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Thinkers' Thursday Nights

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We don't often get the answers
The questions they come and go
But in this small house of mutual respek
The love and trust gotta grow
An old con, he got it rolling
Done his silent years in the pen
The kitchen smelt good
An from the dark 'hood
Come broken up girls and men
So tired of Death's gang-bangin'
And turnin' the tricks Momma taught
And hidin' one's heart an fearin'
That inner hopes might be caught.
But Socrates axed the questions
Then sat back an watched the flow
Of life with its cuts
And bruises an such
Brought out to the Light to know
An black and brown
Stopped to listen
As each speaker got a turn
An white an worn felt a kinship
Forgiveness jes bein' learned.
The answers they proved elusive
Ole Socrates sat and smile
The comments felt good
And in a changed 'hood
Sweet blossoms
Burst forth from bile.
No church could've brought
This blessing
Seemed codes and clothes
Blocked the way
Here silent prayers ra…

How Does This Grab You?

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This one may ramble a bit. I am up late after a day surgery for removal of a cancerous growth from the back of my head. And subsequent plastic surgery. Excellent treatment with a good spirit from all. I am thankful. Later this evening in a hodge-podge of reading I continued with Mark's Gospel, and particularly chapter 5.
A demon-tormented young man is now sitting, clothed, clear-thinking and asking Jesus if he might follow and be with Him. The Master smiles and suggests rather that he return from the beach to the village that had scorned him, and speak happily of his deliverance.
A herd of pigs had been used as the exit route for the spirits. They had all died in the waves.
News spreads and people come out to the shore to examine the phenomenon. Busy, healthy, enterprising, seemingly self-sufficient people. Their reaction is shocking! They ask Jesus to depart as soon as possible. They have suffered in pork
Amazing isn't it? One says “may I be with you Jesus” and kneels. T…

Morning Chill Notwithstanding

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He came and put
The leash in my lap
Toenails tapping happily
Across the hardwood
Gonna need the warmer coat
But Champ has one
Built-in already.
Autumn morning sun
Happily dancing
Through few remaining
Maple leaves.
I give him lots
Of lead for olfactory
Exploration.
What does he sense
In that sniffing?
Stories of the hunt?
Amorous come-hither?
Territorial exclamations?
News in sidewalk and bushes?
A twenty-something
Girl in sweats
Passes by with her Shelty
Long, flowing
Butterscotch beauty.
We nod with smiles
Sensing our private fraternity
As canine greetings beneath
Get more demonstrative.
Last night's sleep went poorly
There are hard decisions
Today at the office
But they are precious
Pacing minutes away
And my constant Buddy
And I
Pick up the tempo
Lungs enlarging.