Deeper Furrow

Her Own Woman   I respect her being I do not touch that way She belongs to another And I am comfortable with that   The person she’s become Commands an understanding Seeing her today Walking in her mother’s steps Makes me happy   She is her own woman As she submits to her head With that light tether She flies in freedom   How glad I am To hand her off To a blessed man Who does not wreck her   Woman Rise to conquer the land I only dreamed of

  Spiritual Interface Units      I am so glad that God our Father has created beings such as these.   Oh, the sheer complexities that lie behind a simple hello!   Walking on two feet, our eyes meet, and our face tells the story.   A myriad of mix as the soul embellishes the eyes in agreement or discouragement.   Not to say least, but our body language in itself paints the picture at a distance recognizable that we can even tell the identity at serval paces.      He defines awe.   We creatures truly are awesome.   Not stoic sculptures in a museum but changing with every moment.   I hear robotics have mimicked.   However, nothing that man creates comes close to the embryo.   A start of life.   We cannot give life to inanimate objects.   Breathing life into dust He reserved for Himself.   Elemental we are, being derived from the earth.   Our corpses decay falling back to the gr...

  When I Correct      As a Godly man of fifty-five years old, being an elder and an overseer in a local congregation having his walking with God in excess of forty years, I maintain the right to correct as needed.   If I see error, I suffer patiently for a right time to address the issue.   However, something pulls at this reasoning of mine.   I am a bipolar man and my tendency to anger has been documented by hospitals.      So where is the balance?   I am troubled and unsure lacking confidence and even a good night’s sleep that I have corrected in accordance to the severity of the problem.   Am I entering into a hypomanic state?   Will the tell-tale signs emerge have as they have done in the past?   Will this be the start of the proverbial snowball rolling down the hill gathering momentum and mass as it treks?   Will I artistically become more obscure not relating and growing in confusion?  ...

  When We Believe Lies Joshua 9 especially verse 14 14  And the men took of their victuals, and asked not counsel at the mouth of the  Lord .      It only takes a simple prayer.   “What do you think, Lord?”   We hear many things.   A cacophony of sounds streams along in the wind.   Sometimes they get organized to agree with our inner thoughts and suspicions.   As a seed, it must be watered.   Sputtering lips shout obscenities.   Against such, we dismiss.   It is the gentle, continuous rain that soaks the ground even undetected.   Before long, our fertile ground becomes a swamp smelling of dank odor.   The vine wraps to warp other perceptions of ourselves if we believe.      I heard a counselor say it quite often is a core lie.   In his experience, troubled ones have swallowed a primal misconception from which other skewed thoughts emanate.   Have you believed anoth...

Shadow      For those of you old enough to remember, Shadow has been a fixture in our home.  Given to us at an early age, this Malinois mixed dog with great coloring and excellent obedience has blessed our house with gentleness.  Thriving on MilkBones, she routinely does her duty in the back yard without a hitch.  Graying around the muzzle now has limited her to long naps and low snoring about the living room furniture.      I am writing this because she has become a part, and I hesitate in saying part, of our family.  One must realize that she is an animal.  She belongs to me.  I have final say in the number of her days.  As God has said, I am to be responsible for the “beasts” in my possession.       There is a blurring now days.  When $100 to $1000’s of dollars are spent to dress these domesticated ones up or to surround them with luxuries.  Thus, they have become the a...

  Secret Service Guitar chords (E, A, B7)   Woke up with brunch on my mind And with no wife to dine I drove solo to the local Johnnie Mars   It was a dismal rainy day Wondering if there’d be a place for me to stay Judging by the parking lot full of cars   "Wait to be seated" the sign read While others were being fed So, I humbly took my stand   At the counter right there The waitress showed me an empty chair Then suddenly by me sat an elderly man   Blue cap with veteran sewn upon Gold stitching told of a mission he'd been on Some years back he was eager to say   Another vet to his left caught his eye Before long they reminisced about days gone by While I quietly enjoyed my steak   Six years with the Air Force had brought me in Although my cap didn’t announce when And with no medal with which to pin That day I became secret service That day I was secret service Today I am secret servic...

  The Brothers At Johnnie Mars Joshua 5      Went in for lunch today at a Sioux City icon.   Sitting at the counter, I conversed with a vet.   He was going to the honorary Vietnam supper tonight.   He had his cap to prove it. I wore mine, a simple baseball cap with an American flag on it.   To his side sat another vet.   His cap also told a story.   Mine, just a plain old cap.       Serving six years in the Air Force has meant nothing to me when comparing myself to those seeing combat.   I hesitate to say I served because I was medically discharged.   Someone recently told me not to discount it.   Everyone’s time looks different.   True, but a common thread links us.      God’s army crossed the Jordan with Joshua in the lead.   A certain thing lacked.   A loose end that Moses never tied up.   All the children born in the wilderness wandering were...