Dark Essence

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Visage in the mirror reflected

But essence captured – apprehended

Locked away building stronger

Until it cannot be contained any longer

And then the essence will run free

A life its own in a nocturnal spree

Doing all that you in the daytime stifle

Your true intentions expressed without reprisal

What dark thoughts do hide away?

That will cause mischief if allowed to play?


Padre

Into The Distance Stare

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Sit, wait, ponder, and dream

Reflect

And into the distance stare

Alone in your thoughts

As deep as the tide

These dreams are yours

And you need not share

Sit, wait, ponder, and dream

Reflect

And into the distance stare

The world of your mind is so wonderfully full

Even when you’re the only one there


Padre

The Challenge

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“Hey Mister, what’s that badge you have on?” the boy asked.

“It says who I am,” the elderly man replied.

“Like a name tag?” the boy prodded. “But, I don’t see any writing on it.”

“More than a name tag. A lot more, and it doesn’t need any words for those that understand its meaning.”

“Well it’s kind of pretty, anyway,” the boy observed.

“Yes I guess it is, but even if it wasn’t a shiny one it would be just as important,” the old timer responded.

“Can I have it?” the precocious child asked.

“You might be able to earn it some day,” the man said with a bit of a smile. “But only if you’re good enough.”

The child thought about it for a moment and then said, “I think I will be good enough.”

“That’s the attitude,” the man replied. “You stick with that, and it just might be yours someday.”

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Padre

Tale Weaver – Badges

Self-Portrait

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Not as young as I used to be

Wiser, well just maybe

Student, Warrior, Student again

Then Professor and Teacher

In a cyclic spin

A lot greyer, and not as fit

But I’m still content with all of it

 

Padre

 

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Beyond Shadows

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“Character is like a tree and reputation like its shadow. The shadow is what we think of it; the tree is the real thing.” Abraham Lincoln

 

Am I what you think of me?

Just my Facebook image carefully constructed?

Shadows and silhouettes

Of profile-building I’ve conducted?

 

Or is by the deeds I do?

Even those not seen my men?

Of my word kept, and friends helped

And such things as them?

 

Let us not mere shadows be

But true humans – even with our flaws

And as we strive to better be

Let doing right be our true cause

 

Padre

Me

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Well Heraclitus, it is funny that you should ask.

The “You” of which “You” speak is “Me.”

That “Me” may well be an older “Me,” a fatter “Me,” and hopefully a wiser “Me” than the “Me” I used to be.

But that “Me,” you see, is still the “Me” known by my family.

So it’s plain to see, that when it comes to “Me”, my “Me,” is an ever changing constancy.

I hope “You” will agree.

 

Padre

 

Fandango’s Provocative Question:

Is the concept of “you” continuous or does the past “you” continually fade into the present and future “you”? Considering that your body, your mind, and your memories are changing over time, what part of “you” sticks around?

 

 

 

Looking Back

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It is amazing how quickly we can forget from where we have come from.  If we allow ourselves to be always forwards looking to greener fields, which many people teach is the right was to proceed in life, we can loose contact with how we got to this point anyway.  Who were the people, and what were the circumstances that have given us our outlook on life?  Do you recall that teacher who showed confidence in your abilities, and encouraged you to look beyond your self-imposed horizons?  Do we remember the loves found, and loves lost that taught us how to love, or sadly how not to?  Are we thankful for those rough times, when it just seemed that life was going nowhere, or worse still spiraling out of control?  Yet, you are still here, how did those moments make it that you are?

We are the sum of every person we have ever met.  We are the legacy of the events that framed us.  Let’s take a few moments to day to reflect and recall, and then move onwards into the unknown.
From whence have you came?

And to what place do you now go?

What were those fertile fields –

That nurtured and helped you grow?

You are but one person,

But yet a multifaceted being

You have been moulded and shaped

Everyday by life’s everythings.

