Mother's Day in America

My wife and I took my mother to where I grew up, for mother's day. We went into an Arby's to get some coffee and I noticed about 15 old men sitting around BS-ing. When we were walking out I said to my wife, I wonder if I went to High School with any of those guys? She looked at me and said, oh my, I saw those old guys and thought 'look at those old coots hanging out drinking coffee,' it didn't don on me that they were your age, you might have known them when you were young, WOW. My mother who has demenia said I was a lot older than her or at least looked it.

Those were my mother's day gems.


It occurs to me that I need to believe in something and what I have observed is that man fails at every turn. So, am I to believe in man?  In my own heart I know my weaknesses and observe my decline, as I watched my father before me so how can I believe in myself?  We are told over and over in our country that only fools and the weak minded believe in or need a God but for me I will accept their label with all the comforts that it has to offer and let the wiser and more knowing accept their darkness.

http://godlywarrior.wordpress.com/

No one ever comments.  The world is speechless.

 

BEWARE THE DRAGONFLY

HAVASUPAI at    amazon.com  

loss

2/11/2013 Little Needy Duck was killed by a hawk this morning, she roamed free and freedom is risky. We are sad.

I've written a flash fiction piece about our "Little Needy"and submitted it for publication.  I will post it here after the publication runs.  I may have lied about the previous post being my last.  There seems to still be interest in this site and I am going to watch the count on my views and determine if I will resume posting.  Thank you for your interest. 

http://godlywarrior.wordpress.com/

Wandering Dan,
 

What sort of man

Was wandering Dan?

Who always made due

With a hole in his shoe,

White in his hair,

Wild eyes in a glare,

Wire basket cart,

Wheels stiff to start,

What sort of man

Was wandering Dan,

When our Uncle Sam

Was lost in Nam?

What did you see

While setting us free?

What sort of man

Was wandering Dan?

We all should wonder

Wicked politicians blunder
While this enemy rose
With class envy it grows

Weak hearts walk by

Wanting not to pry.

Wrapped in his rags

With his collection of bags

What made this man

Wandering Dan?

May I refer you to this, our enemy is relentless, we need your passion

CommentSubscribeShare on FacebookTweet This