Prayer-“humble” Eternal!
9 blind Brand-clad brainless wanna-be “climbers”
unison-laugh obfuscated shadow:
chorus: Damn! Dumb! Demented-dreamer!
Devil-demon Deceiver!
“Please!
Humble-me! Dear Lord! Allow my time through space be sacred prayer.”
8 blind Brand-clad brainless wanna-be “climbers”
unison-laugh obfuscated shadow:
chorus: Damn! Dumb!
Demented-dreamer! Devil-demon Deceiver!
“Let my simple
ways of humble-understanding offer: Praise!
Honor! Glory!”
7 blind Brand-clad brainless wanna-be “climbers”
unison-laugh obfuscated shadow:
chorus: Damn! Dumb!
Demented-dreamer! Devil-demon Deceiver!
“This, my coveted
shekel to the poor for they are naked and hungry.”
6 blind Brand-clad brainless wanna-be “climbers”
unison-laugh obfuscated shadow:
chorus: Damn! Dumb!
Demented-dreamer! Devil-demon Deceiver!
“I humble-offer
each instant-deed as sacred-prayer to Thee!”
5 blind Brand-clad brainless wanna-be “climbers”
unison-laugh obfuscated shadow:
chorus: Damn! Dumb!
Demented-dreamer! Devil-demon Deceiver!
“I made one
laugh to find satiating Peace through
Thy Love!.”
4 blind Brand-clad brainless wanna-be “climbers”
unison-laugh obfuscated shadow:
choru:s Damn! Dumb!
Demented-dreamer! Devil-demon Deceiver!
“ That any wisdom Thou bestow on me might
render Peace! from strife.”
3 blind Brand-clad brainless wanna-be “climbers”
unison-laugh obfuscated shadow:
chorus: Damn! Dumb!
Demented-dreamer! Devil-demon Deceiver!
“Thank Thee!
Lord! For vista awesome wonder nature realm I love!”
2 blind Brand-clad brainless wanna-be “climbers”
unison-laugh obfuscated shadow:
chorus: Damn! Dumb!
Demented-dreamer! Devil-demon Deceiver!
“Cleanse white this
sin-stained soul to spirit-wild free on-high soar!”
1 lost Brand-clad brainless wanna-be “climber”
hollow-vacant-laugh obfuscated shadow:
chorus: Damn! Dumb!
Demented-dreamer! Devil-demon Deceiver!
Amen!
Plus:
Day 106
In April/May
1992, we visited the Atlantic Ocean
off Savanah,
Georgia, and the Pacific Ocean off Oregon
Gypsy!
Ho! 2-yr. old Z. Tyler travels from coast to coast within a thirty-day period!
Our
“Travel-Buddy” sure enough got his miles in---and…then some! Amen!
How
fortunate we were to have his company perpetually the first years of his life;
until the boy was sixteen, my “shadow” shared the great adventure with us,
side-by-side! Awesome!
His
Mom, Beth, graduated Law School that spring; she had completed her third year
at Vanderbilt University in Nashville, Tennessee as a “visiting” student
on-leave from Willamette University in Salem, Oregon where we had resided for a
couple of years. That fabulous two year hiatus allowed us to vacation
throughout the Great Northwest enjoying the awesome vistas.
Seems
I could always find some enterprise to occupy my time and earn a few shekels to
prolong the “pursuit-of-happiness” always so appealing and sometimes
challenging; a nomad knows no tether and we found ourselves in the state of
Georgia chasing “mammon” (to pay some of the bills, I reckon) with Z. Tyler in
tow. Within thirty days---commencement in Salem! Bravo!
Z.
Tyler nearly lost his old Granddad entering the stadium for seating at the
auspicious occasion. The “boy”, then, age four, had on a white suit for the
planned festivities. Some “hot” mom was in line ascending the concrete steps; I
had “angel” Z. by the hand, right behind her.
As
the line inched forward, my “sophisticated” Z.-man apparently caught sight of
the lady’s white nylons disappearing up that short skirt. (Yeah! Sure! I had
noticed! Sort of?)
Next
thing I saw was this little hand, (his---not…mine) rubbing the tempting texture
of cool white silk disappearing up the hem of that “almost” skirt to the forbidden
abyss above. She turned---staring death daggers at…me! Uh! Oh! I got my defense ready trying to look innocent!
I
said not a single word; neither did my “little-man” Z. Tyler who pursued his pleasure.
I
guess the gal realized that it wasn’t my trespass that had annoyed her; she
smiled and turned away. Whew! Thank
God! She had a sense of humor! All an old man can have is---his…dreams!
Never
did I take that boy to the mall that some “hottie” did not come up to touch his
platinum-blond hair and brag about his “Adonis”-handsome features---he enjoyed
it…so did I! Amen!
I should have
never taught that boy to play---Peek-a-boo!...Well!
Maybe!?
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Pursuit” Memories!
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