Worth Reading?

About 9pm
I stood waiting
The bus delayed
Still wait

About an hour passes
Bus comes
I board
I see the old man

He is reading
I think on the picture
What's he reading?
He must value it

What are my words?
What does my pen ink?
Are they worth his page?
Worth this man's time?

Time and return on use
Profit, will he?
On reading me?
I ponder.

The End

My days are numbered
An end there is
My upspring I know
On stage I am

A choice left me
Of what nature the last
That now, the chance
And chance, time

A thought to ponder
And learn I must
To well do
And alone, I can't

What, then, make I
Of time and chance
Of spirit and talent
That last be good?

Trust In Jesus Christ.

Dawn Work

Morning; men awake
They walk, talk, do
Kick up dust
Make a din, hustling

Din continues
They tire
Come home
Feet gather in

Din dies down
Dust settles
I can hear my mind
Now it's time

I prepare my work
I go mining
I hear the Creator speak

Life

Where is the way of life, and who has found it?

They say God knows the way of it, and has not hidden it from men

With the seeing of the eye and the hearing of the ear is life thus decided?

I ponder.

True?

Thoughts

Of what use is understanding to me if God in wisdom found the earth?

A fish's place is not in mid air, neither a bird's in water, nor the tortoise's in the sprint. My cue?

Of what use is a sundial in the shade?

The Love

The Love

The wood I care not for
Not much love for the brick
I'm never seen with the plow
The wheel I make do with
But the verse I taste with my tongue.

Seek

Out of "one" came all, and all goes to one. One word. All the answers are here. Its a seeker's paradise. I will seek!

Doesn't it cry?

Behave

Behave

A lady once had a friend of hers come over to visit one Saturday evening. Both had had a tough past week, and wanted to catch up on events outside of work, and to keep each other company.

She had dishes in the sink unwashed, and instructed her sons, Jack and Nicholas, to wash them first before heading out to play with the boys. This way the chore gets done, and her sons go out, and she spends time with her friend at home.

Both new their roles when it came to washing the dishes: Nicholas washed them while Jack wiped them off and placed them in the dish rack. But today, Jimmy, in his haste to head out for fun, decided to rush out midway through doing the dishes, leaving the remaining chore for Nicholas.

Nicholas: Mom, Jack's not doing his part of the dishes!

Jack was at the door when he hears mom's voice.

Mom: Jack, behave.

Jack, knowing his mom, all too well, and the possible consequences of his actions, returns.

My thought:
I am thinking of the word Jack's mom uses. Behave. I looked at it closely, what it means, and how it translates to all of life.

Be and have. That Jack had to be something to have something. He had to be in line, doing what's right first---doing the dishes---and having done that, have what he wanted---play with the boys.

A simple word with so much meaning, not only for the home, but for all of life. How was this word was formed, and how come it's filled with such sense for us all?

 Be and have---Be-have. Does it not cry?

Shaking a man's hand

In the shaking of a man's hand:

This act means me thrusting my hand--fingers and palm--into another man's, and the exchange is equal in clasp, for a full handshake. A handshake connects me, rubs my palm against and connects my fingers with another's, in equal measure. It bonds me, in some sense. It says that what I give in the exchange, I get back in equal measure?

That, with the amount of thrusting of my hands, be it fully or partially, the same I get back?
Why is it so, and why can't it be any other way?

Note: told by Dr. Mike Murdock, but paraphrased for easy rendering here.

He told the story of a university student who, after much learning in college, was pondering the existence of God, and the sense behind His creations:

Student: Dad, I don't think there's a God, and if there is, He must not be wise at all.

      (the conversation was taking place on a farm)

Dad: Why do you say so, son?

Student: Look at this small acorn that hangs on a big oak tree branch; and the big watermelon that lies on a fragile vine on the ground? If God was wise, he'd put the big watermelon on the strong oak branch, and the small acorn on the fragile vine.

Dad: Hmmm.

 There and then, while he was still talking, an acorn falls off its branch, and drops off on top of his head.

Student: Thank God that was not a watermelon!

  .........the earth has all manner of knowledge, yet none compares to what was already here on earth before we (humans) got here. All of creation has hidden wisdom, and only if we pay attention do we realize that it's all---whatever we want to know---already here, all around us. Does it not Cry!

I was created with a brain, a mind, and it does not work without knowledge, and in no way am I bettered as a person without learning. So out in the open, out here on this blog, I will learn, be a student of all that's around me. I will note as much as possible here. And I will gladly have any and all who will like to come along to walk with me. Thanks.

I am here now, on earth. The world is full of people. I am lost. How do I make my way through this place? Where am I going?

Ok, this I will do: pay attention. Here, right now, I am a learner, a student, a servant... Thanks.

Hello, Earth, how are you? Hello, world, I live here. Thanks.
I am from a far country, and I made my way here. This place, world, seems a strange place to me.