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  • A Flair for the Dramatic

    That's Good!     God stepped out on stage And every member of the orchestra knew it was He. He took the baton in hand And breathed forth UPBEAT. Down came the baton DOWNBEAT. And the pattern was given With every eye upon Him. The strings The horns The percussionists The LIGHTS Yes, the lights!…

  • Unmoved

    Just like a tree planted by the water, stay put,Panted but planted,Winded, but wind-filled,Weak, but strong,Depleted, but repleted,Drained, but refilled,Blown about, but never blown over.That is you.    

  • The Part and the Whole

    Fearing God is not a negative when it is done rightly and when we embrace it as a response to His power delivered in love and grace. It is no more negative or frightful to fear God than it is to fear the majesty and intrinsically dangerous beauty of the Grand Canyon or the Pacific…

  • While Everything Quakes

    Tossed and swamped, and dramatized, Sleeps One who cannot be traumatized.

  • Beyond Heroic

    These are says of heroic souls, Standing against tide, Swimming upstream, Living above and beyond definition, Out of the box, Off the charts, Resisting what is evil, Persisting in righteousness, Insisting on love, compassion, and justice, Subject to ridicule, Gallant heroes.

  • Known

    I know I am known and To be known Is to BE. It is not that I think and AM so much as I am thought of And am … And am invited To think and be and be Known.

  • Us – The Unique You

    God hath not given The dreams of our days, Nor hath he driven Our lives in such ways, That we might obscure Our true nature and thus, Pollute what is pure And deny what is us.

  • Hobo

    He wore yesterday’s garments And last weekend’s shave. He bunked with wild varmints Where he learned to behave. Some called him eccentric And others a hobo. His wrinkles, concentric From many a low blow. I think he was classic American lore. I may be sarcastic, But he was no bore.

  • Bury Me

    Bury me not in a marble grave, No golden casket, nor gaudy cave, Dispose of me swiftly with some dignity, For you’re not entrusted with my destiny.

  • Ego Discarded – Out with the Trash

    In proportion to his egoWere his "Letters to Posterity,"Bound and laminatedEngraved in fine calligraphy.Each tidbit marked by chapterAnd broken down by verseWas treated with profound respectAs blessing and dark curse.He hoped to be remembered As one whose counsel soaredTo heights of lofty sentimentOft quoted and adored.So every day, devotedly, His words came trickling downAnd landed…