They split the party
Went separate ways
And thus were weaker
In subsequent frays
Warriors without a healer
A mage without support
A bard with no audience
And things of that sort
And what did they learn
From this error so basic?
It makes for a good novel
But not for the game in your basement
Padre
It wasn’t really that long ago, that vaguely remembered time that we call “before.” Before the pandemic, before Brexit; before – when we still had a queen. Where has that time gone? How have we arrived to this place we refer to a now, when the Pound is at an all time low, and politicians are rewarding millionaires for the accomplishment with tax cuts that are equivalent to the annual wages of two nurses. Don’t forget this is all in the name of “growth.” If this is growth, I would rather descend back to my “smaller” self, the one I was before.
Padre
Dew-soaked
Fine strands revealed
A camouflage no more
Now the flies can see what’s in store
A trap
Padre
When at night being followed
By thugs at your back
Head for this alley, where the comic book heroes attack
Batman and Spidey, Punisher and Daredevil too
Might be lurking above, just for you
No need to feel guilty for what ensues in this place
Just walk on calmly and continue forward to face
What happens to villains, is all down to them
It will teach them a lesson, till their ways they amend
Padre
Still waters run deep,
So it is said
Your thoughts are your own,
Deep inside your head
Others cannot know
If your words match your point of view
For your outward expressions
May not be true
It is here that integrity becomes a thing
For honest conversation reward does bring
For while others you may think you fool
It diminishes the soul
Which self-destructive and ultimately cruel
Padre
Love is always seeking the best
Not for yourself, but for all the rest
It is kind and patient, willing to forgive
Always prepared second chances to give
It flows from a spirit that is with God in touch
Remembering that He loved and forgave us so much
Love is in the end not about what we can get
But more about giving to all we’ve met
Padre
Pastor Vince gave an inspiring yet challenging message drawn from Romans 13 and I Corinthians 13 which serve as the theme of this post.
We had hoped to meet up for lunch, but with work schedules and such not, that didn’t really work. Dinner was equally problematic as we both had families. After dinner we would have kids to tuck in, and then it wasn’t viable to go out afterwards. So here we sat at seven in the morning on the rail platform touching base and slurping a Starbuck’s before going our separate ways. So much for “best friends forever.” What can I say? Life happens.
Padre
As night descends and the sun goes down
And quiet grows around the town
The din of traffic continues to decrease
And domestic sounds are all that interrupt the peace
The air cools and moods chill too
And you finish off the last things to do
Then in that stillness you can begin your rest
It is in those hours that I’m at my best
Padre
Advanced beyond seamen
But not quite a chief
That in between level
Oft filled with grief
Petty in importance as well as in name
Still learning to lead and often a pain
In charge of a few things
In a limited domain
Pettiness personified
At least in the main
Padre
Able to cope with all that comes
Recovering quickly from what may beset
I’m not sure if snowflakes do
For where they were – is just something wet
Have we somewhere lost our way
When dealing with life’s day to day?
Padre
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