O yeah, well *@^!

counterproductive

even destructive

so many things we learn

like biting comments

and cruel remarks

and insults that burn

and though no one set out to teach them

still these things we learn

etching away at our souls

as kindness and goodness we spurn


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Angle

I often question what should be my angle

When with controversial topics I attempt to tangle

Am I a voice of reason – trying to relate

To all possible views and negotiate?

Or should I the devil’s advocate be?

Stating viewpoints with which I don’t agree

Should I my own mind clearly state?

Is that the angle from which to debate?

The angle I am afraid is seldom clear

So, no one will no which approach I used here


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I Shall Speak

Confined to my baby-cot

Thought to be asleep

I practice the word “Mommy”

And then I repeat

For in the morning when I wake

To my mother I shall speak

**

Racked with anticipation

As I sit there passive – meek

Listening to my viewpoints scorned

Week after week

But when discussion time next arrives

In English class, my opinions I shall speak

**

Demands on workers made

Management thinks us weak

Unreasonable conditions new

As more profits corporate seeks

But it shall not be at our expense

For as a united voice for all – to management I shall speak

**

When society has begun to shred

And corruption in high places is at its peak

When journalists are shut down

When it is only truth they speak

Then I will again make my stand

And for the public, I shall speak


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Hurtful Words

In a savage manner our words can hurt

And with cruel phrases – with violence we flirt

An insult here, and innuendo there

Can wound souls and cause dispair

While striking back – it too is wrong

Let us instead be kind – and get along


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Distorted Meaning

A few letters dropped

An auto-correct

My true meaning lost

It failed to connect

Though unintentional

The consequence remains

How could just a few letters

Cause such pain?

You should know me better

I’m never than mean

Honestly it was my phone

That said that thing


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To Be Heard

Pastor Larry reminded us today that despite all of the turmoil of the world, the Lord is not only with us, but hears our calls and petitions. Larry cited the 40th Psalm in his introduction: “I waited patiently for the Lord; he turned to me and heard my cry. He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire;
he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand.”

What firmer place to stand than with the One who created dry land, and who calmed chaotic seas (Genesis 1)? Jesus told us that it is the epitome of wisdom to build upon the firm foundation of God (Matthew 7). That wisdom we can see manifested in our Psalm: “He turned to me and heard my cry.”

So why are so many of us silent? When we hear of pandemics, we scramble to buy toilet paper rather than appeal to the Great Healer Himself to aid us. When some see injustice in the world, they scribble placards and take to the streets, rather than asking for the assistance of the Judge of the World.

There is at present not only the rumours of wars, but actual fighting in the streets. Yes, we should be like the early church of Acts (chapter 2) and send aid, but how much more should we send our prayers! Look at Acts 6. The needs were there, and the Apostles had priorities! They appointed the seven so that they could dedicate themselves to “to prayer and the ministry of the word.”

Maybe we live in a time when we feel devalued and unlistened to. We get vague acknowledgements of our voices from our peers. We ask, “How are you?,” meaning little more than “Hello.” We are quick to think that our fears, problems, and concerns are not worthy of consideration, because that is how this world treats our appeals. But when we are patient. There is One who is faithful, and will turn to us and listen. And He promises to give us exceedingly, abundantly more than we even ask for. It is the time to not be silent. It is time to be heard.


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Of Honey and Vinegar

Honey, Honeycomb, Sweet
Piixaay

The power of words is immense. Ideas have the ability to sway emotions, and to spawn their own natural offspring. How one presents these ideas, however, has the power to stifle or to nurture the core message. What is said must have merit if it is to truly have sway, or at least it should be so. But history has shown that golden ideas misrepresented or construed have failed, where ideas bearing no nobility have encouraged crowds to do the unthinkable whether they are from some podium in Munich or in Washington DC.

I value logic. I embrace semantics and philosophical truths. Yet, I have to acknowledge that rhetoric has the ability to obscure truth, to make emotion override reason, and to lead to a lessening of the collective good. That being the case I must respond to Fandango’s question: “In the context of blogging and writing, what do you think is more important: what you say or how you say it?,” that it is how you say it that matters most.

What we write and blog is diminished if our ideas are poorly framed. What we post is as susceptible to dismissal because of “bad writing” as any other form. If we annoy with our grammar, we lose the readers heart. Furthermore, no matter how true our premise, or sound our conclusion, if it offends because of a lack of tact, we have often lost the battle. “You catch more flies with honey than vinegar,” it has been said. It is here that I risk losing support for my well-considered response by equating my readers with flies. Trust me, however, that you are neither small minded insects, or nuisance-some bugs, but the mirrors of, we the bloggers’ inner voices.


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