Musings

Submitted by Clare Marie on Thu, 04/03/2008 - 15:58

Some time ago (a couple weeks, I think), I was taking a walk on the bike path running near our house. It was a foggy day, but as I love walking in fog, I didn’t mind the clammy cold. I started at our street where the path crosses over, and headed down the path, going northeast. Ahead was pure fog; I could not see a thing in front of me. Taking some steps, and looking back, I could presently see nothing behind me either except the mist. I could only see some feet in front and behind me, and some feet on both sides of me. Walking as I was in this manner, a thought struck me.

Truth: The Great Non-Sequitur (Part 1)

Submitted by James on Thu, 04/03/2008 - 04:36
This is a first short essay in a series about truth, and whether it is relative or absolute. I have had some good friends over the years who have thought that, to one degree or another, truth is relative; that is, it all depends on one’s perspective. I appreciate their friendship, but their point of view, frankly, doesn’t make sense. It confuses me how such a way of thinking can possibly work in their minds. This series of essays will be my explanation of why the idea of relative truth isn’t, for lack of a better word, true.

Thoughts on a cloudy day

Submitted by Maddie J-3 on Wed, 04/02/2008 - 17:45

Thoughts on a cloudy day

A rain storm. Every one has his or her own opinion on whether or not it is a good thing or bad. To some it may be water that has been prayed for by a desperate farmer, and waters the earth and brings spring one step closer to you back door. To others it may be a frightening thing, the thunder and the lighting that streaks across the sky so fast and bright. It may damage the crops that the same farmer toiled days for. It all depends on the person’s point of view and whether or not they want to look at it in a good way or a bad way.

Storm

Submitted by Timothy on Sun, 03/30/2008 - 04:19

You, too, would have smiled
When you heard that distant growl, that bass from afar
You, too, if you felt the energy
Almost snapping in the silent expectation
What clouds, so terribly beautiful!
Drawing the eye to the heights like no sunshine could
What silence, what longing
What emotion just waiting to fling itself upon you!

Sing me a song of full measure
Full feeling
Full emotion
Full love
Full anger
Thunder, preach!

Ignorance (Part Two of Kelth)

Submitted by narcissisticmee on Sun, 03/30/2008 - 00:10
Kelthi lived alone. She didn't know why, but she knew ever since she could remember, she was the only person living in Resden. The streets were quiet, as usual, except for the raindrops relentlessly slapping the pavement after a long fall from the clouds. Looking upward, she realized the sky was particularly pleasurable that day. Normally the clouds were so dark and heavy it caused her to feel rather dreary and gloomy. But on that day, they were not so gray; actually tinted green, which she figured was the color of the sky.

Maker of all

Submitted by Paula J on Sat, 03/29/2008 - 23:33

You made the sun, stars,
moons, planets and us.
You created everything in
just six days.
But even all You did,
people won't believe;
say evolution made this
magnificent universe and
complicated human bodies.
How could they be so blind?
Not see that You did this?
So many are blindly.
How many died believing a lie?
How many are trying to correct
that lie of evolution?
How many are stepping forth,
boldly proclaiming the truth?
How many shrink back when others
laugh and poke fun?

Be Thankful

Submitted by Paula J on Sat, 03/29/2008 - 23:28

If you have a roof
over your head,
be thankful.
If you have food to eat,
be thankful.
If you have a loving
set of parents,
be thankful.
Even if you have one
loving parent,
be thankful.
If you have clothes on your body,
be thankful.
If you have a friend who
loves you,
be thankful.
If your health is good,
be thankful.
If you Jesus as your friend,
you got it,
be thankful!

Drowning

Submitted by Paula J on Sat, 03/29/2008 - 23:25

The chain is tightening,
I see it thickening.
I'm screaming for help,
my voice unheard.
I'm pleading, crying.
Flee! That's what I what I want
to do.
Flee from myself
and this life.
It's tightening as I speak
and I'm sobbing,
drowning in my tears.
Lord, save me!
I drowning in my sin,
come pull me up.
I wanna make my life
worth something...
feel useful and worth something.
Drowning...drowning...drowning.

He loves me, me a sinner

Submitted by Paula J on Sat, 03/29/2008 - 14:57

Walking down the street,
I am amazed at Your beauty,
Your artistic hand.
You painted such a pretty place
that we sinners have ruined.
Oh, Father, forgive us,
hear our plea of distress,
take mercy upon us
and save us from
this jail we are locked up in.
I see Your hand in my
pitiful life and
wish to cry...
How could You love me
after I nailed You to
that cross with my sin?
You, oh Jesus, are too
good to me,
gave me a wonderful life
and I take every blessing

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