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In the indolent but idealistic days of careless youth.

Blissfully toyed with the idea of picking a number.

A singular number to characterize the life I live.

Choosing from the finite menu of 10 picked 8.

Which when written on its side spelled infinity.

Symbolizing never-ending existence in time.

And in this newest milestone, we find alignment.

First comes the 8 followed by the second number.

With 4 added to itself gives us the same 8.

The immortality of our soul guarantees infinity.

Add our being the image and likeness of Him.

And we have a desirable bonus to reckon with.

 Beyond the confines of our temporal existence

We aim higher in keeping with sacred covenant.

 To imitate His Son uniquely both God and Man.

We establish necessary premises we can unravel.

Keeping in mind the innate duality of our existence.

And the eternal bond between Creator and Creature.

 

Our Immortality as simply faint shadow of Eternity.

This we accept 'cause humanity exists in temporal time.

But then our immortal soul transcends human construct.

Our Creator exists beyond the human concept of time.

His entire creation exists in His Mind for eternity.

Included also would thus be the very soul we have.

We can then proceed on ways to imitate our Creator.

Without constraint He so loved that creation came to be.

Though all creation is eternally present in God's mind.

The eternal selflessness of the divine Triune God.

Incarnated in the example of Christ's earthly life.

Is necessarily the mystical model that we follow.

 

 

The Lesson In Life

 As we approach life's impending end,

A question left to be posed and answered.

What is Jesus Christ to me?

If at that point we still have not realized this.

That the only saving grace in love is to suffer.

Then we sorely missed our fated end.

That life is nothing more than a yearning to give.

And to toil and to endure trials and tribulations.

Then we misunderstood the lessons strewn our way.

That life is not one serene and cozy love fest. 

Where  peace and harmony reign supreme.

 That we still cling to wordily delights that fade

Life is one messy hodgepodge of petty stuff.

That will blind one from our eternal destiny.

Be careful then lest we lose our way.

 

Unconditional Love

 

We are wont to declare our unconditional love.

Be they for beloved acquaintances or relations.

And most accept as true readily with nary a doubt.

But we forget that only God deserves such.

Whether here or above all others take second place.

For our zealous God demands such fullness of love.

The amount of love man can bestow on creation

Has been strictly delineated by His Divine laws.

Strictures setting boundaries for our human loves.

Let us then remember this strict boundary.

For to forget would redound to our peril.

God gave all, and demands all in return.

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 2 B 83

We count people, trees, even distance.

We count most anything that comes in numbers

We love counting our money, our loves, our whims.

Maybe  not be too eagerly, we also count our years.

In slow cadence of years, we count our time on earth.

For many, we count with anticipation and hope. 

But others do count with some trepidation.

But due to inevitability we cannot do otherwise.

Natal days then are marked with rapt attention.

Gleefully for others, but forlornly for some.

But what can one do to liven the result?

Simply that we align our lives to our purposes.

Only then counting amounts to any significance.

For then it means we are edging closer to eternity.

For the rungs climbed leadeth closer to home.

The home where counting ceaseth forever.

Beauty Skin Deep

 Beauty Skin Deep

Once, temporal beauty shone in splendor.

In sheen-like quality on her countenance.

But unrelenting age came and took it away.

Now unsightly traces of lines and furrows

litter the self-same icon of munificent beauty.

The ravages of time cannot be stowed away.

Unbidden they ooze into our very pores.

A constant reminder of forthcoming eternity.

Heads bowed we acknowledge and accept.

For surely come it will in the fullness of time.

We Call It Life, But Is It?

We live and we call it life.  But is it?

Oh, yes, many call it a blessing.

A gift so precious, it is the most valued.

What lengths man would pursue for it.

But then we continue to ask for answers.

Why is it so full of deaths and afflictions?

Such a repository of snares, enemies, and ills?

So many calamities, miseries, and enemies.

And even whilst the first of those are still with us,

Others crowd in to harass  our benighted living.

And no doubt we heap blame on the world.

Not really knowing why we are so attached to it.

Unable to detach from such strong bonds.

We blame it for its addictive vanity and deceit.

Unable to fathom the real reason why.

When in all honesty the problem is us.

Life’s A-wastin’

 Life’s  A-wastin’

Your earthly life is so very short.  So do not waste any of it.

