stephen-brett-kidde
I was born in the pass, El Paso, TX. The ROTC made a big bang with the artillery. I landed in the Hotel Dieu with prayers for salvation by French nuns who still pray for America. God save us from plutocracy. / / Prayed my way out of foxholes into college and seminary, S. Canaan, PA. Moved with Mary as wife to MT to manage bureaus buried inland with the Bureau of Land Management under glass crows in Glasgow. Computed human services for secular work as Religious Studies man in beautiful Butte...with no trees thanks to Anaconda smelting of mind in copper under town turned city. DD worked for me! / / Slid down the country to sunny FL shortly before maternal grandparents died; shortly before the cun tree was turned pluto crazy by Dubya with mo Raygun nomics. St Pete and USeF trained me to teach math madly & truly to avoid falling into the deep darkness of school closure...so I still seek to teach the godspell of education, America's greatest heritage.
Benefit from
Boundaries
The rule of law is for protection.
All are entitled to security.
No one is above the law.
Violent aggression is not leadership.
Cruelty in punishment is not the cure.
Delight is showered on those
who respect rights for others.
Any law that places profit above the people
is flawed. Any that chase after that flaw
will have troubles beyond management.
I will not express support
for the rule of death.
Life rules the living.
Killing is crime unless justified
by reasonable judgment
regarding self-defense.
Order by design is my proportion.
You are the table
on which I set my cup.
Boundaries enclose pleasure
for healthy happiness.
I have a good heritage.
I will bless good counsel.
My heart reviews my reaching
for the teaching of truth,
night after night.
Justice with liberty in the law
is my goal. The achievement before me
is built upon the success of accomplishment
being left behind.
My heart is glad. My spirit rejoices.
My body rests in hope for good health.
I have not been condemned by the grave.
I will not worship the rule of death.
The path to life is being known
by that which is shown as design.
There is fullness of joy in your presence.
Discovery will give pleasure as a product.
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC
Hope
This parade is a charade
jaded by pride as relief.
It is temporary; transitory;
the celebration of joy
as a passion; not the recognition
of respect as reward earned
when learned; not the sustained
refrain of prosperity for people.
My life had been weakened by grief;
my years made feeble by tears and sorrow.
Strength had failed me because of affliction.
My bones had felt brittle from age.
I had been seen as a threat by my neighbors;
a source of sadness for family and friends;
an object to be reviled or pitied by enemies.
People avoided me when they saw me in the street.
I was deeply troubled by debt.
My eye was consumed by tears and fears;
my throat by dust and doubt.
I put my trust in your purpose.
Freedom is worth the risk.
I would have been forgotten
had I not presumed to speak of love.
I would have been cast aside;
Useless as a broken ***
Those who live in the name of love are blessed.
The wind blows.
A lip quivers.
Whispers weave
around the cheers.
Fear pushes for panic
to oppose sedation for elation.
Anxiety returns like a rip tide.
Hope is imposed on desperation.
Doubt hounds the imposition.
Plutocracy is perusing the addition
of homicide to war and genocide;
to subtract from dissent.
What's one more crime? they chime.
Time is in our hands.
Rescue the future
from their plan;
from those who seek
to destroy opposition.
Shine with warmth upon others.
Let love be our salvation.
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 9:32 AM UTC
Creation
by Discovery
When perception came out of anguish;
conflict with a foreign language,
courage became a divine sanctuary;
learning, objective terrain.
Ignorance looked and fled,
The stream of consciousness
was reversed. Creativity lept for joy
with the discovery.
Why did the stream of thought change?
What made ignorance flee?
Why did the joy of discovery include
creativity?
Tremble at the presence of essence;
at the inference of knowledge from substance;
at the transcendence of prior experience
with new information;
at the education of the student
with the direction of the teacher.
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 9:19 AM UTC
Out of the Depths
from Ps130;
Jonah 2:2-9
I was cast into the water;
into the heart of the darkness.
Where was land? Which way? How close?
Sea...storm...seen.
Currents swirled.
Waves broke.
Face born.
Forlorn.
Again.
No friend.
Seaweed wrapped.
Head attacked.
Still attached.
Mummy me.
Ripped the wrap.
Submerged.
Kick urged
face up.
Broke wet black.
Air attacked
for breath.
Air found.
Water also.
Acked. Hacked. Balacked.
Sputtered. Hand raked wet face.
More water kicked.
Arms fought water for flight.
Heavy clothes made fatigue heavier.
Gravity plus water weight.
The weight of the clothes pulled down.
I don't have the strength to keep my head
above water.
My head submerged. I swam.
I lost strength.
I lost hope.
I lost sight of who I am.
I was swallowed by the deep.
The currents pushed me around
as I sunk down.
Consciousness dimmed.
I felt that I would drown.
I cried for help from the depths.
Out of the depths, I cried:
Help!
Somebody? Anybody? God?
I'm going down.
What am I supposed to do?
Darkness engulfed me.
I saw nothing but shadows; felt nothing but numb;
heard nothing but a high pitched pulse
pushing out; reaching for land.
It was like I had been swallowed by a whale.
I swam. I crested. I gasped for air;
grasped for breath and sank.
I swam more towards shore.
I lost strength and floated up.
The cycle repeated.
Time became endless.
Waves washed my soul to shore.
It was grand to reach land.
Barely alive; with heavy breathing;
I was so happy; I lost consciousness
and dreamed that I had died.
When I woke
it was like heaven.
Light touched my eyes; reached my mind;
warmed my body.
Air touched my nose; reached my lungs;
filled my blood with oxygen.
Wet clothing clung to my flesh; saturated my pores;
pulled my body to the warmth of the shifting sands.
If condemnation for error were justified,
who could stand? Learning from experience
comes with testing for tolerance.
Forgiveness tempers anger
with the remembrance of fear.
Judgement is reserved for the correction
of misdirection as the basis for choice
in behavior.
My soul seeks insight,
more than morning waits for dawn
to show light,
more than dawn waits
for the earth's rotation
to shine right
for
Sight, the seat of light,
wait for your insight
in touch with feeling.
Redemption comes
when earning is learned.
Education grows when instruction
is tested for knowledge.
Conception reads perception
to feed the correction of deception
about greed in the need for providence.
Survival prospers with faith
for salvation.
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 12:22 PM UTC
Need is my lead.
I will not bleed for greed.
I will lay back in a field of green;
to look to heaven to see what can be seen;
to chew on a long stem of grass;
to think about which path to pass;
to look upon the waters close at hand;
to oppose presupposing by plan.
I will not deny fear of evil or strife.
Fear gives light for sight in life.
You are with me by faith and heart.
Comfort slows my racing start.
Trust will be re-written.
Inequality will be de-positioned.
The table will be for discussion and debate.
Reason will rule without hate.
My head has been anointed with oil and sweat.
My income has been overrun by debt.
Surely goodness and mercy sustain the wait.
My life will dwell in this house of heart by faith.
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 8:16 PM UTC