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Born Again Today
10-2-18

Less than two hours and I'll be away for the important part of my day
All in discoveries of declaration all in Apollumi as to attempt using the nondominant hand
To serve myself even more and I wake at four as in what is gained in what is lost
Toss the children's bread to the dogs
All ate and were filled with Naan believing and a spicy sauce
Show them who's boss
For compassion on the multitude
Today it's just happening as to learn with a beginner's mind and slice the apple
As you peel off its rind
Beware the leaven of us and mind that cool air as well as the soles of your feet
As to reveal ones longsuffering sent to the host sheep of Apollumi
In the Greek I know I am not this
O, great is this faith letting it unfold.....






Will Have Been Loosed
10-2-18

Feed them all that you are
Lest they faint on the way as a saint keeping sin at bay
As today to board the stagecoach for branches bristling and many are listening
Sending away the multitude
Those who ate were four thousand high and lofty
Getting my face on
O, how many loaves remain
Beware of their doctrine but find it in yourself
Just what is good for you
Approaching Magdala with a sideways glance and askance of all assistance
And analysis given the keys to the kingdom wherein I hesitate
Where the trip was not for material gain
But as a learning experience
To slow down and just enjoy it
As Christ foretells His death and resurrection
Out of the noise what's a wealthy cat to attempt.....






Long In Sin
10-2-18

To be rightly guided and no more tightly prided
For the bowl of salsa in the centerpiece of my table
Order up a few more drinks
Behold you are able
And today buy the books of farce and fable
For sharp points of an infinite sky
We were children then
Opening the book of Christian opportunity
God bless her when nature calls I reaffirm
For the cost of discipleship in hopes for another good bookstore trip
By unjust means all containing as if it squeezes your bones
Commanded and commended of immense significance
In the name of the Compassionate
In the power of our future ministries
I write poetry for the people as commanded and commended
As ascended foe a story that never has ended
In the sense wherein it's good to hear it.....






Bar-Jonah Revisited
10-2-18

O, Merciful
I find a new name for You everywhere I turn
As to yearn to but learn as to believe in the last day
With time to burn who do men say that I am
All for potatoes and ham and forget not the corn and beans
As Petros our stone tedious all for our toastmasters
Drain the jungle line built upon our testimony as to harden all we say late in the day
As God is willing in Bar-Jonah
O, massive rock from underground for my sake
You will find it as Christ confirms the specific detail of cheetahs and snails
And a race for grace in the Greek our ekklesia
As to call them out and send them on their way sometime today...





Restoring All Things
10-2-18

All along the Watchtower everlasting our Ensign
Using the word we instead of I as to but belong there even while discordant
Not to believe as others do as to fret like mothers do
All for our called out assembly quoting the Koran greeting Muhammed
By the narrow way by the sickness of our hearts and minds
Potato peels and clementine rinds
Where there is a play on our words
To build or destroy in the point of similarity
I test the warm air today and see if it is to my liking
Implying more than just a gathering of our assembly
And one more Sacrament meeting if you wish as to thrive
Kissing each others' feet for rain this afternoon on a busy street
As we may not perceive it
Woah there!