It is simple if you are young you
Will make mistakes some will seem
To you very bad and burden you if
You do not believe you are forgiven
Youth is not wise and seeks wisdom
That it may keep from erring again
But this is not to be for we are to
God always children.  Think on this
He was already before the beginning.
He asked Job: Where you when I did
Create the leviathan?  Love forgives
His children  If we  arenot believe
We are forgiven we cannot be His
Children and not being His children
We will not be able to accept the gift
Of our eternal youth that comes to all
Believe God's has  a boundless Love
For His children because as long as
They live they will  always need it and
To who asks believing it shall be given

The only wisdom that is without conceit is
Knowing you are not wise but loved;
Have no conceit of knowing why but
Instead be kind as God is kind to you

There are two ways of looking at things
That roughly correspond to the  Platonic
And the Aristotelian.  There is the actual
Truth . the truth   that things are as they
Are
Commonly perceived and there is the
Ideal truth  that speaks of the enduring
Essential that is  behind the presenting
Illusion.  All men ae good because God
Has made them good Then there is News
That tells another story about who we are
Which is The Truth?/ What is reality?  In
Eastern religion the world is maya  meaning
Illusion that we will escape from when we
Are ultimately enlightened and perceive the
Truth.  Do we have a choice?  Do we dare
Speak for one way or another.  We all hedge
Our bets until there is a choice that must be
Made. In our hearts we would always rather
Believe God but as Churchill said:"Americans
Always make the right choice.  After they have
Made every other "    its funny yes but I am sure
It is equally true of all peoples. Faced with death
Almighty versus the hope of eternal life there is
Only one choice and all men do therefore make
wholehearted the choice of who they are and have
Always been after life lolly gogging  compromise
Men just are not gay and devil may care, Before
Throne of God nor were they ever if truth be told
Let us humbly come before our God seeking the
Joy that the world never gave us except in  the
Glory of long long ago memories of our youth
Then shall we say let it be Thy kingdom Come
Thus the two way converge in the Lord thy  God

I am loyal to my life because it is all
I have Who I am.  So therefore despite
Its' many short comings which I have
Railed against and still will rage against  
Yet I would not sever the vital cord ever.

It is the same with my church and my country
They are my world and my universe-despite
All Vesuviuses; despite all black holes- all that
Is imagined or real that threatens the good life.
I can never say I do not wish thee anymore and
Mean it.  Such I believe is not my idea alone but
All are loyal to the same and it is rooted in the
Common love that is most plain and unadorned
By pretense and humbug sham theatrics of flag
Natives are we of that land which  is of our God
This Love it is which commands my allegiance
To this is my loyalty which I l never voluntarily
Surrender.  But not my will but thy will be done

As a child I earnestly asked my father
Is it true that no matter how much one
Knows; how many ways we try we or
How hard we cannot get to heaven or
Realize the greatest good without he;p
Help that must come from God.  We, my
Mom and dad were sitting around a table
It was nearly dark as before a storm or 6pm
On a winter's eve.  Before he could speak
Suddenly some strange foreigners came to
Our table babbling questions seeking for
directions completely interrupting my hope
Of an answer to my question.  My father did
Not get to answer me.  I guess I really only
Wanted confirmation but it left me feeling in-
Complete.  Later much later he told me to
Write it all down and I would understand.

the present is almost over.  Always
But the past just keeps on keeping on
You have to have to have a few years
Under your belt when decades more than
A few can seem like only yesterday and
You know a lot of water has past under the
Old bridge...
  Little children have grown up
Their children too but their play stays in
Your mind long after they have left home
In life's great theater passions we have known
Tears have been shed and so many things and so
Many curtains have come down and we have been
Left alone to know always knowng it was yesterday
Only yesterday we were on the stage in a gay
Charade or a stranger walking alone in the rain
We knew and didn't know that it would all go away
Like water under the old bridge  to come again to
Wake up our hearts  like a long lost love-kismet

Play is the animating Spirit of creation where it ends
No body knows but God has called it good....
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There is a saying who's source I forget
"Justice delayed is not justice."  Justice
Is swift.  Swift to repent for it is at it's
Source close to  the Divine; as Love  is
Outraged at cruelty  So it is equally swift
To recognize none is righteous but all
Fall short and the judge offends in a way
Like to  him whom gave offense -lacking
Understanding and compassion; failing
In the commandment that we love one
Another even as we love  ourselves; and
So obeying God.  Our better angels know
Repentance and are swift to obey that the
Peace that is heaven's be for us'on earth.

Love is like a fire
It know no shame
Its fuel is dried out
Virtue.  Yet let us not
Cry for they  shall
Come again sweeter
More tenderly than
Before.  From out
The charred ground
Sweetened by the ash
Of what was burned
The loveliness of God
Restored to its origins