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Saturday night and
I'm as sober as a..
..and who can judge
just how sober?

The jury is out on that
but trust me
I'm home in the flat
stone cold...

comfortable
on the easy chair
She sits in the high chair
and
no judgement from her.

Nine PM.

When I was younger
I used to go at this time
now
at this time
I'm ready to turn in

Hopefully not into a pumpkin.
Nylon
a stock in trade
for the robber
or it used to be
when masks were
de rigueur,
but these days
robbers don't care

they love their fifteen minutes
in the spotlight's glare
giving it large because
they really don't care.
It's eat all you want
even if
you don't want all you eat
drink Canada Dry,
and why not?
it's in the price you pay.

The perfect Holiday.

Apologies to Billie.
Some of God's saints have it the worst!
Though they're truly blessed,
It seems like they're cursed!

Cathy woke up... a chair for her bed,
She couldn't walk,  she slept sitting instead.
She walked as long as she thought she ought
She walked along until she COULD NOT.

Josh got a call from a doctor who said
All the man's body was a ledger in red.
Without a procedure he'd live life in dread,
Without a procedure he'd likely be dead.

Cathy went out,  nursing home bound,
Where friends and family would not be around.
For Josh death WAS the end of his story!
But that end would bring
God the most glory!

Sometimes our pain shows how we endure
Life is not blessing when there is no cure!
God doesn't heal the way we think He ought,
Sometimes we sleep, the fight of faith fought.

So let's undergird the saints who despair
Be the friends and family that they don't have there!
When a saint has received
A bad report!
Please do not shun him!
Don't be that sort!

No! Jesus still loves them more than you know
Yes! Jesus still loves them...

THE WORD TELLS US SO!!!

Catherine Jarvis aka SoulSurvivor
September 12th 2025
She
who captured your imagination
is as real as she can be
and while you're musing on your fantasy
She comes home to me.

But there are some fancy gizmos
that perch on the end of a man's nose
to let them see what they want to see
She still comes home to me.
Thunder and lightning
or to be more precise
lightning and thunder,
He
ducks under the duvet
and there he'll stay
until it's all over.
Lay on an open hill
On this strong
Autumn morning
The warmth
And the light
Both exciting
And calming
Place a big green leaf
If you can still find em
Over each eye
And go back to reclining
Let the light
Hit the flesh
And filter through
To your own
Feel the history
Of Earth
You
And you
Alone.
No one for miles
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