“For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? Or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul? “ Mark 8:36-37 The year was 1863. Abraham Lincoln was President. Strife ruled. The nation was at war with itself. The landscape by most visionaries …
Life is full of things that feed our paranoia. Not the least of which is being stranded behind trucks with ladders and other dangling things. They’re everywhere, these trucks, their loose ladders bouncing about, projectiles of deadly potential, threatening with every bump to pierce your windshield and sever head from body. Oh, the paranoia. It …
As a rule, mules are not known to dance. Yet, it might be easier to train a mule to dance than to compel a First Amendment rebellious free-spirited soul to live under the yoke of the woke. * * * Why this fascination with mules? It’s a family tradition. Plus, it just seems an apt …
Whistling…you either can or you can’t. There’s no middle ground. * * * I was about 10 years old when I first heard the question, “Son, what do you want to do when you grow up?” I knew without even thinking…. all I ever really wanted was to be able to whistle. It’s a tough …
We live and breathe on top of a rock, A furnace aflame at the core. The time is passed in carving stones That we leave just to carve some more. Carving stones and getting stoned, Milestones every day. Stones for walls and graffitied pedestals And Stones to roll away. We don’t give much …
maybe it’s the age or the stage i’m in but it seems strange with so many words our messages remain muddled. much said, volumes read, little solved. consensus cowers, dangles like limp laundry suspended on a back-yard clothesline. constant chatter signifying nothing. everything, talked to death. even Lazarus opts out, been here, …
As if times weren’t already strange, they keep getting stranger. We’ve been living cooped up like caged animals, needing relief, finding little. We’ve hidden behind masks for so long that it’s become de rigueur, the fashion of the times. Not that wearing masks is a new phenomenon, just one for another reason. We’ve sought escape …
Have you ever wondered how much time is squandered just waiting around, for something, anything or nothing at all? Shocking! ********** What better way to pass a rainy Sunday afternoon than making up limericks? Beats crossword puzzles. Here are a few from a brain of nonsense. I’m waiting to see what’s about to go …
Writers are a bit strange and different from normal people. You have to be a little weird to sit for hours in solitude, pecking at a keyboard and stringing words together on the white screen in front of you, hoping to make some sense of whatever it is you’re putting there. And nerve to disseminate …
“In a moment, the twinkling of the eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, and the dead will be raised imperishable, and we shall be changed.” 1 Corinthians 15:52. ********** Life throbs with alchemy. Look around, see the transformation from moment to moment. Even you and I have already alchemized from what …