Sunday, November 28, 2004
 
Interesting; a newcomer. An introduction, perhaps? (If it so pleases you.)


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Friday, November 26, 2004
 
The Theme is Love, and it is for you - 1, 2, 3:

If Questioning Would Make Us Wise

If questioning would make us wise

No eyes would ever gaze in eyes;
If all our tale were told in speech
No Mouths would wander each to each.

Were spirits free from mortal mesh

And love not bound in hearts of flesh
No aching breasts would yearn to meet
And find their ecstasy complete.

For who is there that lives and knows

The secret powers by which he grows?
Were Knowledge all, what were our need
To thrill and faint and sweetly bleed?

Then seek not, sweet, the "If" and "Why"

I love you now until I die.
For I must love because I live
And life in me is what you give.

-Christopher Brennan



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How do I love thee?

How do I love thee? Let mecount the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, - I love thee with the breath;
Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning- Sonnet XLIII


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The Clod and the Pebble

Love seeketh not Itself to please,

Nor for itself hath any care;
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a Heaven in Hells despair.

So sang a little Clod of Clay,
Trodden with the cattle's feet;
But a Pebble of the brook,
Warbled out these metres meet.

Love seeketh only Self to please,
To bind another to Its delight:
Joys in anothers loss of ease,
And builds a Hell in Heavens despite.

-William Blake



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Sunday, November 14, 2004
 
The other day I was fighting with my mother and when you fight, you say things that you don't mean. Well, I might have said something along the lines of "Mom is it so dumb for you to go back to school." It got heated. After that, I prayed and went to bed.

In the morning I asked her if she would still pick me up after school. She countered with, "Well, I have to stay after at MY stupid school, so I don't know." I ignored it and kept asking because I needed a yes or no. She kept giving me the same type of response.

After the third time, I just put myself aside, looked her in her face and said, "Mom, I love you." She paused for a moment, shocked I think, and then replied, "I don't believe you." I said it again and got the same reply. Then I said I was very sorry. She didn't believe that either.

She picked me up after school.

The same day my sister forgot to tape a show for me. I was so angy and ready to say a bunch of horrible things, but I let go and said, "Don't worry about it I love you." And I gave her a big hug.

She laughed.


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Saturday, November 13, 2004
 
Self Reflection

Psalm 42:5, raises the question: "Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me?" Sometimes I know why I am discouraged; sometimes I don't. I notice that the psalmist does not spend his energy on analyzing his mood. Instead, he speaks to his soul a firm but encouraging word, saying, "Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God."

I am more prone to discouragement when I put my hope in the wrong things. When I forget to hope in God, the pressures of this fallen world seem much greater. I need reminders to prod my soul back to its proper hope. Sometimes those reminders are elusive, and opening my Bible at random is not the best way to find them. In an effort to lift up my heart, I dwell on things that I remember and have seen to be true in my life. I have experience with them, and I trust them - even when my feelings do not match the facts. They go as follows:
Jesus Christ is the Alpha and Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End.
He is able to sympathize with my weaknesses, for he was tempted in every way that I am.
He knows and understands my heart.
There is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus.
God has put my sin as far as the east is from the west.
I did not choose God; He chose me and appointed me to go and bear fruit that will last.
God gives good gifts to those who ask for them.
I have been given every spiritual blessing in Christ.
We are God?s children and heirs.
He is mighty, and delights to deliver his people from their troubles.
Christ has died and been raised to life again; death is no longer uncharted territory.
He is coming again, in person.
Christ has gone to prepare a place for me in a house with many rooms.
All the days ordained for me were written by God before one of them came to be.
He knows the number of hairs on my head.
He is my shepherd.
In this world we have troubles, but He has overcome the world.
His strength is made perfect in weakness.
Nothing in all creation can separate me from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus.
Eye has not seen and ear has not heard what God has prepared for those who love him.
One day, He will wipe every tear from our eyes.

