Contented

She has travelled wide
I’ve only lived in town
I’m happy for her
And me, contented

My car is old
And sometimes I walk
I am happy for the mechanic
And me, contented

My wife is awesome
She’s my wife
I am happy with her
Contented

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Debts for which I am credited

Debt to spouse, by marriage

Debt to children, by parenthood

Debt to parents, by sonship

Debt to friends, by friendship

Debt to self, for Christ’s sake

Debt to man, for the dignity inherent in mankind

Debt to God, for the dignity inherent in God

Forgiving: Comparing Man’s Memory with God’s

Oh forgive and forget
How could that ever happen?
To forget, I mean
The offence has registered its presence
Has its own folder in my cabinet
Forget?
Never
Maybe

The hurts have passed
Yet the memory remains
Just a scratch away?
Or buried deep, never to be seen
Hopefully

How do you forgive like God?
His memory is neither short, nor long
It is present, just present
When He forgets
It is that what he forgot never was
So that there was nothing He forgot

God forgives with forgetting
Literally

So if when God forgives, He forgets
It becomes awkward when one tries
To remind Him of something that
He has no memory of.
Therefore, “what in My Name are you talking about?”

Thank You–December 2015

The last days of the end
Beckoning, the next
Twenty-sixteen, the leap
‘Twas a beautiful season
I look back and see
How far I came to be

Thank You for everything
That there was always something
And something to be thankful for
when clouds covered the sun
And the stars hid their shine
That still, I came to be

Made progress everywhere
‘Did my bit to make you swell
More than money and achievements
There was that experience
I’ve seen what You meant
What you meant by Eternal

Light with the tunnel
Light all around
Something of Heaven down here
And I saw more than a sign
The Eternal in man
Thank You for Heaven on earth

The Most Basic Wedding

No registries
No holy men to preside over ceremonies
No person to give away the bride
Nobody else to say “I was there”

It would just be a man and a woman cutting a covenant with God as witness. Traditional, court, and religious wedding ceremonies are an enactment of this, with human witnesses.

What if they did not regard God? God would still be witness. Because, it seems, that once the mindset is of marriage, whether or not it is formally recorded or publicly declared, God’s acknowledgment is activated.

So this is what wedding seems to be: when the man and woman agree that they are married, and they seal it with something strong enough to confirm the bond. Two things come to mind: sex and words to the Truth of it. Both affect our spirits.

Adam saw Eve; he married her with his words as she concurred. Such speaking mean something. Words are not ordinary. To Eve, Adam had said, “You are bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh…” Eve must’ve affirmed because their lives afterwards reflected that reality. And they made love, certainly.

Asides:
There was no one but Adam for Eve to marry and vice versa.
You can marry someone just because they’re available for marriage.
Adam and Eve worked well together, it seems.

Children and the Not Impossible

I was seated on the rail, and the little boy asked me to do a back flip to the other side of the stairs. Gosh, why should he think that? And I said it wasn’t safe to do so. Of course, I wouldn’t add that I couldn’t. What would he think? Then he answered that the power rangers could. Oh, television, making kids believe the not impossible but dangerous thing again. So I told him that that was the power rangers, that it was television, and that they weren’t real. He got quiet for a moment, and then turned to face the others who would believe the power rangers fantastic. I envied him.

Minding Easter

Mind on Easter
Not for the break
But for the reason
The next love season
After Saint Valentine’s

There’s a few weeks left
Ponder now
Why wait till we get there

I wonder at what you did
As it is true
That you came to die
Suffering as in a movie
The Passion of Christ
Then to come back alive
Saying that I’d be kainos
As fresh as new
If truely I entered you.

Near maniacal
It must be love
What’s the difference
We’ve done the insane
In the name of the game
All giving and no taking
We gladly only accept to receive
If any harm
It was to self
And all without regret
In joy-full experience

How can you tell
It was one-sided
We love because He first loved
It had to start from somewhere
And it has come full circle

Thats pure and true
You would say so
How else could it go
If there’s no greater love
Than to lay down your life
For a friend
Literally
Not quite so and yet so
You’re not making sense
But still you understand