“From my youth, these things I did follow.”*
But this fell on His ears as something hollow
For while I had observed the letter
I still could have lived so much better
For my attachment was to things below
Not quick to share – on others bestow
And so I really must continue to learn
To live to the standards of place for which I yearn
Padre
Matthew 19:20
When memory fails
And the passing of time assails
Things are not as clear as they have been
When vague recollections
Become more blurred
And past experiences become so dim
Life goes on
And new memories are made
Not all from the past is rosey
Don’t be distressed when folks ask what you’ve done
Just tell them they are being too nosy
Padre
Baltic Avenue looks familiar
I think I’ve been here before
Just passing through the prison
And the electric company’s door
This really gets exhausting
And I really need a rest
What I want is some free parking
Not some card from a community chest
They say life has some circles
Things that go around and round
But I think this is getting crazy
As I am once more Boardwalk bound
I guess I’ll collect my salary
As the big word Go appears
And we like a shoe or a Scotty
Land on the square where we can begin again
Padre
Today’s prompt: End with the line “where we can begin again”
“The greatest film you will ever see”
Was emblazoned on the cinema marquee
The greatest film, though, definitely
Is the one I live, directed by me
Your drama too, as it unfolds
Will be full of the surprises – the future holds
You are the lead of your story – the best ever known
Be sure to direct it in a way to make it your own!
Padre
In fantasy fiction adventures won’t come your way
If at home or the Shire you stay
The life is not like that – adventures come your way
By just living out – each and every day
Make the most of each moment – learn what you can
And you shall find amazing things at every hand
Padre
Take me to the edge of the world
A place known but to you and me
Realm where in each other’s presence to dwell
A place where we together may be free
Far from the maddening crowd
From coarse stupidity
A place where our lives are our own
To be for all our life – happy
Padre
Amid sun-bleached rock and barren sand
Green arises and makes its stand
Waters deep beneath the ground
A place where life can be found
Our lives too may seem that way
In need of an oasis amidst our daily fray
Padre
When pushed inside on a cloudy day
When gardening by rain is set aside
It is time for other things to do
It matters not as long as they’re done with you
To sort the laundry
Such things mundane
They are more pleasant with you
On days of rain
And then the sun does arrive again
Then we together shall emerge
And once again with rake and spade
Attend the bright beds of our labours
Padre
Awash in a world unfamiliar
Like a lone feather carried away by a stream
Finding my way is awkward
As things aren’t always as they seem
I have made plans for the future
And often events have led them astray
But if I hold to my course
I hope to make my destination someday
Padre
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Impromptu, Extemporary
Preparation unnecessary
No rehersal, Not by rote
Not even reference to handwritten notes
Thus is life – if we really live it
Not bound in – by formulaic limits
So as you go about your day
Just let your soul tell you –
What to do and say
Padre
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