The Ugly Truth

Omission, or Commission?
The quandary makes me mad
If I'm to know the difference in a sin!
The plight is sad!
The question is laid forth,
And the answer seeks escape.
But the answer can be vitrious,
Depending on its shape.

My words, spoke in truth
Could offend and so, cause harm.
But, if I seek to soothe the soul,
The answer loses its charm.
Unspoken, or not uttered
Is vacuous and dull.
I need to find reaction
To fill the dreaded lull.



Love and peace. It's settled!
No further should I seek.
If filled with Holy, Godly love
I'm kind, thoughtful and meek.
Omission or Commission?
No! It's attitude, the sin.
Oh! Lovingly we keep our peace
And cleanse our thoughts within.

The Aritifice of Subterfuge

If you think you're a scholar and know it all,

And your knowledge has no room to grow at all,

Restrain yourself. Try not to show at all.

For, respectfully, you will just blow it all.

If you tend to be vain and big headed,

And your friends call you mule and pigheaded,

Don't be obstinate now, or egg-headed.

Change it soon before it's embedded.

Most victims of pride are delirious.

They think they are wise and mysterious.

All their nonsense is trite and cinereous.

We've no need for anyone so imperious.

 

All these high and mighty are far and wide,

And their presence is hard to abide.

But, if brave, maybe I'll look inside,

And see why I am being so snide.

 

Do I think I'm a scholar and know it all?

Do I think I have no room to grow at all?

Am I tempted to brag and to show it all?

Good grief. How embarrassing to blow it all!

My Passing Need

• In idleness I heard a voice
• that softly whispered happy thoughts.
• And weakness showed it's dreadful head
• as I pondered how to make a way.
• I know that voice. It spoke before,
• and drew me to a darkened place
• where temporary glee won out,
• and I vowed to never go again.
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• So, in my altered state I called
• to the One I knew would overcome.
• I called His name, and then I knew,
• it's only time, and I'll be safe.
• A flutter caught my eye to see
• a lovely wisp of color fly
• across my line of vision to
• arrest my thoughts and make me smile.

        

• The wondrous beauty made me gasp.
• It cleared my mind of all around.
• The butterfly was gone at last,
• and I realized it's purpose now.
• My evil thoughts were gone,
• and now I thought of only greater things.
• My Protector had erased the slate,
• and my last word had done it all....Jesus!

THREE LITTLE FISHIES

There once was a fish in a pond

Who, quite boldly and eloquently yawned,

I'd accept being blue,

Or a gold fish would do,

But don't ever ask me to be blond.

 

As the tuna was caught in the net,

She got nervous, and started to fret.

To be cast as a salad

Makes my flesh look so pallid.

It's the cross I bear, being brunette.

 

Then, alas, we espied a bullhead,

Who lay on the bank, playing dead.

I will be what you wish.

But, remember, this fish

Opts to be just a sexy redhead.

 

Being Stupid

Unintelligent people are smart
To take their dim-wittedness to heart.
Being doltish is not what they wish.
Inferiority thoughts, they should squish.

It's a wise man who knows he is thick,
Simple-minded, and not very quick.
If a harebrained thought enters in,
It's preposterous to think it's a sin.
            

An astute person knows he is dense

And will offer no show of defense.

Better far, uninformed to admit

Than adding cuckoo to a twit.

If you're air headed, obtuse and dumb,

Idiotic can make one quite numb.

Still, the mindless can always improve

If from illiterate they can move.

 

 

But, for screwballs and wackies, take heart!

Don't be vacuous! Today, make a start!

Prove to people that zany and mad

Are the knucklehead traits to be had!

All the bubbleheads will quickly step up!

There'll be "Lunatic" T-shirts and cups.

And then nutty will be the new fad.

Celebrate! Being stupid's not bad!

In My Quiet Day

It's a still and quiet day.

I have no urge to play.

The work I have will wait

In my still and quiet state.

No outside noise comes in.

No commotion and no din.

I watch the soft sun shine.

This quietness is all mine.

Here, quietly I sup

From my favorite coffee cup.

With comfort now I look

At my favorite, holy book.

 

 

 

 

Is serenity a sin?

Should my work I now begin?

May I spend more time with You?

One more minute or two will do.

In my quietness I know

I've no happier place to go

Than to spend my day with care,

Knowing He is always there.

So, I stay in my silent state,

Thankful Jesus is my fate.

I grow quieter, more still.

Ah, yes. This is Jesus' will.

Wonderful Spring

        

 

I want to write about Spring, but it's all been said before.

I want to express this joy from within of the beauty outside my door.

I long to relate all the joys that come of watching each bud anew.

But the masters have all accomplished this art of drawing these pictures for you.

Each word that I mull is failure. Yet, I strive to be up to the task.

There's this feeling of bliss from the kiss of the rays of the sun in which I bask.

An eruption of pleasure escapes from my lips. My eyes are wet with delight.

New life brings excitement and happiness after long and cold winter nights.

The eternal beauty of Spring is the splendor of our God in each flower

Returning each year in His glory of His exquisite creation and power.

No other art can compare to His might as His beauty around the world rings.

It's joy and contentment that makes my heart shout when I ponder the wonders of Spring.