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Showing posts with label the 2:56 PM prayer time of a daddy in these times. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the 2:56 PM prayer time of a daddy in these times. Show all posts
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Friday, February 3, 2012
Friday, December 23, 2011
Prayer Lines
When you pray you have a direct line to Jesus. You don't have to worry about being ping'ed or tapped into when you open your very own secure line to the King of Hearts.
I don't think that Jesus would have told us to pray often if He didn't mean it. Then as I do, I began to worry that my prayers were being shang'hai'd by the devil. That's right, my prayer transmissions were, I thought, being tampered with.
Then it occurred to me that Jesus had already thought of that, being the well-organized being that He is. Now I don't worry about broken transmissions. We who have 'much correction and learning to do' while here on Earth have been given a secure direct line to Jesus ... our best and most steadfast friend.
I don't think that Jesus would have told us to pray often if He didn't mean it. Then as I do, I began to worry that my prayers were being shang'hai'd by the devil. That's right, my prayer transmissions were, I thought, being tampered with.
Then it occurred to me that Jesus had already thought of that, being the well-organized being that He is. Now I don't worry about broken transmissions. We who have 'much correction and learning to do' while here on Earth have been given a secure direct line to Jesus ... our best and most steadfast friend.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
The Sunday 2:56 PM Poem Moment [#Two]
Leaves
astound
a single leaf
grows year round
natural requiem
as incursions surround
to blow it from its stem
it flutters
twirls, unhurried
filling gutters
skimming ground
here I stutter:
I live in a cell
it's insane, I know
I wait for a bell
they bring food
What next they bring
glimpse of life outside
or possibly paper, and ink
or nature of my crime
Possibly a letter with a leaf
from home would suffice
to explain my identity
explain I am young not twice
with work still in my hands
but I speak a language
my captors do not know
whether they understand me..
waiting is too cold
unbound me
send me away
as a leaf in winter
blowing far and free
astound
a single leaf
grows year round
natural requiem
as incursions surround
to blow it from its stem
it flutters
twirls, unhurried
filling gutters
skimming ground
here I stutter:
I live in a cell
it's insane, I know
I wait for a bell
they bring food
What next they bring
glimpse of life outside
or possibly paper, and ink
or nature of my crime
Possibly a letter with a leaf
from home would suffice
to explain my identity
explain I am young not twice
with work still in my hands
but I speak a language
my captors do not know
whether they understand me..
waiting is too cold
unbound me
send me away
as a leaf in winter
blowing far and free
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