The Vine — A VirusHead Poem All this talk of trees, on and on for the phallic market Strategies of an oily snake for leafage sales (once his hanging Globulars were taken). Sublime awareness must be more Than a petty lesson from a parent uncomfortable With the shape of fruition, death more complex Than effect catalyzed by theft of figgish ‘apple’, or … Lest we ruin another ancient secret, the swords still whirl. But there was a gift, a scion,…
I wonder how many Christians regularly visit prisoners to offer consolation and comfort anymore? I’m not talking about ministers or special group missions, but regular laypeople of the many congregations in all their many denominations all over the country. Somehow I think that the ones who call for punishment and torture and war probably don’t do that. A prisoner is someone who is held against their will in… a prison! Oh, you can call it a penitentiary, a correctional facility,…
No, not Bob Dylan (Robert Allen Zimmerman) but Roy Zimmerman. His songs are a little goofy, but I like this one. For your enjoyment: Jerry Falwell’s God
Ok, it’s a first, but I was in a celebratory mood. We went to see a show at a Baptist church in Stone Mountain. John wasn’t feeling that well, but he still went with me (thank you, my sweet hubby). I didn’t know where the venue was, and all day Friday I was trying to find where “The Bridge” could possibly be at Stone Mountain Park. The covered bridge? It seemed unlikely. Finally (and thanks for the link, B!) I…
Propagandee from Urantian Sojourn sent me this quotation from The Urantia Book. I like it. 100:4.6 You cannot truly love your fellows by a mere act of the will. Love is only born of thoroughgoing understanding of your neighbor’s motives and sentiments. It is not so important to love all men today as it is that each day you learn to love one more human being. If each day or each week you achieve an understanding of one more of…
This is going to be one of those stream-of-consciousness posts. I’m not sure what to write, so I’m just going to start writing. There is something that wants to come out, and I’m not sure what it is, so let’s see… I spent much of the day yesterday going up and down the front hill with a weed-whacker, but everything looks great now. The roses are blooming, and the vinca is putting out flowers too. The back deck is covered…