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...I could do anything....I could...
...any-thing...
...action is action....
...what you are doing is of minimal importance...
....there is no difference between folding clothing and sweeping the floor...
...both need movement.... Why favor any particular movement over another?
...that's what doing has me doing....
....it has me moving, thinking, deciding, processing, interacting with life.....
....but is it any different for a math teacher than it is for an accountant?
....I don't think so....every exercise requires execution...every proceeding is after a
result...
...it's all the same...
.... but then I see so many people love what they do....
...they choose a specific activity that coincides with what feels rewarding...
....but again, what is it about that particular action that makes it any different from
another so much as to make a person like folding clothes MORE THAN sweeping the
floor?
...for me I don't know....
.... its as elusive as the most profound mysteries....
....AND, if everyone can know what they love to do, how do I choose for myself if I
find all things alike...?
....I sit for many many hours contemplating what job should be my vocation...
...What practice should I give my life over to?
....I ask myself what interests me, what do I like learning about...
....but I love everything...EVERYTHING!
...politics...history....flowers... sowing clothing... singing...writing poetry....
..."its all good!"...literally...
...I always circle around, back to the same place...
...I could do anything...I could...
....everything is rewarding as long as you participate with the goal of feeding your
spirit more knowledge and wisdom of how to honor the gift of life...
....but knowing this gets me no closer to knowing what I'm supposed to do...
...SO... I pray...
and pray and pray and pray...
...and search myself... and ask others, and try things to no avail...
...and since I don't know for myself, I ask God to show me....
... I'll do what HE wants me to do...
...there's nothing that could be more rewarding....
...but He hasn't answered my prayer, so I wander still...
...waiting to know...
....waiting to accomplish...
....waiting to set goals...
....waiting to feel fulfilled....
...waiting....
Oh Lord, I know you know I have been thanking you a lot lately
But today I want to pray
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Almighty Lord
You know me and you know how in life I pine to succeed
I know all that I want
And I know what to do in order to get it all
The will power, emotional power, confidence... certainty
...and all that entails the achievement of a dream
But there is one thing I specifically need
For with it my success is guaranteed
Almighty Lord
Please give me the discipline of a student
Please make me endear my keenest efforts on my chief pursuits
Just as though I’m about to sit for an exam... for I know in a way I am
Please give me the sense to properly manage my time
And take from my heart the desire to waste time
...and the vice of procrastination
In its place fill me with the fear of punishment and failure
...if I go about work like a truant does
...spending too much money here... and too much time there
Please sharpen my focus like that of a student aiming for that higher diploma...
...knowing the realisation of it will chance him a higher degree
Help me aptly execute the duties entrusted unto me
For its exceptionality will lift me to the reach of even higher doors
Almighty, please fill me with the discipline of a student
To sacrifice my little peer pleasures now... and invest all my heart into my pursuits
Knowing all too well that as that an empowering reality awaits me
...at the end of my truest efforts
Help me to be honest with myself
...knowing that all I do now
...is first of all for my own benefit
And that if I do it so well
It will benefit and inspire even many more to garner more of their potentials
Now my Almighty Lord,
Think of this as a business proposal
I have the dream and capability
You have the power over reality
If you take my dream and capability seriously
...and assist me with your power over reality
Very soon I will succeed, and there will be many wanting to be like me
All these shall be to your gain too for I shall direct them your way as proof
So you see Lord, your help and my efforts will tomorrow make us both a happier lot
Think about it
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Mhmm... Who am I kidding, I know you did think about it and that’s why you
decided to make me live
Thanks Lord
As a lad, agrarian affairs held for me very little charm.
I could hardly wait to escape that toilsome Hoosier farm!
From early dawn when my Dad would have me rouse,
There were always things to tend be it garden, hogs or cows!
Milkin' a herd of cows began the daily farm routine.
This was done by hand since we had no milkin' machine.
There were hordes of horses, goats and chickens to be fed,
And the onerous task of curryin' the mules, Clyde and Fred!
