"I do not run to add days to my life. I run to add LIFE to my days."

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Poetry

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written during a church service

Good, Bad
Black, White
Tried to send the Light the best they knew
Shouldn't we ask for more?
Relief, Development
servant, Master
Male, Female
Poor, Rich
Joy, Mourning
Staring Faces
Prim & Proper
eyeing up and down
no visible love
judging appearances
no visible love
deep down curiosity
coveting
Pridefully boasting of the way this place is a loving, witnessing community
Christ brought back the focus on Peace and Love of God and neighbor
You need to do business with God
Pay attention to the signs

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Creative Expression
no understanding
She convicts her audience
with nothing less than average

What is common place?
Where is Never land?
As we grow older do we become wiser?

Innocence can never be retrieved

Oh but to find life again
after such darkness and seemingly hopeless despair
That is something to boast in

Find the joy in life
Find who you've given the joy of life to

Lists that never end

Doors, walls, ceilings, locks, windows, curtains, head phones, cell phones, TV sets, flashing lights, and sirens.
Boundaries, gates, fences, compartments
There is a place for every activity
What is privacy?
Is this a human, god-given right?
Do we earn anything we are given?
Together we march, walk, run, fly, sing, chant, eat, consume, sell, buy, work, create, and watch the world
Alone we sleep and dream, cry, make a fool of our self, meditate, apply make-up, indulge our temptations, read the paper, write to ourselves, make decisions, and vote.
A soul finds its worth
The weary earth rejoices

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