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("Morphogenesis Merit Badge" - MB #37, 2011, original oil)
A Good Day to Die
(for Bill – 07/10/1925-10/14/2023)
Another day dawns
To the recognition
It is both the beginning of
The rest of your life
And as good a day as any
To die.
Before the sun sets today
You, me, us could all
Beat it to it.
And when we set
Where do we go?
Such questions lead to
Unknowable answers.
It’s easy to apply for solace
The analogy of a planet spinning
In orbit around its central star
In the sense of cycles cycling
Into eternity…
But we all know such crude analogies
Miss the mark of reality.
Even the grandest universe
Has an expiration date.
And so it goes,
Each day
A new beginning
Each day
A good day to die
Each day
Just another day to go
Into the mystery.
But no matter what
Whether sooner or later
There is still the chance
To seize the day
Stand tall
Even if
All you can do
Is lay down
And bring a little joy
To this world
And those around
(10/14/23
I want some chicken noodle soup. I find two cans in the pantry and check the expiration dates so I’ll be sure to open the can that will expire the earliest. First can—August 2026. Second can—February 2019. I stare at the second date in disbelief. I look at the date again, as if I can wish it to change. The date doesn’t change. February 2019. I take the expired can and set it aside for ecofriendly disposal. I open the first can and heat up my lunch. M’m! M’m! Good!
Later, I tell my wife about it. “Uhg! Now I’ll have to check the dates on everything” she says as she heads toward the kitchen. “You don’t have to do it now” I offer. “No, I’ve already started.” I smile and nod, happy that she’s so diligent. Less than an hour later she reports that she threw away several items including the salt. “Why did you throw away the salt?” “Because it expired in 2022.” “Did you taste it?” ”No, why would I taste it? It expired,” she says matter-of-factly. I chuckle under my breath.
Hours later I ponder over my personal expiration date. I recently read that the average male in the U.S. lives to 74.8 and the average female lives to 80.2. Since I just turned 70, that’s quite a scary thought. Of course, I also read that a “70-year-old man has a 54% chance to live to 90 if he doesn’t smoke or have diabetes, has healthy weight and blood pressure, and exercises. But cutting out exercises and becoming more sedentary reduces the chances of reaching 90 to 44%.” Meditating on what this might mean for us, I smile and offer a prayer of thanksgiving.
mindful of each day
thankful to the Creator …
soulful chicken soup
Expiration Date
Miracle Man
8-9-2023
When near life’s end if I should look back
at life’s ups and downs and all its stings
I’ll review those times when drifting off track
and lament not enjoying the little things
But only God knows when this will occur,
I must stay ready for the knock at my door.
For at this time my life will appear as a blur,
I don’t want to be chaff that’s left on the floor.
Matthew 3:12
“Whose fan is in his hand, and he will throughly purge his floor, and gather his wheat into the garner; but he will burn up the chaff with unquenchable fire.”
EXPIRATION :
Existence of certainties and uncertainties,
Governed by disclosed and undisclosed warrantees,
The story is actually a mystery.
Promises become unfulfilled,
And the expectants turn to wail.
If we choose to talk about that,
Nothing would be considered by heart.
It's still the same old tale without doubt,
Of which men of ages didn't understand.
We've heard of it more and more,
And we've felt its sharp pain before.
It's bounded by no law,
Thusly, appears anytime it wants.
Many a time we try to foreclose it,
By setting walls against its exhibits.
But we end up at the same junction,
Whereby it present itself as an injunction.
And we only mark it with a memory,
For it can't be forever discarded by money.
In fact, it can be avoided by nothing,
As it truly remains inevitable.
Its visitation is unpredictable.
How we wish we would overcome it,
But freely does it shows itself in a flit;
Causing a precious life to cease and efface.
That's when the soul goes to an unspecified place,
And the soma also returns to its origin.
Then ammased earthly treasures become futile.
Absolutely, we're all standing aghast,
As one day we all would breathe our last.
What do you do when duct tape won’t fix it?
Y’know, when that “I got this” attitude is shattered
When it’s not things, or stuff, or “errors”
That require the questionable solutions of the “fixer”.
Souls are hard to comprehend and come without service manuals
No graphics or guidelines, no “call this number” bailout.
And yet they fail, suffer breakage, weaken with time
Outlive their expiration dates, idly linger.
Daybreak’s sun rises dimmer and fades to futility
As darkness intrudes into a vacant emptiness.
My tool box is useless, its contents befuddled
By an invisible break, an un-noticed fissure,
The silent slide into a dreaded abyss
Of distance, doubt, disconnection.
I am the duct tape and I cannot fix it
Save to cover my eyes and deny its presence.
