Why do I write if/
my words, one day, will vanish?
Why do I eat, drink?
Prompted by The Book of Mormon, 2nd Nephi, Chapter 25, verse 26:
“26 And we talk of Christ, we rejoice in Christ, we preach of Christ, we prophesy of Christ, and we write according to our prophecies, that our children may know to what source they may look for a remission of their sins.”
After a long, hot,
dry spell in Georgia, it’s nice
to sit in the rain.
Our first egg, still warm,/
found nestled in fresh-cut grass.
We’ll hope for more, soon.
When your wife’s away,/
and you’re sick, you get to watch/
Norwegian movies.
#TheKingsChoice #Norgebrave #wegiveourallforNorway
What did Goethe do,
alone, thinking? He had no
techno-distractions.
I’m mad at others/
because I’m angry with me.
I’ll repent, improve.
After long summer
walks in woods and fields, did great
writers nod off? Nap?
The book Brain Rules says adult afternoon naps are beneficial.
I must clean, be clean,/
and have faith. Why are two so/
easy, and one not?
When taking care of
others means you don’t take care /
of yourself, please change.