Demons & Angels! (Part 2 of 4)

Gramps stood up, pulled Chelsea off the bench to her feet, smiled at the child and told her to go to the swings where Miss Kathy and Miss Mary Ellen were standing near-by with Nanny-Jodi as the three conversed while attending their own wards. Gramps had befriended the ladies in the months prior when his daughter had moved in with him after her divorce. Gramps had become little Chelsea’s “Nanny” and fit right in with the other custodians at the park. While his daughter worked at a stock brokerage, he became “Mr. Mom” running the household and babysitting.

Mary Ellen saw Chelsea coming to the swings; catching Gramps’ eye, she nodded and smiled letting her friend know that she would tend the young girl and see to it that she was safe.

Realizing that his ward was now in good hands, he turned to face his coming tormentor.

Gramps gauged the man to be around twenty, or so. He wore the “necessary” black leather jacket, greasy and filthy, as was the man’s once-white tee shirt. The denim jeans were old, ragged, torn and greasy as the stringy black hair escaping the wool cap. Gramps stared, alert.

“Old man,” came a guttural growl, “I need five bucks. Comply---we all go home …safe.”

(Part 3 of 4 Tomorrow)

Demons & Angels! (Part 1 of 4)

 Demons! & Angels!

 

“As the mean ole-dragon lunged its fiery head toward the knight…” droned the man in a hushed-whisper to emphasize the terror of the tale, all the while suppressing a clandestine smile at his young ward’s furrowed brow showing a concern-of-fear, he continued the narrative.

“…Sir Galahad loosed his long sword from its sheath at his side, the honed blade shining brightly-red from the fire-of-the-beast. In a freighting roar from the dragon as it increased the length and ferocity of the flame, the brave knight stepped toward the threatening beast. Dodging to his left to avoid the fiery-flame, the knight feinted a retreat, then struck swiftly with his trusty sword, slaying the evil dragon.” Gramps smiled. “And, the people lived happily…ever after!”

The conclusion delighted the child; she clapped her hands and cheered.

Now six, the girl would begin her formal schooling in the fall, only seven months away.

“Oh! Gramps! You tell the very best stories.” Gramps beamed. Chelsea had heard the tale, in one version or another, myriad times previously. It didn’t matter; each delighted in the telling.

Waiting for her enthusiasm to abate, even if only a little, Gramps paused. In the play of their “little-game”, Chelsea knew the man had some “serious” thought about the tale to impart.

As Chelsea’s blue eyes widened and she focused attention on her Gramps in anticipation of the “moral” of the story, he said, “Revelation foretells: In the end---the ‘good’-guys…Win!”

She nodded to affirm “understanding” of his wisdom, as much as a 6-year old might muster.

As the old man had spun the tale to his granddaughter, little-Chelsea, his attentive eyes had witnessed a young man approach a lady on a bench across the narrow walkway from his own seat. To the observer, it was obvious that the man verbally intimidated the elderly lady to give him some money; too far to be definitely determined, it appeared to be a five dollar bill.

The frail woman seemed terrified of the hoodlum; he had not touched her person; he did not have to do so. Gramps noticed a “glint” of metal as the thug pulled his hand part way out of the right hand pocket of the heavy black leather jacket. The old man surmised what the object was.Gramps watched as the thief stuffed the cash the elderly woman had given him with a shaky hand into his left black leather jacket pocket. Then, the “bum” eyed the old man on the far bench with a little girl; he smiled showing rotted teeth; he turned abruptly from the woman.

Gramps watched as the thief stuffed the cash the elderly woman had given him with a shaky hand into his left black leather jacket pocket. Then, the “bum” eyed the old man on the far bench with a little girl; he smiled showing rotted teeth; he turned abruptly from the woman.

(Part 2 of 4 tomorrow)

Unicorn-dreams reality!

 Pre-dawn exciting!

 

Brr! A pale pink-blush dawn cool-fog morn-hint

A smile on tulip lips after a rest-night well spent

 

She dreamt sweet-Fantasy upon a Magic-unicorn

Soared the cosmos-wide denying any chill-forlorn

 

Her stablemates whinnied at her excited approach

They heard an echo-call as she jumped off the porch

 

Pulled tight her riding jacket as morning wind assaulted

Quick inside! Pungent horse and leather odors resulted

 

“Morn’ Ladies and Gents!” She turned on stable lights

A friendly barn-mouse brought this equestrian no fright

 

She sang a cherry “Howdy-do!” soothing cowboy-tune

Lead out the bay Ole Beau to brush and tack real-soon

 

“Mornin’ Beau!” She pet his neck and haltered the steed

Cross tied him in the alley, admired his Morgan breed

 

Curried the cayuse fine and tacked him perfect saddle-fit

On goes the leather bridle! Ever careful-gentle with the bit

 

True-dawn has come calling to usher up a golden-sun

Lead Beau outside to warm-up walk before a fast run

 

“I couldn’t wait to see my Beau; we flew the cosmos Wild!”

