Obfuscated Shades of Grey?
(The Light! The Way! The Truth!)
Faith! Hope! Charity! Miss
Liberty to Oregon Coast
Love! Live! Laugh! Sage triangle
offers truest toast
Humble! Humor! Honest! Comforted
to silent boast
Faith! Family! Freedom! Each
reach important most
Praise! Honor! Glory! Father!
Son! And, Holy Ghost!
Pray! Know I! No conjugated
demonic evil-sacred good
Of right or wrong demarcation
line respect each should
Wise choice in echoed reverence
Praise! Him we could
Stain not pure soul nor slander
spirit if simply I would
Whence comes comfort-holy on
undeserving pre-pubescent
Much early on Oh! Holy days
delightfully strict-reverent
Blessed-born of heaven’s lucky
star-“Good! Better! Best!”
Yet, humble core defeats conceit
not rung above the rest
Through decades kissed life-wild
love adventure found
Exemplar value-virtue edify innocent
religious-bound
Some far off time might learn
reflect sweet lessons taught
Be just half as worthy as those
who this wretch has taught
Learned to appreciate God’s
awesome gift Nature defined
Found heart-touched song
religious timber-tenet refined
Professed belief severely tested
through fantasy circus
Challenged decided “truths”
unmercifully a-purpose
Cast aside faux
premised-conclusions unable stand alone
Honed razor-focus golden glow
“Thy Will” bright-shone
“Code” self-imposed as others
declared that he just ain’t
No angel-thought; confess I’ll
never reach a heaven-saint
All answers clearly understood!
What was that question?
Many men upon the walk! Which one
be lonely pedestrian?
“Do you ever feel like crying
without reason?” Came a query
“Yes!” Honest-replied vacant
sharp-sword-ed petulant parry
Began that instant a religious
journey years to seventeen
A most humbling education
elucidated supernatural scene
Plus:
Day 340
Realizing the
bottle rockets burned holes in Old Glory
during the 4th
of July celebration at our house
Reckon
I Am “patriotic”, at heart; always manage to have a flag pole and flag.
Our
10-acre “estate” on the high bluff at New Hanover had a 20-foot cedar tree flag
pole which sat on the ridge behind our home just behind the swimming pool. I
“sold” that property (I reckon I sold everything
I ever held title to---eventually…Lady Candy once said I might sell her.
When
I hog-tied my family to move them from our “mansion” to a farm with an old
house about 150-years old, I promptly constructed a new house immediately
adding a cedar flag pole.
I
can occasionally let my “immaturity”
get in the way of simple “good sense”!? Hmm!?
Anyway,
we had a huge 4th of July fireworks celebration once the sun finally
set and the bar-b-que was gone and the watermelon and the horses had been
stabled for the night and the guns used for target shooting and clay pigeons
had been cleaned and retired. Let the
games begin!!!
Yeah!
I had a “bit” of all the “boomer”-fun stuff; about 1,000 bottle rockets!
Why
so many?---Just…me! Truth is: I found out that if you take a “wide-mouth” 2 ½
gallon shallow metal bucket and put 250 bottle rockets in it spread out and
facing “away” from the spectators, then take some lighter fluid and liberally
spray the interior of the container holding the fireworks and step back
throwing a match into the concoction---Ka-boom!...war-games!
Well!
All well and good, I reckon; except, the next morning when I went to clean the
“fun-time” residue from the manicured lawn---Uh! Oh!...burn holes in “Old
Glory! Wow! Sorry!
Ha!
Ha! Reckon that sure enough was a Battle-flag!
(No disrespect intended.)
One
year, I confess, I got a “little” carried away shooting bottle rockets one at a
time (the sensible “adult way of
doing it, the girls had burn-holes in their night gowns! Hmm! No injuries!
“Never
an adult around when you need one!”
Why didn’t Lady Candy restrain me!? Hmm!
Rebel!
Rascal! Rogue! Rapscallion! Immature! Irresponsible! Who!? Me!?
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Somebody call the fire
department---again!?” Memories!
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