Be Told
What worth a thousand
Can't be attained with hundreds
To know the degree
You must measure
To get to the top of a tree
You have to climb it.
Stay bold
If you're working on it
It will surely work out
When you give it your all
There must be an outcome
Even if not immediately but it's certain.
Take hold
A race can never be won
By standing
When the pistol
Had been fired
If you don't begin
You will never get to the endpoint.
Breaking Point
Miracle Man
3/12/2025
I’ve given thought lately that each person,
has an unknown breaking point.
Beyond which is felt, that just coping,
is no longer a viable choice.
Life is filled with obstacles,
that push many toward their endpoint.
Once breaking point is reached,
its too late to silence Satan’s voice.
Remembering a friend who took his life,
And suicide I would never anoint.
Though I never took a step in his shoes,
his choice has taken my reason to rejoice.
Man's Advocate, Christ, returned to heaven's gates
yet, earth's need for Light remained paramount.
God had planned remedy which illuminates
man's body and soul from within like a fount.
Thus dwells seeds of truth in all those who embrace
God's Spirit, causing man's spirit to be stirred.
Light makes Himself known and His raw truth we taste,
digested daily from the truth in God's Word.
With prayer, conscience matures and converys
nourishment for a new diet of service.
Reproof brings discipline when our spirit strays
feasting with him who vainly tries to swerve us.
Wisdom absorbed into its mind, soul and frame,
our being can bring glory to our Maker;
with thoughts, words, deeds that proclaim His holy name -
three-fold - Creator, Savior and Caretaker.
For its worth in forgiveness and redemption,
our faith is sustained to the endpoint of sight
when we join our Christ at the doors of heaven
hearing, "Well done, you've broadcasted My Light."
My bed bound me
too a horrible world
Gone are all sweet dreams
and what lingers must ide
All washed up
Symbols formulating realities
An infinite struggle
scrubbing words on huge walls
history sick
Lost in hidden kingdoms
I turn away
left to doped up soggy misery
Never to see an endpoint
The edges of my heart have sloughed
From the immersion in your drama
This might not have a good endpoint
I want to stop imagining your eulogy
See my sister as I saw her once
See that there was good in her
She was tough and fragile and cruel and kind
I say goodbye to you every day
Are you still here?
Rose fingered dawn appeared early today
at the island, East Brothers Light station.
From Benicia hills I caught the first ray.
Now, absorbing my share of sun's ration
on this islet in San Francisco bay.
I early watched the night, battle, and chased
by the minions of a bright new day.
On the East wind, a train's horn as it raced
to who knows where or what destination.
And I wondered, too, as to my endpoint.
Sitting here in mellow contemplation,
face filled with the solar afirmament
of a life not without worth and valued
at least in the number of good years totaled
We each have a different sirens song that calls us. It lures you at the darkest moment. It's too beautiful to fight. You follow. The beautiful song fills your hallow lungs. It echoes through my lost mind. Knowing every turn and endpoint in my never-ending maze. Now I'm lost in it.
Nature can be expressed in terms of math
'Tis full of quantities and relations
Bounded by the law of interactions
Endpoint implies our dream; segment, our path
There are as many symbols that replace
As there are things in this wonderful place
A plus signifies accumulation
Of things we desire and of friends we need
Constancy of amount of which will lead
To a process called multiplication
A plus is the most legal for the mind
'Cause it never keeps anything behind
But everything has to undergo change
We're bound by this law of the universe
That we can see a thing and its reverse
Just as a domain produces its range
Our gaining results another's losing
Hating this we'll find us violating
Nature is as compliant as we are
We have a minus which means subtraction
Of something from our accumulation
Like seeing true friends going home afar
For memory 'tis the most illegal
Putting this sign between minds is lethal
To Eric and Michael
All she wanted to do was to prove her point.
What goes up must come down –
She packed climbing gear and grabbed her ballpoint.
It was time for the dauntless doubter’s meltdown!
Standing at the bottom of a mountain,
She looked up to the highest point.
Hoping it would not rain,
She headed for the first checkpoint.
Then, stopped to rest and write some poetry.
About life from her viewpoint –
She heard the voice of the Almighty.
And wrote heavenly thoughts He did appoint.
She started climbing again, aches in every joint.
Past her breakpoint and the midpoint to the endpoint.
She dropped her pen; it bounced down the mountain.
Over rocks, nooks, and crannies…proving her point.
© January 18, 2011
I am sailing on a ship to Endpoint Isle
The waves are fierce very high
Blown by a wind has flecked and scarred the deck
With folds like dried old skin
A gull plummets down then up
Thrust sky-high alike a crumpled page of yesterday's news
I've dizzy-staggered to the cabin where stands our captain
All in white his face testament to completion
I would be put ashore and this request on tongue-tip
But somehow all is as should be
I stand at last resigned
Watch the roiling sea
The journey now seems endless with little let-up
Save moments when the waves beat back upon themselves
And when the salt air stings
I know that I am still alive
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