 

Padre

 

What You See Is What You Get

Fandango’s latest Provocative Question is, “Are you the same person on your blog as you are in real life? Do you like yourself more in the virtual world than you do in the real world?”  Okay, it’s two questions actually, but the answer is the same, as the “real” me is a person I like, even if I do see and (usually) publicly admit his failings.

In my blog – I preach, teach, and at times pontificate.  Yes, that is me.  My wife used to call me out on it in “real life,” pointing out to me (all too often) that “you are in teacher mode again.”

But my “Sheldon-like pedantic streak is also tempered with some diplomacy, which betrays my actually rather tolerant heart.  While there might be “right answers” to objective questions, I recognise the subjective nature of many issues.

I am unapologetic for my Theism, and I wholeheartedly subscribe to Jesus’ testimony that the two greatest commandments are to love God, and to love my fellow humans.  That love is not judgmental.  I hope that is plain to see in my blog.

One of the readers of my blog recently commented that the viewpoint in some of my recent Covid-19 related posts is pessimistic, but that she could detect an underlying optimism.  Here too, I am what it says on the tin.  I may as a writer express what many might be feeling at the moment, but I am really an optimist.  I really do believe “all things will work together for good . . . . ”

In short, I am the same person in my blog as I am in my “real world” existence, and I get on with that person pretty well.

Padre

 

 

The Rite of Passage

 

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He sat waiting at the liminal passage between “youth,” and “of age.”  His heart pounded as the middle-aged woman tallied the marks on her page.  He knew that one turn hadn’t been the greatest, but he had anticipated the threat on the side street.  Then the woman nodded, it was a pass. He was now a driver.

Padre

Weekend Writing Prompt #131 – Liminal in 57 words

FOWC with Fandango — Youth

 

 

A note to some of you American readers:  In the UK the driving exam is done on the public roadways in actual (real) traffic not in designated lanes or closed courses as in some US states.

In Whose Image?

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Genesis begins with a simple phrase in English: “In the beginning God  . . . .”  How often do we ponder this starting point?  In the biblical narrative it continues on to explain the sequence of creation.  Before all of it, however, God existed.  “At the creation, God created . . .” is one rendering of the Hebrew.  He was pre-existent.

As the Creator, He is the cosmological cause of each of us.  He has made us, not we ourselves.  Most theists (and people of faith more generally) will except this as a obvious truth.  Our physical forms are “inherited” from the long sequence of reproduction which begun with “In the beginning.”

We are not so forthcoming in our “making of ourselves” in spiritual, and social terms.  Think about the term: “self-made man/woman.”  The achievements and accomplishments are attributed to the hard work and talents of the individual, not to some divine plan.  We set our minds on a course, and off we go.  Or do we?

 

“Then God said, ‘Let Us make man in Our image, according to Our likeness; and let them rule over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the sky and over the cattle and over all the earth, and over every creeping thing that creeps on the earth.’ God created man in His own image, in the image of God He created him; male and female He created them (Genesis 1:26-27).”    Even is the rule and mastery humanity has shown over the creation, it was tasked to them by god.  It was a destiny set by God, not one of our creation.  So why should it be any less so in our individual lives?

Our purposes have a starting point: “For whom he did foreknow, he also did predestinate to be conformed to the image of his Son, that he might be the firstborn among many brethren (Romans 8:29). We are to be conformed to Jesus’ image.  Put simply to be Christ-like.   Yet Jesus was not one to do His own thing – to fly after any or every fancy.  Nor was he dictated by ego.  John 5:30 says in part, records Jesus’ words, “for I seek not my will, but the will of him that sent me.”  Again at Gethsemane, Jesus said, “Father, all things are possible to thee, take away this cup from me: nevertheless, not my will, but thine be done (Mark 14:36).”  

If we are truly conformed to God’s will – if we are Christ-like, we should be seeking what is good for His purposes, not what strokes our egos.  Let us test our motives.  Are we striving to be in God’s image, or are we trying to force His purposes into our wills.  Are we like some Medieval artist making God in the image of man, not man in the image of God?

 

Padre