Of-Love! For-Love! In-Love!
Serendipity! A blessing of
“chance” findings. Amen!
Faith!
Family! Freedom!
My sacred mantra of: Truth! Love! Honor!
And, I shall
intrepid-fly that trinity brilliant-white on a vibrant-red
pennant
proud-displayed on a (metaphoric) golden-staff gonfalon
Transgression-confession:
I have selfish-lived---unashamedly
for…Love!
Lovely Lady
Candice Leah ushered our girls to religion;
Sunday school
and church each Sunday; exemplar models
(Pray I the plural
be truth!) in a virtual Paradise. Voila!
Amazing
Grace! Oh! How sweet the sound…
Attending the
kids’ church program at mid-day,
I took a pew
near the back; sinners need not parade;
Noon-sun bathed
country farm-fields of my window-view…
...that
saved a wretch like me…
Cherubim &
Seraphim-Innocents began their sacred
song
which humble-I
had not witnessed anywhere before;
mesmerized by
green-swaying fields-of-corn---
I fell in love…stirring Holy spirit-Grace refined…
…I
once was lost but now am found…
The Almighty Mother Nature gift-sublime
in sweet-voiced
cadenced song-verse
brought this
wretch soul-spirit heaven-home!
…’Twas
Grace that taught my soul to fear…
So moved to sacred-find:
Love!
Amazing
Grace!
My now-eternal trace!
…and
Grace my fear relieved.
Allow
humble-simple I by His-sacred example teach!
I humble-pray! Amen!
Plus:
Day 225
The little girls
babysitting Bapa
I
see humor in everything!
(Nearly---any way!) Everything has to
be a “game”. Wild-fun!
So,
our Zachariah Tyler comes along in my fortieth year in this time and space; I celebrate his arrival by quitting my
“day”-job so he and I can “grow-up” together. Not the greatest idea.
Listen!
I don’t care what he says, throwing a football back and forth to each other in
Sports Authority over 4-aisles? Well!? I was just watching; had to be Z.’s
idea---I am…the “adult”!?
We
sure enough had us some wild times in the following 16 years; I even made a
little money!
When
the little girls came along, Lauren, Lexi and Anna Marie, I was triple-blessed,
again!
As
they grew up, I deluded them into thinking that I could neither read nor write;
they spent “years” feeling sorry for the Old man and showed Job’s patience trying
to “help” me. We sure enough had us some laughs. Now, these “young-ladies”
humor the old guy---and…just smile!
One
of my “favorite” games is to have these
“angels”: Babysit Bapa! They “play” along.
Truth
be told: Z. Tyler and the little girls all
had better sense than me---Thank God!
I
reckon I’ll admit: They did an excellent job with me---Hell!...at least, I ain’t in jail,
yet! Hmm! Confessed to a cop recently, “I ain’t in jail ’cause you ain’t caught
me---yet!” He smiled!?
But,
we still had us some wild times!
Thank you! All For the adventures-of-life & Love!
I
wouldn’t have missed one single instant of any of the mayhem! Not on your life!
Confession-transgression!
They
all grew up and left me---I never
did…and, never will!
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Babysitters” Memories!
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