Good things happen to bad people to make them good,
Bad things happen to good people to make them cautious
and to teach them to forgive
and to have long suffering
Thus, making them not only good but excellent!
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 11:57 AM UTC
Day is old
to the sunken
strength
of the circle's gold
in Yonder twain.
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 5:02 PM UTC
When to grab I'm not sure
Not when Time is tariff
Barely making of Future's contour
Space and fate in Miscellany
But perhaps I Must grab,
for that remaining Flickering seconds--
before Regret stabs my back
of once-in-a-blue-moon's Wasted Opportunity
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 4:46 PM UTC
If moments in our life can be put in a cd player,
I would:
Play the Moments
Pause the Memories
Stop the Pain
Rewind the Happiness
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 11:15 AM UTC
Yes I thought I knew my Bible
Reading piecemeal, hit or miss
Now a part of John or Matthew
Then a bit of Genesis
Certain chapters of Isaiah
Certain psalms, the twenty-third
First of proverbs, twelfth of Romans
Yes, I thought I knew the Word
But I found that thorough reading
Was a different thing to do
And the way was unfamiliar
When I read my Bible through
You who like to play at Bible
Dip and dabble here and there
Just before you kneel all weary
Yawning through a hurried prayer.
You who treat this crown of writings
As you treat no other book
Just a paragraph disjointed
Just a crude impatient look.
Try a worthier procedure
Try a broad and steady view;
You will kneel in awesome wonder
When you read the Bible through.
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 10:39 AM UTC
I hear the Autumn singing, the varied carols I hear.
Those of nature, each one singing its own as it should be
mellow and simple.
The breeze singing his euphonious tunes as he
howls or sighs.
The trees singing as they make ready for their
deep slumber, or leave off to welcome winter.
The birds quietly singing what belongs to them in their nests,
the nestlings singing from their eggshells.
The people singing as they smile or hum across the street, their footsteps sing as the dry leaves crackle.
The flower's song, her petals on their way to the ground,
shriveling to bid farewell for now.
Mother nature singing changes, of the seasons at its due time.
Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else.
The colors tell what belongs to the earth
---at September the Autumn
of the Equinox.
Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 12:32 PM UTC