She laughed at her little joke, giggled and little girly smiled

 

“Sun’s awakin’ trying to breach a cerulean eastern sky!

“It’ll be full-shine when the emerald-meadow we full-ply!”

 

Expertly with Class-finesse Missy put Beau through warm-up paces

So very excited! The pair had tally-summed myriad adventure-traces

 

From the kitchen table I watched our girl thunder-rocket o’re hill and dale

“Chaos-controlled yon ‘Whisper-wind’! Nanny! She rides like you can sail!”

 

 

As comfort-sun traverse blue sky the beauty-pair choreographed “Love!”

They danced-Wild! on emerald-turf as angels peered from heaven-above

 

Any & all ’tis a fine-day to fork a horse!---Me friend equestrian!...Amen!

"Now!"

 “Now!”

(a fleeting glance at an “eternal”-present!?)

 

“Now” is not some designation in space-transmission; it is precise-“Reality”!

 

Ingenious man measures elusive-“time” with evermore “Now”-instants!

 

All previous “Now” moments are forever gone! History! Time past! Bye! Bye!

Any immediate “Now” is---Now!...Important as the only reality with meaning!

Some(?) “Future”-Now is, at best, nebulous, like rolling dice “on-the-come”!

 

For: I have been---and am…and on the future ’morrow-dawn may even be!?

 

“Now” is not a sojourn destination arrival-time; such platform demarcation

point will come all-too-soon, unannounced; you had no “say” in the birth

conception and it is guaranteed you will  have none in the final Glory-“Now”!

 

Be ever-ready---That eternal “Now”  will call…That’s when you & I shall Go!

 

Each “Now” is a sacred Gift-of-Life! Your own & mine! Appreciate & Live-Love!

 

Life “is” the precious “Now” for sacred-holy Love! Embrace it! Dare not miss it!

 

How? Since “Time-Now” is fleeting, How might (simple-humble)-I prevail? Hmm?

 

An easy solution to the enigma might well be to simply be Aware!&  Appreciate!

 

Live! Love! Laugh! Focus celebrate!

Vigilant be! No one’s future is ever late!

 

“When I grow-up…?” “When I am rich & famous…?” “Some fine day…?”

 

Really!? Why?---“In some future time?”…“Now!” IS that very Future-time!

 

Sweet Jesus gave you license to “Live & Love” with His Love-gift of precious life!

He tells you in His sacred Word the simple-“How”! Fear not! & Follow Me! Amen!

 

Don’t miss any of the Awesome journey!---Live! & Love!...Every Right-“Now”!

 

Tick! Tick! Tick!---The “Now” tally-sum…totals your “present-eternity” ’til-Gone!

 

 Any self-delusional obfuscation is not some maybe-“If”; rather, a precisely “When”!

 

Faith! Family! Freedom! Might just be all there really---Is!

In one eternal-instant the only mercy-blessing will be…His!

Amen!

Space accommodates time!

 Space accommodates Time!

(expansion of the eternal cosmos)

 

 

“A star within a star-pentagon phenomenon!”

 

Draw a 5-pointed star on a piece of paper without lifting the lead

off the surface resulting a pentagon shape in the center of the star.

 

Now, draw another 5-point star within the pentagon, then another,

on and on, until the pentagon area becomes too small to draw within.

 

The only solution? Expand the universe of the pentagon area! How?

 

By expanding the expanse of the very first star drawing thus opening

the interior area of the last star to accommodate additional drawings.

 

Voila! “Expanding the space accommodates the example universe.”

 

In the real physical world of “Time” space expands to infinity as

the eternal “Tic!” of time is a purposed continuum never satiated.

 

Time continues unabated and uninterrupted; it is the continuum!

 

Where goes Time? Into the space expansion! Forever! Eternal!

 

As long as space expands Time is relevant in the eternal cosmos!

 

So? To “what” does space expand into? What are the parameters?

