For a thousand times.
I put on a happy kind of face. But
I travel on in life as a lonely Angel,
I like tasting wine and walking the dogs.

I contemplate thousands of times past.
But when I start to think,
My mind turns straight to forever.

Seeing my reflections in a wavy river,
I look into my eyes,
I think about forever with a smile.

But I think it's the next thousand hours that will make
my life worthwhile.

Why is it so hard for me to decide which I love more?
A thousand days or forever?

I like to use words like 'food and 'travel'.
I like to use words like 'charity' and loyalty'.

But when I stop my talking,
I daydream about forever.

I like to hang out with tequila and soju.
But when left alone,
My mind thinks of forever.

Why is it so hard for me to decide which I love more?
A thousand Days, or
Forever?

© Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.

Have you heard this little story
Of a rabbi and a Christian priest,
Differing in their separate ways,
But are friends, to say the least.

One day, the rabbi asked the priest
In total confidence:
"Could you put up with any man
"That airs his impudence

"When he confesses that he needs
"No sermon nor advice
"From those like you whom he believes
"To be not worldly-wise?"

The priest thought for a moment,
Then answered with some ease,
"A man who frankly speaks his mind
"Is finally at peace

"Not only with himself but God,
"Confession being the bridge
"Across which he could reach the top
"Of his salvation's ridge."

The rabbi shook his head and said:
"There is no way, of course,
"Confession without penitence
"Could be the bridge to cross."

"But," said the priest, "consider this,
"By God's eternal grace,
"We choose two different routes but get
"Together in one place."