Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Prayer-humble Eternity Plus: Day 106 CJSM

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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