 

The simple answer! Space expands---into…itself! Voila! The continuum!

 

For continuum Time to exist its space must expand eternal! Just like the

pentagon within the star. Absent expansion into within? Termination!

 

The eternal cosmos expands eternally! Forever! Completely! A continuum!

 

From where comes the space into which the cosmos-expansion enters into?

 

From within itself! The secret? It begins wherein it ends again! Amen!

 

If such is true, the expansion is continuous: No beginning! No end!

 

Space accommodates Time with eternal continuous expansion!

 

Amen!

Velocity-of-time! (Part 2 of 2)

A wide yawn roused the child from pleasant-somewhere far away; for a few seconds the boy offered a simple smile of childish innocence as his awareness sharpened into purposed focus.

“Aw! Gee! Dad!” He began, somewhat embarrassed at his lax vigilance. “I guess I drifted off there, sometime."  Another yawn. “How many did you catch?” He stretched, then relaxed.

A soft Whisper-wind gentle stirred the still into sparkle blue-white diamond golden spikes as the sun drifted deep into the western horizon haze. The boy shivered. Where was his red jacket?

“Your coat is on the deck by your feet, Son,” Dad informed. “While you were sleeping the wind came up and the temperature cooled; I covered you with the jacket. Put it on.”

It was early summer, the spring had sprung and gone away. Directly, across the dancing sparkle waves celebrating a setting golden shine stood a giant weeping willow tree half-in and half-out of the water as it clung to shore; beneath the leviathan the lake surface was agitated with a froth from feeding newly hatched red ear bluegill spawn hungry for life and sustenance.

“Look! Dad!” The boy exclaimed with grand enthusiasm meant to educate his father on his ‘nature’ acumen observation skills as to inform the patron of the find, “the spring hatch is feeding under the ole weeping willow!” He shook his head. “They always find an easy meal!”

He said the last with comfort pride; Dad had taught his ward quite well using those words.

Dad reached the handles of the oars in preparation for departure to the dock and supper.

“Pull up the anchor, Son. I can smell Mom’s food-fare from here. She sure can cook!”

The boy grabbed the clothes-line rope which well-served as the anchor “chain” for their little rowboat. He tugged to pull aboard the window weight from his grandparent’s old house; the iron length was heavy and mud-coated. He smiled knowing hard work builds muscle. Once he had the anchor near the surface he “danced” the heavy object up and down in the clear water to free it of lake-bottom mud. Finally he managed to deposit the dripping weight onto the deck beside him; Dad had already rowed half the distance away as the youth spied his Mom and siblings standing on the dock waving “Welcome!” to their seafaring “men” returning from the adventure.

Fifty years would pass in the blink of any eye as time  marched its never-ending monotony of subtle “Tic! Tic! Tic!” to tally-sum the eon ages through history to build waiting for no man!

In a sacred memory-lexicon on a sunny afternoon one fine early summer day a man escorts his young granddaughter to the lake for any pleasure treat to “teach” the child to fish, but more, to learn a mentor’s quest informing an Innocence of Love-awaits in Mother Nature-sweet and for Life! and Love! emhanced-enjoyed if always embraced in a Treasure! Measure! Pleasure! Adventure of expected Fantasy! To sparkle light the sojourn-flight on yonder Whisper-wind!

The girl would catch “22” bluegill-sunfish to Papa’s insignificant “0”! Dad’s perfect delight!

 

Into files for future purview

Focus Perfect!-day in review

 

For I have been---and am…and may on some ’morrow- future be

Good! Better! Best! To mentor student-ward for holy adventure-free

 

“Do as I do!”---and Please!…Do just-fine as I Life-Love! play!

Focus-Love!---Blossom-Life!...Celebrate a “Peace!”-bouquet!

 

That Tic! Tic! Tic! “Velocity-of-life!” Need cause no evil-strife!

 

Amen! (I plead!) Amen! Amen!

Velocity of time! Story (Part 1 of 2)

 

Velocity-of-time! (Tic!-Tic!-Tic!)

 

Comes yon dawn to bury night

Sun-bright gold an awesome sight

 

Awake to kiss first pink-blush hint

Excited for another adventure-bent

 

Embrace high noon and purple eves

Memory-lexicon for future retrieves

 

Live just south of high sun noon

West of alabaster pale full moon

 

Man’s nemesis-cancer---Time!...Tic! Tic! Tic!

