this, my day's long and arduous journey, is winding down as infinite night gracefully descends and takes me into her welcomed embrace.. i have no reason to fear the inevitable, my transition into a higher and more glorious estate than was allowed me upon this beautiful but angst-filled habitation.. what must be borne with calm, with dignity, with rejoicing, has been prepared for me from earliest times.
its accomplishment requires nothing of me .
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One always hopes for better, but this one, this poor and lonely poet who rarely manages a rhyme, contents himself that the sun both rose and offered him warmth, albeit a thin and pale warmth this lonely winter's day.
The waning day has become more somber, more gray, yet the advent of Sol's dipping below Earth's horizon fills me not with dread of looming Darkness, but reminds that on the morrow I shall have another chance at life . . . at love.
i was expecting you, but not so early in the day.. i saw you walk up to my neighbor fred's house last week while i was out getting the newspaper, once again tossed into the bushes by a careless newspaper boy.
today, it's the usual routine of rising at dawn, fetching the paper from the bushes -- where else?
-- and settling into my comfy, tattered wing back with the first of several cups of coffee.
Thank you, MissFit:
Will return . . .
CC
there has been more than a few posts about anthony morris iii and his talk about tight pants, spanx (spandex?
) and bethel as a destination vacation.. after the initial bewilderment and laughing about his diatribe, it is more clear to me that this was not about modest clothing choices, or spiritual priorities.. it was designed and succeeded as a slap in the face of all who listened.. the things he talked about are just not on the normal radar of anyone who listened.. i can recall nowhere in writing that ever encouraged families to go to bethel before disneyworld, mgm, etc; nowhere that talks about leggings or modern cut men's suits (it is just fashion, after all), or women wearing exercise clothing in public.
(on a side note, i have been to assemblies, there are just not many of us who could wear tight clothing and not look like stuffed sausage, so how many people was he aiming at here?).
i was expecting you, but not so early in the day.. i saw you walk up to my neighbor fred's house last week while i was out getting the newspaper, once again tossed into the bushes by a careless newspaper boy.
today, it's the usual routine of rising at dawn, fetching the paper from the bushes -- where else?
-- and settling into my comfy, tattered wing back with the first of several cups of coffee.
Thanks so much, MissFit and Hairtrigger!
You've both made my day. Though I typically get few replies to what I write, the ones I do receive keep me trying and pushing forward -- some 8 years now.
CoCo
i was expecting you, but not so early in the day.. i saw you walk up to my neighbor fred's house last week while i was out getting the newspaper, once again tossed into the bushes by a careless newspaper boy.
today, it's the usual routine of rising at dawn, fetching the paper from the bushes -- where else?
-- and settling into my comfy, tattered wing back with the first of several cups of coffee.
For MissFit:
I know why you are here.
My greatest fear has never been that I'm inadequate. I've always known deep down I'm gorgeous and brilliant, but I was never a braggart. No one ever accused me of being conceited. I was just self-assured.
You, however, have always made sweet but subtly snide remarks about me, all the while smiling and laughing, as if to say, "Oh, you know I'm joking!" You profess friendship and love, but my real friends confide that you diss me behind my back. Funny, it doesn't hurt so much as disappoint.
Well, I see right through you. Your honey-laced digs are meant to hurt me, to tear me down. They don't.
Take your toxic behaviors and speech somewhere else. You're out of my thoughts, out of my life . . . forever. . . .
i was expecting you, but not so early in the day.. i saw you walk up to my neighbor fred's house last week while i was out getting the newspaper, once again tossed into the bushes by a careless newspaper boy.
today, it's the usual routine of rising at dawn, fetching the paper from the bushes -- where else?
-- and settling into my comfy, tattered wing back with the first of several cups of coffee.
I know why you are here.
You want to help because you see my need. You worry for the well being of a stray cat. You burst with the desire to bring comfort and joy into my life. Sadness and pain are unacceptable to you; they must be overcome, subdued.
I love you for the above and for so much more.
Please, though, let me rest. I will be all right.
Please go . . . you wear me out, I murmur to myself.
i am grateful for holy spirit's ability to dredge up long-forgotten spiritual gems that lurk in dark caverns of the mind.. it has been revealed -- for your edification and enlightenment -- that the resurrected anointed among the symbolic 24 elders do, indeed, play a vital role in the new but typically confusing developments in the world of jw theology.. in the much revered but oft maligned book, "revelation: its grand climax at hand!
" we discover the reason behind it all:.
] resurrected ones of the 24-elders group may be involved in the communicating of divine truths today.
Thank you, Magnum, leaving_quietly, and wallsofjericho, for giving me more to ponder than I realized could be pondered.
A very deep subject . . . perhaps we need to study the Revelation book a fourth time.
Gratefully,
CC
is it an outside source?.
an inside job?
maybe the younger gb "helpers"?.
i am grateful for holy spirit's ability to dredge up long-forgotten spiritual gems that lurk in dark caverns of the mind.. it has been revealed -- for your edification and enlightenment -- that the resurrected anointed among the symbolic 24 elders do, indeed, play a vital role in the new but typically confusing developments in the world of jw theology.. in the much revered but oft maligned book, "revelation: its grand climax at hand!
" we discover the reason behind it all:.
] resurrected ones of the 24-elders group may be involved in the communicating of divine truths today.
I am grateful for Holy Spirit's ability to dredge up long-forgotten spiritual gems that lurk in dark caverns of the mind.
It has been revealed -- for your edification and enlightenment -- that the resurrected anointed among the symbolic 24 elders do, indeed, play a vital role in the new but typically confusing developments in the world of JW theology.
In the much revered but oft maligned book, "Revelation: Its Grand Climax At Hand!" we discover the reason behind it all:
[. . .] resurrected ones of the 24-elders group may be involved in the communicating of divine truths today." -- pages, 124, 125, paragraph 17.
This, my friends, is the answer to all your head-pounding inquiries over what's happenin'.
Of course, you may think this is for naught because of the little 3-letter disclaiming word, "may," in the quotation above.
You work it out. I am not master of your faith . . .
you must see the musical video at the end of this month program (aprox.
at 1:04:30).... i don't like to use "must" but this is wow... if you think they couldn't get any lower... just be prepared...
"What a feeling I get from wheeling . . ."
Off-off-off-Broadway.
Well, didn't the Book of Mormon make it to the stage?