This is not a formula, but dwelling on good helps.
What do you dwell on? What does it do for you?

Amanda...can you post your mother story??? It is powerful!



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Saturday, November 06, 2004
 
Excerpt from Duisterville

(Duister is latin for darkness, so Duisterville is the city of darkness)

Caleb Soek whistled as he walked across campus, oblivious that what he had just done had disturbed powers beyond his little group. The trees seemed to whistle right along with him, the light wind and leaves announcing the approach of Fall that had just a new flush of crimson, gold and salmon. It was night, but he still noticed a darkening of the colors beneath the bright campus lights. In fact, everything around him was growing dim. He blinked his eyes a few times and looked directly up at the streetlight, but he could barely see it now.

Caleb turned and tried to run through the growing darkness back to where he was before, but felt the air thicken around him. The harder he tried to push forward, the harder the thickening fabric of darkness pushed back against him. Soon he had fallen to the ground as invisible bars of steel collapsed around him, crushing the life from him. He looked up from the ground to see several pairs of flaming eyes with only shadows for bodies circling like vultures before all became a thick blackness.

On the other side of the campus, Dr. Tevor Reproba faltered for a moment, looking down to regain his composure. He looked back up again to the large auditorium filled with thousands of students, visiting professors, business leaders, and politicians from all over the world, "Are there any more questions?"

A small-framed lady looking sickly and frail stood towards the back of the auditorium. The professor's determined eyes narrowed and his face hardened beneath his swept, glistening black hair when he saw her stand. The student attendant walked over to her, grabbed one of her hands, and gently placed the microphone in her grasp while her glassy eyes pointed in different directions out ahead. It was obvious that she was blind. But to those sitting near her, her eyes seemed to focus directly on the world famous physicist when her strong, unfaltering voice filled the auditorium, "Dr. Reproba, the dark energy is extremely dangerous and causes terrible changes- even death to all who use its destructive energy. You are messing with things you don't understand, and the consequences to society will be devastating."

Reproba's face turned soft and fatherly with his response. "My dear Miss Santifico, I want to thank you for your question, since others in this place may carry the same superstition. The ancient dark energy is a fable of the Mediterranean people, and has never in any manner been confirmed. Believe me, I have tried." He laughed before continuing, accompanied by a scattering of laughter around the auditorium. Then he continued with a deathly seriousness, "There simply is no such energy. The morke energy of which I speak this evening is not the dark energy, and has been proven in careful studies to be completely safe. We have countless careful research results to prove this." Then he swept the audience with his eyes before he continued, "This is a good time to announce our next step in morke energy research. This fall, we will be to converting this campus and the entire city of Duisterville to running on morke energy. We are in the process of building a large, experimental version of a morke energy generator, and the municipal power company is at this moment running transmission lines which will be used for powering this city."

The applause that erupted throughout the vast auditorium was deafening as almost all those in attendance stood to show their universal support of Dr. Reproba and his new source of energy that had caused so much interest throughout the world.


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Monday, November 01, 2004
 
An Apology

Forgive me
for backing over
and smashing
your red wheelbarrow.

It was raining
and the rear wiper
does not work on
my new plum-colored SUV

I am also sorry
about the white
chickens.

F. J. Bergmann


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This is just to say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast.

Forgive me.
They were delicious,
so sweet
and so cold.

William Carlos Williams


Variations on a Theme by William Carlos Williams

1
I chopped down the house that you had been saving to
live in next summer.
I am sorry, but it was morning, and I had nothing to do
and its wooden beams were so inviting.

2
We laughed at the hollyhocks together
and then I sprayed them with lye.
Forgive me. I simply do not know what I am doing.

3
I gave away the money that you had been saving to live
on for the next ten years.
The man who asked for it was shabby
and the firm March wind on the porch was so juicy and
cold.

4
Last evening we went dancing and I broke your leg.
Forgive me. I was clumsy, and
I wanted you here in the wards, where I am the doctor!

Kenneth Koch


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