Yon honey-sugar candy stick delight to lick

 

Quick! Afore day ushers in dark night

Oh! Well! Dream-Wild! Sweet-delight!

 

Blue-white-silver diamonds dance a wave choreography so bright to sting young-tender blue eyes of a taw head youth of ten trying to win a losing skirmish with “nap”-time as warm comfort golden sun lulls the senses soft and yielding in a welcome effort to succumb; he blinks heavy eyelids in mock effort to defend a wakeful celebration in the fishing rowboat with dad upon a silver-mirror lake. Dad seems intent on his own line while surreptitiously observing his ward’s accomplishments growing into acumen learning the beating heart of Mother Nature so important to a growing boy for his one day soon advance into adulthood. Oh! Such parent-Pride!

Before the “to-nap or not-to-nap” battle is lost (or, perhaps Won!), the boy observes the clubhouse perched upon an emerald bank where mother sits in the comfortable yard swing surveying the lake-boat scene with kid-brother on the wooden seat beside her while sister views a robin’s nest secure against the reddish trunk of an ancient cedar tree; she had spied the light blue clutch of five eggs only the weekend previous and now celebrates the hatchlings’ birth.

Almost?---Now?...The threatened sleep is victor in the tussle between the “wake” and “dream”. In his clandestine observance of the “family” scene upon dry land the boy discerns a thin veil-of-smoke wisping across the tender venue. Dad had built a fire in the clubhouse bar-b-que-pit, such necessity always an irritant to the boy as such demand delayed the fishing venture by ten minutes, or so, but, in the end, after a successful catch, the pork steaks mom would prepare upon said grille as he and dad spent “manly” time upon the waters would be a culinary delightful exchange in time. Heavily laden lids slowly obscure the pleasant Love!-scene.

In adventure dream the lad forks his phantom-friend ole Magic! A silver winged Unicorn flies Wild! the eternal cosmos wide to seek and score value learning intelligence of Life! and Love!

His delightful-fog venture is rudely interrupted by an echoed voice familiar yet, right now, uninvited calling the Dreamer from slumber back to the reality of life. Time has swallowed up the afternoon and boy seems to have traverse the evil gravity of space on a journey travel-trek. “Son!” He heard but ignored the hail. “Son! Did you have a nice nap? You were talking ‘Magic’ in your dreams,” his dad coaxed him to wakefulness. “Son! Time to get up, now.” 

(Part 2 of 2 tomorrow)

Velocity-of-Time! (Tic! Tic! Tic!)

 Velocity-of-time! (Tic!-Tic!-Tic!)

 

Comes yon dawn to bury night

Sun-bright gold an awesome sight

 

Awake to kiss first pink-blush hint

Excited for another adventure-bent

 

Embrace high noon and purple eves

Memory-lexicon for future retrieves

 

Live just south of high sun noon

West of alabaster pale full moon

 

Man’s nemesis-cancer---Time!...Tic! Tic! Tic!

Yon honey-sugar candy stick delight to lick

 

Quick! Afore day ushers in dark night

Oh! Well! Dream-Wild! Sweet-delight!

 

Into files for future purview

Focus Perfect!-day in review

 

For I have been---and am…and may on some ’morrow- future be

Good! Better! Best! To mentor student-ward for holy adventure-free

 

“Do as I do!”---and Please!…Do just-fine as I Life-Love! play!

Focus-Love!---Blossom-Life!...Celebrate a “Peace!”-bouquet!

 

That Tic! Tic! Tic! “Velocity-of-life!” Need cause no evil-strife!

 

Amen! (I plead!) Amen! Amen!

Pool-table Granny!

 Pool Table Granny!

(a Life-choises tale!  Amen!)

 

Gee! This rectangular “pen” holds 15 colored balls and one white cue.

 

The lucky “player” holds a long cue-stick and critically eyes the field.

 

With an innate acumen the shooter chooses a route to motivate the balls.

 

“Angles” are most important as “Pool table Granny” chooses her angle-of-

attack contemplating the velocity needed in the stroke to strike the

object ball with the cue ball thus sending the “mark” on its path. Simple!

 

Entertaining! With the “right” choice of shooting angle and velocity? Winner!

 

Gee! If only real life was quite so simple and entertaining? Make the “right”

choices with the proper amount of ambition---and…Voila! Winner! Amen!

 

So!? What’s the issue? Hmm? Choose1---Execute!...Win! Wow! Easy!

