'Tis off to the races now that homeschooling has ended.
One half earns for their subsistency,
other half learns about delinquency.
Be they friends and their best efforts were suspended.
Tale spring muses as the anticipant's
appraised specifies traditional hopes
load stages standard addictive transplants
secured cognitive lodestar prolonged copes.
Missteps venture the wide-eyed sneeze, and runny nose
a caption reads, "This be the Time.", gone are
the reporting authors, counting those
to acknowledge them, minus their star.
Bloom's wilt and hues fade know not the hour caused,
advents trending acquisitions neglect closure
but fail to end the brotherhood of friends exposure.
halls went silent the schoolyard empty, turned men paused.
True Grace specifies no special face to extend God's Grace.
Religion at its finest could never define the True God of the Bible.
Understanding and loving God demand that we do likewise with others.
Ecclesiastical organizations are great assets for reliving human suffering.
Giving His only begotten son was God's greatest example of loving humanity.
Reliance and resting in the reality that enables us to give our lives in service
Activate True Grace, and we set an example of Relational Christianity.
Religion is both God-centered and taking care of orphans and widows.*
Exceptionalism should be a trait of Christians that is given as seasoning.
052021PSCtest, Giving Godly Grace, Regina McIntosh
*James 1:27
Suitcase in hand, a face polarized against
the frosted window pane, searching verily
for continuity of a life that knew no restraint.
Someone’s Grandfather a considerate Uncle,
life’s situation upon the wane, a link within
the prejudicial chain of forfeited souls.
One’s transitions ablaze in the haze, an index
to summarize each hiatus gaze, grappling to come
to terms with this enforced deed of human kindness.
Guided by caring hands, assembled around the room
each demising chair, filled tidily with expressions
of doom and gloom, here where silence specifies
many words, and lifelong sentiment never heard. Yet
I see an old man in remembrance of his youth —
worth listening to if allowed to speak!*
*Thank you Richard Lamoureux. for the inspiration and line.
© Harry J Horsman 2019
A weapon based affiliation is neither a cat cavern or a divided field. Marshals could be described as marshmallows as they are often rounded mush balls. Often a cape is found staring at a calender in a midday glaze. But guidance from sandstorms glow in minds. Entering like breadsticks. Forcibly correcting wrongs in specifies locations globally. Wisdom is not held in a button or a shoe lace. And lacrosse is an extremely busy explosive experiment when attempted by nine foot rabbits. How wonderful it is to sit by a plumage which is radiating. Undirected individual skylights of assorted colours and hue. Adjusting with the many lights. Across all regions but where to put a sparrow is the question for a branch. Perched placed pecking. And one must always admire the flowing of elephant steps. How quite quickly they assemble and move. Latter day layers then. No hahahaha actually for the fractions of house us segmented. Jalapeño halogen bulbs. Xxxx terminology xxxx tripods. *** gravitational gravitation xxxx
She saw the crimson walls;
felt the apprehension and fear;
heard the screams without physical ears.
They were not familiar to her so,
she could not have warned them.
She had no idea where the house was so,
she could not have sent the police to help them.
The bloody memory left ghosts hovering
in her psyche for weeks;
knowledge of the slaughter, fed hungry nightmares;
as she prayed that she was wrong.
Whom and where remained elusive;
if only she knew; lives could be saved.
Premonitions repeat in dreams;
torturing the dreaming mind with,
precognitive news is bad enough, as it is; without the waiting and anticipation of hearing what one already knows.
When the house appeared on the nightly news;
the anchor told about the blood-spattered walls
on both floors.
Green nausea overcame her.
She agonized for a year;
rarely seeing or reading the news;
realizing that she might’ve prevented it.
Oh God, if only she’d known whom, when and where.
Precognition never specifies the details;
only the horrors yet to come.
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