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Thanks be to God for all these lovley lights,

oh how they glorify his majesty,

seen in it is his simplicity and might,

a reminder to trust in his mercy.

There’s something to all these beautiful lights

that set our day, our world, our life, aflame,

they paint the air with colors mute and bright,

crazy, unruly, barley able to tame.

These lights create the colors of my life:

resplendent red and jalapeño green

these cool colors that lead away from strife

are cast and set by the sunlight’s bright sheen.

         We live our days in God’s created light,

         and darkness has utterly failed in it’s fight.

Ode to words

I broke ope my pen and let the ink fly,

setting off splatters on a creamy page.

It raised quite a den, smearing when I try

to set its smatters to my char like rage.

What languages have ripped apart their rules

only for the sake of a quiet beat

even since the caves, to art we bend our tools,

forgetting to bake, to sleep, even eat!

Our language makes us, and defines our ways,

driving our thoughts, it renders who we are

plausible to trust by setting our shames

into separate lots and labels and cares

         Inked words caught my heart, ‘n set my mind ablaze.

         I’m lost in their art, and stuck in their maze.

                           

Savor Being Small

Wouldn’t you know it’s lonely at the top?

And I’m not being sarcastic,

you have to find that part that’s soft and chop

it out, so as to make a thing fantastic.

If your wanting to lead a country on

to bigger better things, or bring your show

to the level of a national icon,

than you must suck it in and lose your heart,

but maybe gain the respect of your peers.

That’s the sad price to be a master of art,

a price that takes it toll slowly over years.

         To be great you must be small, and let them hate,

         But oh, oh, to be small would be so great.

To Virtue

There’s a certain kind of nobility

to be found in accepting charity,

while avoiding pride and it’s depravity,

and teaching us simple humility.

Charity leads us from the path of doubt

when, in faith, we listen to her loud shouts,

letting ourselves be guided by her out

of this mucky world riddled in clout.

Without Charity, where’s our fortitude?

Locked up in some plastic case old and rude?

Real courage and strength comes from our hearts dude

and guides us away from the worst of our moods.

         We are witty and guided by virtue,

taking us all out of unneeded pity.

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Narration and storytelling spin a

colorful monochrome  life of contrast

wrapped up in fish tales told around dinner

leaving us full of our own pomp and bombast.

What’s wrong with the random and outright strange?

Done well it leaves a sweet taste in our mouth,

and blasts us beyond our usual range

to worlds and fantasies, from north to south.

Why not take relish in words and pictures

for their own dear beauty and simple joy?

Think of the delight in well-told lectures,

Why not take a moment to ponder these ploys?

         Why not take a moment to meditate

         on those words that change lives, and make them great.