thoughts of Gen 31-32, by ST 1980s Taking a journey to the Promised Land: A fight, a flight, a struggle on every hand. Life’s former employ all left behind, Seeking now gods of a different kind. Though my past come to challenge, Search my integrity–Let God avenge The promise made with subtlety; This Stone witnessContinue reading “A Journey and a Struggle”
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Seasons, Seasonings, Seasoned
by ST, revised May 2023 Seasons “He’s going through a stage,” is all that need be said, And so say they all Of all a child goes through: Innocence, importance, and impudence Are played and played again– By parts and turns–authority’s role Varies as protector, tyrant, friend. Seasonings Then learning, earning, and making, And stirringContinue reading “Seasons, Seasonings, Seasoned”
“It Never Fails!” and other like fables
by ST, 1987 “It never fails!” she says as she gives me a no-fail fudge recipe. And, sure enough (it never fails), it fails! As if to prove that we of limited skill in the culinary arts are, after all, only cracked pots in the kitchen. Are we to blame when every recipe for everyContinue reading ““It Never Fails!” and other like fables”
Traveling Through Life
by ST, late 1980s In a forest green and wild I spied by a brook a little child babbling a current of indistinguishable joys, playing some little game, twigs and pebbles for toys. In a jungle where jealousy’s flame was fanned I looked at the torrent that passed for a man, of passions ablaze–that ranContinue reading “Traveling Through Life”
Wrinkles Aren’t Ugly!
by Susan Ternyey, 2008 The earth and life are full of wrinkles. And so what that they are? Wrinkles are beautiful! From a fairly featureless molten globe, masses of stone coagulated on the surface of our earth, cooled and hardened into rocky mountains that collided as they rode the boiling undercurrents of lower layers. SuchContinue reading “Wrinkles Aren’t Ugly!”
The Labor
by ST, 1980s Born one night– no room in the inn: crowded–every place filled full. The burden of the taxing: Payment must be made. The Only, the Humblest abode where the Lamb was kept: the Stable, the Christ was there born one night. Bourne one night in agony while others slept, a Man of constantContinue reading “The Labor”
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