Some of My Own Favorite Bloggins

Hi Friends.  I will be heading out of town for several days this morning and it may be awhile before I post some new thoughts that I’ve been wanting to post, so I decided to entertain you with some of my favorite blogs from the past.  I’ve received comments on most of these before I changed blog locations, but it would be nice to get some fresh commentary from some new friends.  I’ve limited the list to ten, but it isn’t necessarily the top ten… Just ten that stuck out in my memory.  That means you should just go through and read everything in order to read the best.  Happy Procrastination!

To all you Long-Haired Baby-Makers – All About Gender Roles (girls like this one too)

Oh no, not the “M” word again! – Marriage Talk With the Aunts

Did You Know That… – Stars Actually Twinkle

Just an Average Day of Healings and Stuff – Exactly What it Says

True Stories of Kidnappings – Sad, Tragic, and Triumphant Tales

Child Found… And then Some – A Personal Triumphant Kidnapping Tale

Another Lesson From my Haitian Children – A Lesson in Unconditional Love

How to Save Yourself From Stress – Because stress is a waste of your time…

Signs of Life: Junior Was Here – What are you Leaving Behind?

Signs of Life: Epitaph – Designing your tombstone… today

All Too Familiar

A familiar sound rang out in the streets tonight
And from the ground is heard a familiar cry
A crimson red river flows in abundance
In a land where fresh water runs dry

From the death of a perfect world
To the murder of a son whose righteousness was his downfall.
An Abel-bodied man struck down by his brother
A smoldering wick snuffed out by another
Cain still at work, using darkness as cover.
The story, to us, is all too familiar

Now a mother and child are wide awake tonight
Silence, the sound that robs them of sleep.
The clamoring engine that comforts their worries
Runs till its dry, like the blood in the streets.

A smile on her face starts the show
“Papa’s with a friend. In the morning he’ll be in.”
But her “rest-easy” lullaby escapes from her mind.
It gives way to the somber song that’s inside.
A song for the dead, all that comes to mind.
A song that is all too familiar.

But it’s often the worst that turns out for the better
If I recall well its the first that come last.
Another storyline is drawn in the sand.
As we watch the sun rise on the dark night now passed.

It was the last night to fall.
It’s fallen to never rise again, Open your eyes
See the pauper turned prince who rules over kings.
A puppet, a boy broken free from his strings.
A dead Man rose up with healing in His wings
This story my friends, is also familiar.

Watch our dead nation rise.
Out of the deepest darkness shines the brightest light.

I Only Have One

I Only Have One

Last night I dreamed that,
I held my life in the palm of my hand,
Fragile like a snowglobe.

From inside, I look out and see,
The look on my own face.
I must be out of place,
Seems I don’t know what to do with me.

The sun shines through like crystal,
As I lift it to its proper place.
Something this beautiful must be,
Meant to be given away.

But I only have one.
Will you be the one?

I painted a picture.
I to cover up my dying heart,
Colored in crimson.

I’ve done all I can and,
I can’t seem to bring it to life.
It’s just oil on canvas.
Nothing like the original showpiece.

But even crimson gains color,
When placed in the proper light.
Something this beautiful must be,
Meant to be given away.

But only have one.
Will you be the one?

Well, take it from me.

Oct. 22, 2007