(A retelling of the story of Abraham and Isaac)
A weary journey, a wakeful night,
They left their camp before daylight
An old man carrying the weight of years
Wrinkled cheeks wet with tears
At hearing the young boy at his side
Prattle on with childish pride
That he alone had been chosen
To help his father on this mission.
Jude’s Saturday Symphony 9-19-2020
“Mythical Creatures”
I’m
Insta-
Born to be
A myth of long-
Gevity, but you
Recognize in me more
Than a curiosity
A gravitar of hope and peace
Beyond worldly mediocrity.
What's a nonet? This one's written in its syllabic reverse.
Getting my coasters all lined up for a reading break.
Yesterday I was privileged to read Candace Owens’s Blackout and was impressed by this young woman’s sagacity and determination to break out of the collective mold she had been forced into by virtue of the color of her skin through the demagoguery of political leaders and educators. Her personal story was well worth reading in and of itself, apart from the views she now holds as to how best her fellow black Americans can advance their communities and enhance their lives individually.Today, back to British historian Tom Holland’s Dominion, his most recent offering, much more of a slow read given the breadth of his subject but now that I’m more than half-way through, enjoying his take on the world-changing nature of Judaeo-Christian values which have raised the conditions of the marginalized, the poor and the helpless to a status they would never have enjoyed otherwise. By dint of his being an agnostic, Holland’s objectivity is especially impressive for its unfiltered look at the now universally-touted values of individuality, freedom, civil rights and tolerance that Christians helped advance throughout the world by their belief in the dignity of every human being made in the image of God.
All this by way of saying I’ll be on a blogging break for an indefinite time but will catch y’all back here as soon as may be.
Take care, my friends.
I see the white picket fences with gardens galore
“Healthy, wealthy, wise,” to you they implore
To follow their ways of crooked desire:
Forget narrow ways and the cross on a spire
When you can live like a king and master of your fate
Living it up with all you can eat on a plate.
But there’s more to life than living behind
White picket fences with gardens they design
A prisoner you’ll be to all that they crave
No freedom you’ll have to serve the God who can save.
“You gotta serve somebody,” the old crooner sang
He got it right and to amazing grace he ran
‘Cause freedom is soul food and nothing satisfies
Like breathing free in Christ with a soul that never dies.
“You can’t be serious, Maude!”
“And just why can’t I, Fred? Twenty baby showers I’ve been to this August and I’m fed up!”
“But it’s your own niece’s, Maude!”
“Fred, we’ve spent a fortune on her already! Graduation from art school, and did you see the garbage that passed for modern art?! Then her birthday, bridal shower, now . . . .”
“Okay, okay! But a baby chair somebody threw out with the garbage, that’s going too far!”
(pause) “Is it garbage though? Or an art exhibit? Fred! Take a picture! Let’s take it all! Just the way it is!”
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Broken shadows across the cracked ground
your grave day lost in flurried words
like September leaves across
yesterday’s hallowed ground
grief yet uninterred:
you six years gone
from my sight
till Day
breaks.
Written for dVerse’s “Poetic: 9 across for a countdown,” this nonet begins with a line from W.S. Merwin’s “To the Light of September:”
Blogging Insights:
Dr. Tanya asks: Do you think that comments add value to a blog post? If so, how?
My opinion on this given in a nutshell?
Take it from me in this silly doggerel:
It’s been six feet this and six feet that
Far too long and there’s no end in sight
But a blog’s been the same for a’ this & a’ that
No need to distance because of a blight;
Don’t shrug, give a hug, leave a comment below
Just to let the blogger know he’s a good fellow. 😉
To make an apt answer is a joy to a man, and a word in season, how good it is!
Proverbs 15: 23
Cee’s FOTD Challenge
9-14-2020: Please send prayers and good wishes to Cee, Chris, the girls, and their sweet cat, with hopes that their home will be spared the current wildfires.
The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of our God will stand forever.
Isaiah 40:8
Psalm 103 Bless the Lord, O my soul,
and all that is within me,
bless his holy name!
2 Bless the Lord, O my soul,
and forget not all his benefits,
3 who forgives all your iniquity,
who heals all your diseases,
4 who redeems your life from the pit,
who crowns you with steadfast love and mercy,
5 who satisfies you with good
so that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s.
Sammi’s WWP
“You can use any format or style you like; go wherever your inspiration takes you.”
Take a look, see, books everywhere!
Under my bed, over couches and chairs
Could they be breeding under the stairs?
I must rectify this untenable nightmare
Another book I’ll not buy, even on a dare!
