Been away for a few days/nights, sorting out the grain from the chaff. And by God's grace and love, I've been successful...
And just when I thought the gifts couldn't get richer, I found a poem come flowing out tonight. It may read as a sadness, but read deeper, because there's love and the anticipation of a love that holds the salvation one man, this man, sought. That salvation was delivered to me by Providence, and this poem marks the time it took me to come to this revelation...
Red cirrus swipes against blue canvas
The colors should grasp my voice and send it heavenward, but I can't... just can't
Birds alight like dreams upon my head, shoulders
They wheedle me for a song to join theirs...
But I can't... just can't...
A child laughs and invites me into her otherwise private joke at the ridiculous world of ridiculous grown-ups...
I smile, and, for that briefest of explosions from the canyons of my yesterdays, I want to join her. Join her and force my wild laughter to Heaven's gate... but I can't... just can't...
A friend died today, or maybe a century ago, but it feels like every second he's there, then not...
And before tears can own me, I remember his jokes about living, dying, soaring, searing and God, and I want to laugh... but I can't... just can't...
I sit on the quiet bench among heavy skies, and I know, now, the reason for my can'ts...
I can't until there's you to show me I can...
Postscript:
God gave me HER, as undeserving as I was for all my years, and she shines a light dipped in God's lustrous Waters, a light that guides me in Stygian nights and stormswept days. And I decry my unending gratitude for God's gift of her. Amen.
And things began to become unsettled... The world was suddenly a little more surreal, and, then again, more concrete..
This video was taken by Pete Bodette and Dick Affolter during the summer of 2005 and later was shown on ABC News. The creature in the video is thought to be none other than the famous Lake Champlain Monster. Two retired FBI agents reportedly viewed the video and claimed it was authentic. According to the fishermen, the creature was never fully seen but they did see its nose and head surface occasionally.
Bodette was quoted as saying, “I’m 100 percent sure of what we saw. I’m not 100 percent sure of what it was.”
This is the pool adjacent to the playground that contains The Fucking Slide (see the accompanying post below).
Why do I get the feeling that there are Banana Hammocks somewhere close by?
I just figured out what kind of star I am: a white dwarf star. I am confident in this assertion because of one personal fact: I too am made of degenerate material. (But, thankfully, I'm not as big as the Earth. That would really put a damper on my social life...)
So regarding a question before: whats the difference between a White dwarf and a Neutron Star?
A star with up to 10 solar masses gives rise to a white dwarf. A star with more than 10 solar masses gives rise to a neutron star.
A white dwarf is made of degenerate material and is about the size of Earth.
A neutron star is more compact and dense, it is made up of practically 95% neutrons.
It has an average of 20 km in diameter only. The magnetic fields of neutron stars are more intense than that of a white dwarf.
And she is, through and through.
“you will be my one and only”
— lianne la havas - unstoppable (via swaggyquotes)
So that's how the elephant keeps getting in...
I do feel this so vehemently, but I also want to point out that the greater part of defeating that dread disease is faith, fellowship, and mindset. Manifestation isn't just for financial gain. It can also get you some time back to enjoy the ones you love THAT much longer.
Peace and prosperity, to all.
Amen!
Only a sick bastard wouldn’t reblog this.
Steve Messam
Steve Messam is an environmental artist based in County Durham, UK and working internationally. His ephemeral site-specific installations re-imagine the everyday, interrupting historical landscapes and vacant architecture to help us perceive the familiar environment in a new way.
Fluidity...
Leftists hate being reminded that it's Game Over now...
Day 1 - No Time Wasted 🤔
The one flake that can't be put into the box is the one who dumped all the others onto the table...
And I have no biases against anyone, before anyone unleashes their ire on me. Hair color, skin color, eye color, ethnicity, gender, sexual preference, and all of the other motes that make up each and every one of us inhabiting this world, now, in the past, and the present, are particles that make up a greater creation, and I look at each person based on individual creative beauty. Each is unique and each is important to me. So, calm down, and just chuckle. And if you must satisfy the need for vitriol and retaliation for an imagined slight, then hit me with a Scots-Irish joke. That's my ancestral palette... I can guarantee you I won't get angry or go on a rant.
A Blonde calls her boyfriend and says, “Please come over here and help me. I have a killer jigsaw puzzle, and I can’t figure out how to get started.”
Her boyfriend asks, “What is it supposed to be when it’s finished?”
The blonde says, “According to the picture on the box, it’s a rooster.”
Her boyfriend decides to go over and help with the puzzle. She lets him in and shows him where she has the puzzle spread all over the table. He studies the pieces for a moment, then looks at the box, then turns to her and says,
“First of all, no matter what we do, we’re not going to be able to assemble these pieces into anything resembling a rooster.”
He then takes her hand and says, “Secondly, I want you to relax. Let’s have a nice cup of tea, and then….. he said with a deep sigh” …………
“Let’s put all these Corn Flakes back in the box
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