Time marches forward, like troops in lock step. A vanguard of locked shields, and weapon at the ready. Forcing approval of policy, though many in the nation disagree with those sanctions. Awkward and unpolished egos need buffing, and ratings of approval take first place over substance. Potential lies dormant from the beginning. The solution is… Continue reading Forgetting Where You Came From
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A Lifestyle of Waiting
People tell me, “it’ll be OK.” They offer encouragement, advice, or relate what happened to them, or somebody they know, But nobody offers real solutions. I’m told that government programs will meet my needs, but the process is endless. Strangers poke their nose into my business. They want an exact accounting of my personal life.… Continue reading A Lifestyle of Waiting
Angry and Short
I want to keep this ramble short; Avoiding arguments, but still rant and snort. In freehand writing, I may go long; To stick to rhyme and verse, emotions stay strong. Intense, energetic, staccato words soon deflate; Poured out on the page, time for rant to truncate. PS: Not really upset, just having fun with wordplay.… Continue reading Angry and Short
Signs of Change
Lost leaves, raked up in piles, the scent of burnt leaves stinging the nostrils, and air that is becoming cool and brisk. Signs of the changing seasons. Fall is here, and you can see it in the trees. No more fruit left on the branches. Leaves that have exchanged bright green for orange, yellow, red,… Continue reading Signs of Change
The Changing Winds of War
Or, a Hard Day’s Battle Or, Floundering in the Wind Or, I should Have Just Stayed Home Today To the seas! Let’s Go! set sail; We’re confident, strong,, and unshaken in belief; With winds of victory, we can’t help but prevail. Make each enemy fall! Give them grief! On wings of eagles, full sails race… Continue reading The Changing Winds of War
Ever Flowing Streams
But let justice roll down like waters, and righteousness like an ever-flowing stream. –Amos 5:24 (ESV) Alice was running on raw adrenaline. Her perfect evening had been shattered in ways she never dreamed possible. The twins were to go to visit grandparents, the baby had a sitter, and Hal was due in at the airport.… Continue reading Ever Flowing Streams
Feels Like Sanctuary
Summer time. ‘This is my time of the year.’ Thought Zack. ‘I can wear what I like. cut off Shorts from old blue jeans, tank tops, and my favorite sneakers. Grungy, dirty, stinky, and nobody cares how they look. I can do what I want.’ “Ted!” Zack shouted as he saw his friend round the… Continue reading Feels Like Sanctuary