The Light! The Truth! The Way!

 

Jesus said, I am:

 

The Light! The Way! The Truth!

 

Are "Christian" followers---

 

Fearful of the Light

illuminating the Way

leading to the Truth?

 

Faith! Begins---at...home!

 

Does your reflecting mirror image a "Christian"-

display of a Faith-practioner in thought, word and deed?

Always? With purposed-Intent and intentional-Purpose?

 

Prayer: Dear Lord: Let me be first to Praise! Honor! Glorify! Thee!

 

Amen! 

 



"Free" advice---Worth every penny...

 

Always! Give more than you get...

 

 

Your "humble" correspondent-O'Reilly raked George Will over the coals last night.

 

"The view" "Whoopied"-up on Carly Fiorina with hot-peppered assaults.

 

"Tolerant" liberals want to "hang" Ben Carson for being Conservative!?

(Really? Liberals want to string-up a black-American to the nearest tree?)

 

And...naïve me---I thought "Holloween"-masquerades were...OVER!

 

So...To the "free" advice:

 

When you get caught with your hand in the proverbial "cookie" jar

with your pants down and your "mis"-assets flapping in the breeze---

Simply scrunch up your face in derisive, dismissive, faux disgust and

scream a strident, bellicose, hateful tirade of insane verbiage, To wit:

 

"What difference does it make!?"

(Learn from the "faux celebrity" elite-Pros!)

 

Amen!

 



Watch your "P's" and "Q's"? Well---"P's"...anyway!

 

Perspective-Perceptive peace-Purpose pure-Practiced

 

Toward evil intent-purpose pray pernicious perpetrator practice Redemption

Transgression-forgiveness celestial harbinger to regain Deity-sacred Salvation

 

“For God so loved the world…” (John 3:16)

 

Might humble-design satiate a free spirit-wild?

Could unicorn-ride define “Happiness” smiled?

Should innocence-resign impede a young child?

Would Charity-benign generate virtue defiled?

 

Always! Any issue pernicious is reflective of---thee

Considered solutions initiate focused-value by…me!

Image-obfuscated in hypocrisy vacates virtue to see

Perspicacious-eternal reveals any Truth standing free

 

Allow sacred-Peace prevail through cherished crystal-Love

Human-blessings advance through heaven saints-angels above

 

And, in some end one day, as in the begin---

Reconciliation ultimately depends upon me…

With: Thee!

 

Would we but touch His hem to emulate celestial-Love?

I, for one, believe in the sacred possibility of---Miracles!

 

Amen!



How do "I" see It?

 

Attitude!?

Ugh! Low leaden clouds, a foul, cold wet rain might have begun

Praise! Glorious day dawned bright blue sky adorned by halo sun

 

Hateful neighbor’s burning leaves to aggravate poor me again

Acrid smell on fog aloft reminds me of the kid I once had been

 

Just listen to that junky car Old Tim continuous roars up my street

Mr. Timothy’s orchard provides fresh-fruit nectar, Ah! Quite sweet

 

That stupid radio blares and vibrates my house like a throbbing drum

Then a pleasant gospel crooner-voice joined a chorded guitar strum

 

Angel-cake burned and pie tastes bland, I skimped on important “love” ingredient

Dare not eat dessert alone, vanilla ice cream added enhances experience expedient

 

Unfairness comes in gallons while fair waiting deserved-justice by the drop

Oh! Pray! A Penny saved?---Maybe, tomorrow?…Today, I choose to shop

 

My flowers died upon the vine before my seeds are ever planted

Tend it with time and water, a modicum of loving fun rays slanted

 

Alas! My mate has died; dare he do that to me?

