Salvation Prayer
(a celebration
song-of-love)
This prayer may
be sung either of two ways in Praise!
Honor! Glory!:
In
staccato-cadence intent of purpose to electrify the spirit:
Or,
In whisper-soft
sacred-soul transcending simple-humble Love!
Gone where is
Abraham of Bible-times in Genesis-space?
Revealed his
true Faith! With son-sacrifice
offered-case
I was myriad
centuries late for rendezvous with his face
In tender-heart
reverence I pray His patient presence
Absent, too,
brother “wild” Johnny-that-Baptist boy
Already baptized
sweet Lord in river holy-water joy
Wild-honey
locust wild-beast clad embraced spirit toy
In tender-heart
reverence I pray His patient presence
Old Lazarus
asleep so deep thought dead or such
Readied his tomb
for burial, concluded too much
In
“miracle-mode” his life reborn at Jesus’
touch
In tender-heart
reverence I pray His patient presence
False-accusations
with faux-trial defined His sacred
loss
Fourteen
challenges finally nailed Him to yon
tree-cross
Proclaimed
victory-over-death with a Resurrection-toss
In tender-heart
reverence I pray His patient presence
God surely
blessed America! From coast to coast!
We celebrate
Freedom practiced Liberty the most!
Simple!
Humble!-I! Bless me Father! Son! Holy Ghost!
In tender-heart
reverence I pray His patient presence
In tender-heart
reverence I pray His patient presence
Amen! Amen! Amen!
Happy
Easter! 2017
Plus:
Day 97
Carl feeding the
birds and squirrels
Our
feathered and furry friends delight in a winter treat; me, too!
I
reckon that when my number comes up, there will be no fiat by the
“Royal-elites” proclaiming my “15-seconds of fame; guess I slept right through
such fantasy---for everybody!
But,
whatever number remains of the 10,000-plus trees that I have planted will
continue to thrive, providing shade in the summer, real “Royal-regal” robes of
beautiful foliage come Autumn, “winter-tree” astounding beauty in the daguerreotype black and white
stark-freeze, buds bursting forth in spring with hopeful aspirations for
rebirth and another beginning. My feathered friends and furry animals will
enjoy the “some” shelter for nighttime respite and safe harbor from the storms
of their life. So? That’s why I feed the bird and squirrel critters.
Actually,
I provide grain for the wild creatures all year long; in winter time they can
collectively eat around four pounds a day when Ole-man-winter takes on a
pernicious vengeance. Plus, I buy dollar-a-loaf bread at the discount store and
offer them a couple of loaves a week as dessert and they sure enough do love
that consideration evident by its quick disappearance.
Three
home-made feeders offer the visitors a variety of “gourmet” delicacies.
Squirrels like whole or cracked corn; Blue Jays delight in bread offerings,
bright red Cardinals prefer black-oil sunflower seeds and the “hoi-ploy” will
eat anything you present at the patio-diner. My fine feathered friends truly
enjoy the linseed-oiled feeders with slanted-glass reservoirs where the
grain-offerings are deposited, but, when I broadcast the “goodies” on the patio
floor, they seem to enjoy that adventure the best.
Commercial
wild bird feed can get pretty expensive, pretty fast. But, with a penchant for
“farmer” in my blood and with some actual “hands-on” claim to practicing the
“art” I have learned a trick or two along the way in these now seven-decades. A
commercial product encompassing various grains sold as “hen scratch” and found
at grain mills or rural retail outlets provides a hefty 50-pound bag for around
ten dollars which can be stretched to a month’s rations when supplemented with
other “goodies”! There is always a way to achieve any goal!
Well!
As we now vacate the winter months, or, they fade from us since we have little
to say about the seasons coming and going, spring offers a whole new generation
of the beasts an entry to our fantastic world; I’ll continue to feed
them---throughout the year. Comfort!...It’s
what I do!
As ye treat the
least of these…The first shall be last… Do unto others… Live! Love! Laugh!...
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Feed all the hungry” Memories!
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