Life Is Near
Every day in every way
Death creeps in relentlessly
Ceaseless
Kept under cover candy sweet protected
Sugar and salt are flavors strange
Touch on sensations raw
Death comes between sliced bread
Nothing in between
Sent to sensations, to the edge alone
We love them and they love us
Sandwiched on the other side of life
Stinging to that end
There is nothing wrong with death
Religion tells us so, blesses it
Fear is not the enemy
It is clear when faced with pleasure
Life sets in
The illusion dampens, numbed feelings within
Think twice when faced with it
Around each corner waiting
Fear of life is contemplated
To that end, one end
Life is fear simply punctuated
Permission never granted
Like fruit it is always near, perishable and clear of purpose
Life comes with no specific expiration date
No guarantees
Only fear of being in existence is
That constant howling in the wind
Halloween with rain, October's name
Words straight out thought
Poets who you don’t know
As a Poet, we want the reader to know it
Alpha letter by Alpha letter fit
We are human just like anybody else
We share our feelings as emotions
It’s like riding a boat feeling the waves of an ocean
Feeling the moment with an immediate write
The horizon and seeing our own distance impacting the words
We explore and share our experiences
The journey’s we faced
A Novelist and Poet no one can compare
It’s all about words and being heard
Heart of Gold and our minds being bold
It’s our stories told
Writing on our own frontline
As a Poet, I hope you appreciate our movement
The Need, Desire and Articulate
We wouldn’t be Poets without the encouragement from others
I think back on this motto, “NOTHING TO DO BUT DO IT”
The above motto is an excellent one of fulfillment
My own motto, “PURSUE EVER AFTER”
We are Authors of our own spoken words
It says a lot having no plot
Poet inspiration
Having no expiration
Poet Write
Nice and smooth
Everything to prove
Enable always able
March 20 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Judges 8-9
Key Verse – Judges 8:7 And Gideon said, Therefore when the LORD hath delivered Zebah and Zalmunna into mine hand…
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO DELIVERS US TOWARD TRIUMPH
Praise be to God for delivering us toward triumph so:
Vital in fighting along His granted freedom
Valuable though fainting with our guilty flesh
Victorious in fulfilling His great favour
Visible while feasting in His gracious feeding
Valiant in fleeing to His good faithfulness
Judges 8:23 Praise be to the Lord Who
rules over us by His:
Secured salvation
Scriptural standards
Steadfast sanctification
Satisfying sufficiency
Sure settlement
Judges 9:56-57 Praise be to the Saviour for
rendering what is best for us:
Beyond our expectation for faith-building
Before our excitement for fruit-bearing
Beneath our exhaustion for face-beautifying
Between our expiration for fervency-bestowing
Bringing our exaltation for future flight-blossoming. Amen!
March 20, 2024
We had dinner with good friends and their children the other night.
We hadn’t seen them in a while
and as we sat together around the table in the restaurant
I thought about our friendship and it immediately made me smile.
How we met the mom and dad before they were a mom and dad
when we were strangers right off the street…
Which, if you stop to think about it, is how most strangers meet.
There is a kind of miracle with friendships…
the moment when being strangers ends…
a moment when, we all feel it, strangers become friends.
A friendship that is strengthened by sharing laughter, hopes and dreams…
by holding onto one another as we ride through life’s extremes.
I thought about how life can be unpredictable…
how we don’t always know what’s coming down the pike…
which means there are some friends we don’t get to see as often as we’d like.
How days, weeks, months and sometimes years slip by until we meet again…
how that long awaited meeting is sweet and tender-hearted.
how it's as if no time has passed…as is if we never parted.
Which brings me back to the table that evening…
where we experienced one of life’s wonders…shared only among friends…
how a friendship has no expiration date…how a true friendship never ends.
As we visited with their family…I was happy to know the secret…
I hope one day all friends will learn….
how a friendship never says goodbye…but waits patiently for its return.
How nothing can weaken a friendship…when it’s a true friendship you create…
and how no matter how long it takes to bring that friendship back together…
it is always worth the wait.
Life’s Metaphor
Written: by Miracle Man
11-21-2019
Life is a scrimmage for eternity,
At birth we’re put in the game,
and how we perform is crucial.
It’s a time of proving what we’re worthy of,
And even though we may fumble, God will forgive,
and allow us to return to the game.
At games end, we’re either called up or we’re left behind
So we can’t be content to just mark time occupying the bench.
We must stay actively engaged in the game,
For God alone, knows the expiration date on our contract.
Tom
“The hardest thing to learn in life,
is which bridge to cross and which to burn.”
Laurence J. Peter