This conscious stream of thought strings along my morning jog.

Keeping company as I negotiate the twists and turns of my rote.

And invariably of the ups and downs of daily living, too.

A casual admonition constantly hammered in our minds.

Most expectedly for those of us in the twilight of our years.

Rivulets of counsel feed the besieging river on the subject.

Perchance we may be off-footed what this beatitude is.

Why seekest thou rest (and pleasure), since thou art born to labor?

We hear a’ Kempis chime in with such serious tone and sense.

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So, we ask ourselves this itchy question.

How is life then wasted or not wasted?

Man As Demigod?

   Man As Demigod?

The now hazy days of forgotten youth intrude uninvited

as we grudgingly recall the many astounding mysteries

      implanted in malleable and innocent minds,

      by the close partnership of home and school.

Of the existence of one incomprehensible Supreme Being, 

adorned with tremendous powers and Lord of all creation.

      The self-same Being being also all-knowing,

      and is everywhere his domain extends.

Mystifying paradoxes that clearly and unduly supplant

the arguably limitless freedoms  humanity was born with

      or destined to, designed as likened image

      and equipped with incomparable free will.

As fate dictates, our maturity would soften such stance.

Promoting instead by labeling us instead as partakers.

      Of His powers we still not easily see,

      but have deigned to believe in faith.

But these days, as we recall the times past revisited

with clearer eyes what innocent lives were fed with,

     beliefs nurtured  by traditions.

      And the demands of society.

Advances in information and technology permeate  lives,

integrally enmeshed  to the  minutiae of our very living.

        Ubiquitous as to be unnoticed

        and acutely taken for granted.

Detaching  ourselves as estranged from that kind of living, 

we experience a discernment of these stupefying realities.

        If we are earnest enough

        and equally honest.

The knowledge that more than just images of the Being,

we too are invested with some of his awesome powers.

         That of omniscience, omnipotence,

          and even of omnipresence.

 

Credit dazzling advances in  Web/ Internet and technology

and the manifold manifestations of Artificial Intelligence  

To witness man's power and influence in the world.

      Not since witnessed nor imagined by him.

A host of our physical limitations greatly deconstructed. 

Expanding universe-like, though largely in virtual context. 

  Knowledge of things  exponentially stretched, 

   almost beyond temporal boundaries or limits.  

Powers to influence as active participants or as causes.

Readily available to an entire world of sentient beings.

         Limited only by the dreams 

         and aspirations of humanity.

Sitting in house, or any place one may opt to locate himself, 

one invested with capabilities far beyond puny understanding.

           Limited only by what one could think, 

            or dream in the wildest ways.

Parkour. MMA. VanLife. Boxing, Tennis, Politics.  Religion. 

Economics, Global Events. Ukraine.  Russia. Globalism.  Oil. 

Climate Change. Sports,Entertainment. Sciences.  Philosophy. 

 Astrophysics. Deep Fake.  Men of Science, Arts,  Entertainment.  Etc.

Truly then current man could be enshrined to the level of god, or at least, a demi-god.  Possessed of seeming mystical powers.

     

Ode To Life

 Free verses flowing from a mind in idle gear, on a Sunday morn:

Ode To Life: Playing Mindlessly With The Words Plaguing Our Life

Do we have enough living in our life?

That is a most basic life-long question.

If it is not lived on our idea of what life ought to be, 

Can we continue to say that we are still living life?

In other words, if we live against our concept of life,

Are we still okay to refer to that living as living a life?

If death is forever in our mind as we struggle to live,

Are we said to be living life, rather than living death?

In dotage, we are apt to say we are tired with living,

Could we say that we are still living, with a purpose?

Is life an empty vessel where we store daily our living of it, 

Or could it be simply a veritable storehouse of living stuff?

Why are we admonished that to live a most useful life, 

We ought to turn our backs and begin to die from life?

Isn’t it very funny that we are blessed with our precious life, 

But we are always reminded that our fate is not in this life?

A constant reminder is that Christ is the Way of Life in this world,

Yet His tenets are fraught with thoughts of death from this world.

Truly, there are many lessons to learn from the living of life, 

All mostly requiring our wrenching ourselves away from life.

Oh, the woes and perils of living a life!