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Possessions speak to us all day long.
That book you purchased
But have never read
Says
“Read me!”
And the empty shelf
Says “fill me up with more.”
Some possessions warm and nurture
While others distract, dissuade, and even harm.
If we are not careful, the things we own
Can siphon off our strength.
Or they can build us up,
Make us better.
So choose carefully what you own
And don’t be afraid of letting go
Of a thing
When it no longer serves
The purpose for which it was purchased.
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I have to slow down and visit meaning
Or it escapes me. I have to ask myself,
Do I find meaning in what I'm doing now?
I ask it all the time, of myself.
And to my surprise
It often says,
Aye, there's meaning.
And that's classic, to find it
In the most unexpected ways and places.
But it's not eno…
There are those who try to deny hell
But I am not sure why.
There are those
Who choose hell in this life
When the light shines the day long.
I can’t imagine that the next life is so different.
But I also can’t imagine
That the light doesn’t shine brighter there.
But that means that the darkness
M…
Taking a new format for these podcasts. Today I discuss the thoughts that precipitated the poem of the day:
Note to self:
People want what they want,
And some graciously give,
God bless them.
But when it comes to making a living,
It may be better me to focus on what others want
Not what I want. Se…
I am the roots of the tree
The thing unseen.
I am
There but you can’t see me.
You think that it is you,
That it is he,
But it is we
Three.
Remember. Oh, remember.
And when you think that you’re alone
Draw deep from the unseen place that lingers
In the memory of what you were before you sprung
Up fr…
I wish that I could give the world His love,
Not a system of belief,
But the Man
Himself.
For I am cradled in his kindness.
My home is in His heart-
And though I wander
O’er the earth
My pillow a stone,
My shelter rain,
I am at home
In Him.
It makes me think of those
Who have no home
In the love …
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