 

You don’t have to be a Granny to get the gist of Life-Success!

 

Just---simply…”Do it!!!” Oh!---Choose…Wisely!

 

Amen!

Treasure! Measure! Pleasure!

 Treasure! Measure! Pleasure!

 

Faux-Treasure!-Measure! Reined a vacant-Pleasure!

Until evil toppled the twins!---Then…confetti-rained!

 

In the aftermath of hellish-Satan personified on a clear

and sunny morn 8:46 a. m. Eastern time-zone the 110

story North tower of the World Trade center was hit

by a hijacked plane to be followed at 9:03 a. m. by a

second conscripted-for-evil flown by demons-jet flew

into the South tower. Two more airliners taken that

morning hit the Pentagon while another crashed into

a field in Pennsylvania. Total killed: 2966! Tragedy!

 

Media coverage of the falling towers stirred horrific

emotions as the Treasure! Measure! Pleasure! sacred

holdings housed in offices turned to pathetic-confetti

filling the city sky evoking fond remembrances of past

celebratory occasions conflicting American passions.

 

Each and every shredded photo, important-memorandum,

letter, file and folder, sticky-memo, agenda-reminder---

all the Hopes! Dreams! Plans! & Love! of the immediate

victims along with an entire shocked country drifting in

a cerulean vacancy to litter streets with dread and woe.

 

Even the massive gargantuans, the towers themselves,

evaporated in a slow-motion demise of crumble-debris.

The U. S. Pentagon---shaken! A hole in some farm field!

Our hearts---broken! Lives---shattered and some lost.

My sisters and brothers! Victims! To evil intent! Amen!

 

But---Love! Endures!...Good! Prevails!...Peace! Wins!

 

Our Spirit cannot be defeated! Never! Ever! Amen!

 

So? Slowly drift upon the cold concrete pavement

Oh! Vacant-debris! Value!-Virtue! Reigns-True!

 

And---that 9-11 night…we hugged our Love!---and, prayed!

 

Material-treasures? I think not! Nor do I indulge! Amen!

 

As Sweet-Scarlet said, ”Tomorrow is another day!”

 

Focus-Love!---Blossom-Life!...Celebrate a Peace!-bouquet!

Sign of the sacred cross

 Sign of the sacred-cross!

 

Father! Almighty!-Authority!---Jesus!-Blessing!...Holy Spirit Grace! Amen!

 

All “Good”-things spring from the Power of the Creator-Authority!

Jesus’ myriad holy-Blessings sanction man’s creative-intelligence!

Holy Spirit Grace “stirs” the human spirit-intellect to sacred-Peace!

 

Good-enough---is absent focused effort!

Better ignites holy-sacred Faith-ambition!

Best uniquely celebrates Supreme-success!

 

No faux-trophy is awarded in this self-evaluating endeavor!

The “idea” is to pray one’s personal “best” in every activity!

To “win” a “Best” challenge is uniquely within one’s effort!

 

Live! Love! Laugh! Focus-contemplate!

Vigilant-be! No one’s future is ever late!

 

Miss not even one single instant of Life! Love! & Laughter!

 

Faith! Family! Freedom! Might just be all there really---Is!

In one eternal instant the only mercy-blessing will be…His!

 

In some end tally not vacant “silver & gold” celebrity!

Sum-count thy “values” practiced into “virtue”! Amen!

 

Faux-elites are evil hollow-echoes flat of any melodic pleasure-tone!

Music is the choreographed-measure filling space between the notes!

 A Judgment tally-sum counting value-virtue lights the Book-of-Life!

 

How? To defeat the darkness of temptuous vacant-evil sin? How?

Simple! Refuse to participate in any absence lacking Grace!-Peace!

Rebuke the evil twin step-sisters: vacant Worry! & Fear! Amen!

Make all holy-prayer! Thought! Word! Deed! Praise! Honor! Glory!

 

“Fear-not!” & “Follow-Me!” The simple synopsis of the Holy Bible!

 

Dare! Stand-tall! Exemplar! Christian-generous! Independent-Individual!

Saints! & Angels! & Heroes! Among us! All! Stand-tall! & Alone! Amen!

Eschew any vile modern-collective! Worship-not any graven-idol! Amen!

Brutal-scrutinize they “belief”-convictions; discard all not sacred-worthy!

 

Focus sacred-Love!---Blossom Holy-Life!...Celebrate God’s Peace-bouquet!

 

Amen!