your nation midlife crisis point for you
Each passing day your president is eroding America
Republicanism has failed to honour your constitution
If you fail to restrain republicanism America is lost
Claim back your constitutional rights which are yours
America your country is crying out for your childrens
Call it the Charlie Kirk effect
But for not being a Christian, recently
I’ve been hearing a lot of Bible quotes,
Quotes which I can easily take to heart,
Like the parable of the wheat ripening
In the field
While the weeds also ripened
All around.
It’s not a matter of just wanting one and not the other
And getting our wishes as if they had that power.
It’s a matter of recognizing both,
The difference in the seeds and their causes,
And appreciating how both the crop and the weeds
Are part of our nature, and both will be abundant
When we reach a crisis point of fullness,
Internally as spiritual beings as we struggle
To live the truth within our conflicted nature,
And externally as material beings as this conflict
Plays out in wars, domestic and foreign,
As both sides struggle for survival and dominance.
It’s easy to know which side will prevail
Since one side is of Life
And the other of death.
We might be self-deluded which side we’re actually on
But in the end it will be crystal clear.
Life and death after all
Cannot be confused.
(10/12/25)
It was my first attempt at writing.
I remember the setting and the city.
The theme expressed my feelings at 19,
which seemed to have been a 'crisis point'
in my transitioning from boyhood into manhood.
That piece has been in my possession
for more than 50 years but never printed.
I was a moth in a cocoon longing to break free.
I was like a baby sparrow I once met stranded on the ground.
The difference was that I gave the little sparrow a lift, and
he was able to flap his little wings and fly away. I had no one.
I was a grown boy turning into manhood without a man to turn to.
So I turned to pen and paper to release what was ailing me inside.
I should have known back then that writing was a large part of me.
I had great ambition, but was feeling alone without guidance or direction.
I must have gotten distracted, took the fork in the road that didn't say,
"writing". I've been a minister, social worker, counselor, baker, and so
many other things, but I only returned to writing 18 years ago. The
'writing bug' never left me alone, surfacing again and again. Now I write.
I am eternally grateful that the Lord allowed me to live long enough to write.
090122PS
Here we are to start another year
so much of the future is so unknown
as the pandemic hits crisis point
makes one feel for those all alone
But one must look ahead in hope
being positive about what's ahead
believing this will eventually end
despite others being negatively red
So difficult to have a plan
not knowing when Covid will end
but it's just a case of the same
keep safe and vaccine is right blend
Be sure to keep fit and well
staying healthy is my no 1 goal
what else can anyone ask for?
but be sure I feel life in my soul
Never forget how to dream
for after this it'll be my need
as normal could be in the past
then dream on your chains be cut free
(I have written this poem about my hopes for the coming new year, unaware what it will bring for good or bad.)
a natural thing
to sing
perspectives with words
overshadowing all
may call&plea
in thoughts&visuals
the answer will be
meditations
on experience
happenings
seeking the essential truth
in
cries of concern
by
the crushed&downtrodden
at
crisis point
honesty
prevails aloud
petitions prayed
blessings beseseched
in credal calls
ask to receive
as we believe
saying it as it is
tell all
large&detailed small
cry now for justice
await
hold back listen watch&see
He speaks
He shows
He knows
I have a dear lover who breaks my heart.
Our different ethics does drive us apart,
Plagues my mind, my soul, through the nights and days.
To abandon all hope or change my ways?
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