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Destroyed in One’s Imagination

It is easier to assume—When one finds it beneficial—That what we see now is all there ever was. And thus, by that simple trick in the mind,Are destroyed in one’s imagination The possibility of any of a number of Things … Continue reading

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At the End of the Day

At the end of the day,They do not think it Their responsibilityTo understand,But only to nod along. And this explains A great deal.

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All In

In popular Christianity, many have been taught thatTo say they are all in is to be all in. It is for them a religion of mere declaration,Beyond which God does most all the workAnd they themselves are mostly unaccountable. You … Continue reading

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So Fails the Will

He is frustrated that they will not heedHis corrections on how they haveMisinterpreted the Bible—As if it were a seriousCognitive error—When reallyIt is muchWorse.It does notOccur to himThat the reasonThey are in error isThat they have ignoredAlso the counsel of … Continue reading

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The Terrible Difference Between Two Men

Listen closely to me and I will tell you The terrible difference between two menThat sets them apart as Light and Darkness. The one sees self-correction as a life-giving dutyBy which he blesses himself and those around him. The other … Continue reading

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With His Head Laid on the Block

With his head laid on the block of public serviceAnd the axe within the easy reach of the crowdHe dares to speak a truth that is sure to beMet with apathy, delight, terror, and rageBy the factions who stand before … Continue reading

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The Deer Do Not Make Their Beds

After suffering years of nagging guiltI’m now reconsidering whether I shouldCut myself some slackFor I have observed of lateThat the deer do not make their beds.

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I Could Get Filthy Rich

I believe I could get filthy richIf I were willing to teach under-developed mindsTo feel good about their under-development.

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A Thousand Lessons

A thousand lessons pass the earsAnd a hundred the lipsTo the one that finds a home in the heart. And hardly anyone knows that we could—If we wanted—Learn a thing the first time.

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For One Last Look at the Day

As he heads to the barnThe evening sun dips downBeneath the western cloudsFor one last look at the dayAnd washes warm where he mayAcross the uncluttered earth Casting long those evening shadows Beyond the obstinate things That refuse to clear … Continue reading

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