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HI, HOW ARE YA?

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HI, HOW ARE YA?

When I turn to God and say “Hello” and He answers “Hi, How are ya?”

I  look a little closer; Who will he be tomorrow?

Today he may be Sandy, tomorrow perhaps Claude

The next day may be Betty; yesterday was Maude.

I really don’t know What or Who or even When or If God Is.

What I do know is that when I call on God I find Love.

When I Accept that Love I find Knowledge.

When I apply that Knowledge I find Friendship.

When I share that Friendship I discover more Love.


Sandra Schou                photographer

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UNDERSTANDING THE WINDSOR KNOT (PATOOIE)

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Fraidy Cat’s greatest fear is of losing the Connection.

He calls it The Word..

Fraidy Cat has followers. They are helping to spread The Word. (The Word, the Word), the Word again is The Connection.

It goes like this…

“Don’t Think-Listen.”

“Don’t question-believe.” And …….

“Never, never taste your food before you salt it.”

And…….

“Always do the ‘right’ next thing.”

WHO AM I?

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Who am I,

He wondered at ten

And who will I become

Will I be famous

For what he bethought

Will I still be My Father’s Son,

And why am I here by this bubbly brook

With a squirrel and larks nearby

He mulled and decided

If asked oft enough

That one day

He’d surely know why.

He flew the coop they’ll

One day say

He flew

After

Waving

Goodbye.

We thought we saw him

Up high in the clouds

He flew and

He flew and on

He flew.

He flew

After

Waving

Goodbye,

To return

In the

Nigh and nigh.

By Lee Broom

MY SHOES DON’T MATCH

 

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MY SHOES DON’T MATCH

My shoes don’t match
I said to myself
Observing one black and one brown.
One pointy toe
The other a moc
I noticed as I sat down.

I remembered a time
In Pershing Square
An orator holding his own
The end is nigh
Beware my friends
Repent before heading Home

Is he right I wondered
My shoes don’t match
I’d found them a moment ago
I repented not
They felt warm and snug
I left them on my toes.

My shoes don’t match
I said to myself
Observing one black and one brown.
One pointed toe
The other a moc
Each slipped over
A woolen sock
The time was passing
Tickety tock
A smile replacing a frown;

I have another pair just like these
And they are my very own.

CRUMBS
CH SIX
Lee Broom.