Tater bugs must be picked from acres of pertaters,
And weeds to hoe from never endin' rows of termaters!
The old John Deere was cranked to plow and harrow the fields,
To prepare to plant the corn and wheat for our annual yields!
In summer came the shockin' of sheaths of golden wheat,
Fightin' nettlesome sweatbees in the swelterin' Hoosier heat!
October brought no respite since we shucked the corn by hand,
Pluckin' rows upon rows of the stuff that never seemed to end!
Nowadays, I'm told that farmin' is done with relative ease,
By a new breed of sodbusters with agricultural degrees,
Ownin' air-conditioned tractors and fancy milkin' machines,
Sportin' Stetson hats, alligator boots and smart designer jeans!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
The C.O.P. (Cop On Patrol) by Robert Allison
One day I was driving in my car,
But I hadn't drove very far.
When I was scared out of my might,
By a pair of red and blue lights.
Well, I thought the cop just wanted to race,
But actually it was me, he was trying to chase.
So, of course, I had to stop,
When up came a big, tall cop.
I said "Hi, how do you do?"
He said "OK, and same to you."
"This ticket's for your car's racket,
And for no license plate bracket."
I said "I hope this ticket's free."
He said "Nope, that'll cost a big fifty."
I thought it was me he was trying to con,
And I said "Aw, now, Come on!"
He said "Don't give me none of yo' jive,
Or else it'll cost ya seventy five!"
So then I headed towards home,
In my shiny piece of chrome.
My mom came after me with a broom,
And said "Now you, get to your room!"
Well, I had already started to sob,
Because I knew I needed a job.
But, I sure hated the thought of work,
Because I knew I'd feel like a jerk.
The job I got, I know is mine.
And I sure feel so fine.
I'm sure glad that ticket wasn't free,
'Cause now I am an EMPLOYEE !
I watched diligently as the old man finished his work,
Although it may have taken just a bit longer, you knew this was an added perk.
Quality is something that has become so very hard to find,
It’s like everything that used to have value has been left behind.
And the really sad part to me was he was so appreciative to get the bid,
He said most folks don’t think I can do the work, but believe me he did.
With a few added touches he threw in for free,
He said I take pride in what I do and I just want people to see.
But his work was truly magnificent the best I’ve ever seen,
The old guy was in his seventies but his stature was straight and lean.
Everything was done with hand tools, not one power tool did he have on the site,
And just getting to know him, to me was such a delight.
I’ve always championed the underdog and I really don’t know why,
And I can usually tell some ones character, by their stature, but mostly the look that is
in their eye.
Not only did I find a good carpenter, but I also made a friend,
Some one whom I’ll always remember to the very end.
Sometimes the weight of the world comes in a thought
Of those we miss, and things we long again to do
My weight is in the things I long should have wrought
The love I long to perform without opportunity to do.
Sometimes the turtle's race is the road not taken
The sudden impulse to sun the futile wings of wax
The patience longing to breech the prayer of heaven
O I cannot back again, I cannot walk the empty tracks.
O tell me not to lay my shoulder bare of you, O love
Tell me not to martyr my soul for joy's well being
To cheer the brooding heart the soul must be a weeping dove
The climber of the mountain has no time to view the scene.
Sometimes the weight of the world comes in a thought
A sense of failure, purpose lost along the way of pain
The more I lost you, love, the more for me I sought
The more I find me the heavier grows this mortal chain.
Monday morning coffee break
Everyone seems ill at ease
To be back working from eight to five
It almost seems the order of the day
For people to sit down and dissect human nature
Just to keep themselves alive
'Did you see what she was wearing'
'Did you hear what she said'
Its all par for the course I'm afraid
I sit amongst lives
Happy to critise others
Rather than face the mistakes they might of made
The business of bitchiness
Has me reaching for my quiet room
Begging for a sun that wakes
To bring me solace and freedom
From whisperers and secrets
On Tea cakes and Coffee breaks