For mine, a special recipe, for it’s I, he’s glad to see

 

“Ungrateful” kids can’t proud do me with grades nor fine profession

Honor time and love for family treasured is my fateful true confession

 

And, now, a rocky plot of ground which grows a few yellow dandelion weeds

Sowed a divine life of live, laugh, love in a fantasy vale of wildflower deeds

 

Yet, there be that eternal glow…then feel the brimstone heat of evil enmity

Rose subtle fragrance manifest in celestial communion-saint eternity

 

Perceived good, thought I, in each intent, this harsh judgment be not justified

Praise! Honor! Glory! To God’s Grace! Pray! Times, which I, exemplified

 

Planned decades plotted for a hero, left an empty vacant yearning

Return love to the Giver, “live fully” be life’s subtle honest learning

Amen!



"Farewell" (Part 2 of 2)

 

“Camelot! Sweet Camelot! I searched in vain as though thee had never gone!”

 

Over the next several weeks, an ever-efficient United States

Postal Service, oblivious  to the random comings and goings of

its myriad patrons made three posthumous deliveries to departed

Jim at his daughter, Tracie’s, address. Still in a dazed malaise at

the inconsolable  loss of her father, the girl placed them in a “special”

 box which, she declared, she’d review some day in the future. Not now.

 

Some time after, but before a full year had passed announcing the

grievous anniversary of his passing, she and her siblings gathered

to view the contents of the cache. Among the modest horde mostly

of “too late” arrived-mail, they found three Happy Birthday cards:

 

Coach Jim: So glad you looked me up; what a nice surprise to see

you after such a long time. You will always hold a “special” place

in my heart. Happy Birthday! Your dear friend, forever, Nancy

 

Jimmy-boy! Thanks for the book; it’s a real page-turner history;

could not have done better, myself. Thanks for visiting me. I hope

you’ll come again, soon. Happy Birthday!  Avery (You were right)

 

Jim-bo! Happy Birthday! Mon Amie! ’Til next we meet! Love, OCG

 

Camelot-found! Camelot-lived! Camelot-loved! Camelot-reclaimed!

 

Amen!



"Farewell" (part 1 of 2)

Les Trois “Adieux”

(Three Final Farewells)

 

 

“Camelot!---Au revoir! Mon Camelot!---Loved! Lived! Gone! Absent the ‘Lady’---No more!”

 

Much later, perhaps, in two or three years subsequent, the suffering

mourner might allow contemplation of such deep-recessed conscious

intrusive obfuscated thought-discomfort; for the present, affirmation

of evil, pernicious, damnable death demanded simple strength to cope.

Direction for some future “map-for-Love!” of “Camelot---so revisited”

might light a faint trace of redemption to resume life---Happy…again!

 

“The Queen is dead; long live Camelot-fantasy! (Again!)”---Hopefully! Amen!

 

(Note: Taken from a short story by Carl Schuler---

not published as of this date)

 

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Intent & Purpose

 

Love!

 

My intentional purpose is to fashion Love upon thee!

 

A free gift! An un-conditional spiritual embrace!

Such does not require, nor pre-suppose, any necessity;

it does not need to be: acknowledged, reciprocated, accepted,

returned, commented upon, embraced or, even, noticed;

Love can even be---denied…and, thus, rejected!

 

Love! is mine!

The sacred emotion is born of my mind-perception;

is nurtured and thrives within my eternal spirit;

is dispensed to thee through my pure charity.

 

Love! is of my choosing to bestow;

by pure-definition it must be---

Un-conditional!

 

Otherwise it is simply faux

self-serving selfish hypocritical narcissism.

 

Among the myriad people I Love,

reactions run the spectrum-gamut;

some are even “blissfully”---Unaware!

 

Love! flourishes, eternal---and…

Bequeathing that sacred freedom benefit

causes my emotional spirit-of-liberty to soar.

 

Transgression-confession: I am a dreamer, by choice;

irreverent of demanded establishment celebrity protocol.

I chase rainbows, adore colorful flutter-bys and every chance

when the stars align my way, I ride Unicorns across the abyss.

 

An Independent-Individual declaration of purpose and intent:

My mantra upon the Golden gonfalon: Love! Incarnate! Through---

Faith! Family! Freedom!

 

A sacred oath: What other people think of me---

is…none of my business! (James Caviezel, actor)

 

I choose to bestow and live: Love!

 

Amen!