A Post A Day For A Whole Year???

Well, that's the goal. One goal among many others. Many insignificant, a few more substantial.

Call it some kind of wonky public diary.

Swim in my stream of consciousness if you dare.

I can't promise every day will be golden, but I'll try to make each one interesting. (Key words: I'll try.)

So, if you don't think I can do it, check back each day to see if I do.

If you get anything out of it, great.

If not, and no one ever reads it, at the very least it's a good writing exercise for me.

Either way, I'm gonna give it my best shot. Here goes nothing...

Poems For Your Perusal #2: "I Give You Part"

This is another old poem I pulled out of my "vault"... I hope it speaks to you as it did to me upon rereading it.


"I GIVE YOU PART"

Lord, remove from me my ears
For I no longer wish to hear
The lies and gossip that they speak
Upon each hearing, I grow weak
And would, without Your guidance, take
Their lies as truth – a great mistake
And You reply, "Give me your heart"
And in response, I give You part.

Lord, remove my eyes from me
For I no longer wish to see
Images burned into my mind
Better off if I were blind
I would, without Your shielding hand
Be tempted to betray Your plan
You nod and say, "Give me your heart"
And once again, I give You part.

Lord, remove from me my lips
For often have I let things slip
A harsh or unkind word to them
That know You not – and in my sin
I fail to see, I'm failing You
When I say things that I don't do
You sigh and say, "Give me your heart"
And yet again, I give You part.

But something in this isn't right
I battle, yet I lose the fight
Could it be that I'm naive
Enough to think that I believe
That Your sufficiency of grace
Will put things in the proper place
And I won't have to give my heart
That You'll accept me, part by part?

Lord, I surrender – take my life
And make of it a sacrifice
That You and You alone shine through
Be glorified in all I do!
Without subtracting all of me
The whole of You is tragically
Subdued – and so for this my part
Lord Jesus, here – take ALL my heart!

An Inkling Of An Idea

Something's cooking in my brain - and no, it's not the kind of things recently or presently cooking in Charlie Sheen's brain - that dude's completely wack!

I don't know if or when it will come to fruition. But if it does, it could be pretty exciting, and a little scary.

The thing is, I don't want to do anything for self-gratification or self-promotion, so I have to be careful to check my motives.

I know all this is vague, and that's by design, but I don't want to elaborate just yet, in case nothing comes of it.

So all I can say is, I guess, stay tuned.

(OK, I promise my next entry will be of more substance, or at least more entertaining. That's all for now.)

Poems For Your Perusal – #1: "Not My Best Foot"

"Not My Best Foot"

This is not my best foot

But forward it must go

This is not my finest hour

But it will have to do.

I must be self-conscious

Aware of what I lack

The will to take what I can get

And give so little back.

This is not my legacy

For that will have to wait

This is simply honesty

But far too far from fate.

What I have to offer

Is rarely ribbon-worthy

I simply must express

Emote, release, if only for me.

I do not seek your honor

I do not want your prize

Though this is not my best foot,

I will not apologize.

Everybody's Got One

Several people I know have recently started blogs, in which they chronicle the day-to-day events of their lives. I find these to be, for the most part, fascinating. Maybe I'll do that here, too; I'm not sure yet. I also find other things fascinating. For instance, that the official motto of the tiny European country of Luxembourg goes something like this: "Mir wëlle bleiwe wat mir sinn", which roughly translates: "We want to remain what we are" - can't argue with that. Or, for example, that Steven Seagal still gets paid to be an actor, when he never possessed any natural ability to act in the first place, and has since become too old and too portly to be the martial arts "action hero" that he inexplicably was for so many years in so many lame films. Or, to wit, that there are at least two other ways to express the sentiment "for instance"as evidenced by the preceding sentence and this one. I also find it fascinating that – in the English language alone – there are four different ways to express the plural of the word "hyena" – which are as follows: hyenas, hyena, hyenae, and hyenæ. That last one really gets me! How do you even type the letter "æ"? I'm clueless! I said all that to say all this: everyone else seems to have a blog now, so why not me? I'm realistic enough to realize that most people won't be reading this, for the sheer fact that a large number of people in the world don't possess or have access to a personal computer. Or electricity. Or clean water. But that's neither here nor there. Whether you want to read this blog or not, that's up to you. I can't guarantee consistent quality every time I post, although I probably won't misspell anything. I can't even guarantee that what I write will be entertaining, relevant, or entirely true (you know what they say about believing everything you read on the Internet). But I'll do my best with the skill set with which I've been blessed – or cursed. And you can bless or curse me in return. Doesn't matter either way.