On Finding The Middle of a Triangle

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“White Corellas” by Erica J. Harris

On Finding The Middle
Of A Triangle

(©Glenn Gardner 2013)

Geometrize th’incentre of a space
By secting angles and projecting lines.
The brain computes behind the furrowed face.
The pencil’s and the ruler’s plot inclines,
Yet just not of dimensions two or three.
Our senses tweak, and wreak and census seek
To scribe and plumb the depth of mystery
Of what’s out there, in here, within, oblique.
The Father, Spirit, Son, the three in one
Are wholly holy, wholly cry wee saints
From branches truncate wresting. This dry run
Will yet be watered; nourished, know restraint
In Sabbath rest that thrills yet spills unheard
And channels only living water’s word.

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Unity In Diversity

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“Fibonaci Fibers”
by T.Grimes


 Unity in Diversity 
© Glenn Gardner 04202013

See, salt in boxes, bags and shakers still
Is just a crystal by itself alone.
So pure and white it stays within until
Into the mix of flavours  it is thrown.
Bright light cast from a steady source of pow’r
At its own speed will travel endlessly
To pin and point and hit the mark and scour
Dark shadows of reflection’s entropy.
So, iron, chafe and yearn – let heat arise
Defining and refining edges dulled
Creating wholly proper compromise
Conforming to a Holy proper mold
Of Father’s, once petitioned by the Son
Once sent. The Spirit’s here to make us one.
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One Cone Of Seeds
In Spiraled Rows
Leftward ~ Rightward ~ Upward ~ Downward
Possessing Uniform Genomics 

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What Can This World Afford?

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Goodbye, Old Friend


Soon And Very Soon
© Glenn Gardner 04172013

Far better that they stayed and worked so long
And carried separate torches joined as one.
Two flames as one burned bright in Word and Song
And kindled glowing hearts in lives undone
By self and shame and guilt and secrets dark.
They shared their “I would rather have Jesus”
In such a way ’twas loosed and left it’s mark
On little boys, grown men, and Empire Clubs.
Now one is gone and one is left behind.
Three scores and ten surpassed sure passed o’er snares
Amid a hard worked field white, ripe, defined,
And cross-crusaded; full of wheat and tares.
Goodbye old friend. For now we’ll watch and stay
And sing “How Great Thou Art” til Jesus’ day. 

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Hello, old friend.

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George Beverly Shea In Memoriam Website

How Great Thou Art

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In The Middle Of An End Run

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Began Well
Ends Well

In The Middle Of An End Run  
© Glenn Gardner 04152013

‘e ran, and ran, and ran, and ran. Run End.
Endorphins rush off course, and course in veins
Exploding in our spirits’ inner men,
Enveloping with dust the layered pains.
As camera captured flash runs ‘round the whirled
The “dis” enchanted stand and cheer, so far
Below those loving hands once pierced and gnarled.
Though First Responder’s towels touch our scar,
Unseated and defeated cruel deceit
May yet still stab exposed fatigued frail limbs
Of runners, trailing leaders incomplete
Who foster ever faster end-run Grimms.
An interrupted run need not hit dirt
If covert truthiness meets Truth overt.

Crunchy Credal Choice

Today is a day when my own words might fail me.
I think I’ll just muse on a couple of creeds ~

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“Creed”
~ by Steve Turner

We believe in Marx, Freud,and Darwin.
We believe everything is OK
as long as you don’t hurt anyone,
to the best of your definition of hurt,
and to the best of your knowledge.

We believe in sex before, during, and after marriage.
We believe in the therapy of sin.
We believe that adultery is fun.
We believe that sodomy is OK.
We believe that taboos are taboo.

We believe that everything is getting better
despite evidence to the contrary.
The evidence must be investigated
and you can prove anything with evidence.

We believe there’s something in
horoscopes, UFO’s, and bent spoons;
Jesus was a good man
just like Buddha, Mohammed, and ourselves.
He was a good moral teacher
although we think His good morals were bad.

We believe that all religions are basically the same,
at least the one that we read was.
They all believe in love and goodness.
They only differ on matters of
creation, sin, heaven, hell, God, and salvation.

We believe that after death comes The Nothing,
because when you ask the dead what happens, they say nothing.
If death is not the end, if the dead have lied,
then it’s compulsory heaven for all
excepting perhaps Hitler, Stalin, and Genghis Khan.

We believe in Masters and Johnson.
What’s selected is average.
What’s average is normal.
What’s normal is good.

We believe in total disarmament.
We believe there are direct links between warfare and bloodshed.
Americans should beat their guns into tractors
and the Russians would be sure to follow.

We believe that man is essentially good.
It’s only his behavior that lets him down.
This is the fault of society.
Society is the fault of conditions.
Conditions are the fault of society.

We believe that each man must find the truth that is right for him.
Reality will adapt accordingly.
The universe will readjust.
History will alter.
We believe that there is no absolute truth
excepting the truth that there is no absolute truth.

We believe in the rejection of creeds,
and the flowering of individual thought.

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“Chance” – a post-script – by Steve Turner

If chance be the Father of all flesh,
disaster is his rainbow in the sky,
and when you hear

State of Emergency!
Sniper Kills Ten!
Troops on Rampage!
Whites go Looting!
Bomb Blasts School!

It is but the sound of man worshiping his maker.

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Apostles’ Creed  

I believe in God, the Father almighty,
creator of heaven and earth.
I believe in Jesus Christ, God’s only Son, our Lord,
who was conceived by the Holy Spirit,
born of the Virgin Mary,
suffered under Pontius Pilate,
was crucified, died, and was buried;
he descended into hell.
On the third day he rose again;
he ascended into heaven,
he is seated at the right hand of the Father,
and he will come to judge the living and the dead.
I believe in the Holy Spirit,
the holy catholic Church,
the communion of saints,
the forgiveness of sins,
the resurrection of the body,
and the life everlasting. Amen.
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~ ~ ~ PS – Musing in the eye of a Twitter tornado
following the Boston Bombing
birthed a sonnet entitled
“In The Middle Of An End Run”
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In The Middle Of A Tree Stand

Were You There . . . ?
513 on the 417
Darkness Left

Darkness left bank
Middle tree stands
Piercing fading light abides

©Glenn Gardner 04102013

Dim Whitby Windows


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One year, one month ago today 
I looked
Through a clear window facing west, so said
And thought Dad’s words and things he’d penned and booked
Before a broken body was said dead.

Today I seek a caffeine rush to clear
The  darkling smokey glass  of windows blurred
By mind’s eye sleepy visions inside fear
Behind an agate eyegate cloaked and furred

Now facing east I see a rising sun
Reflected on a silicated pane
Now captured by Nokia’s lens of one
Unwired connection netted, linked,  and lain

In tangled webs of  you’re onlines so swift
Now run to tell of eyelid’s joyous lift.

©  Glenn Gardner 2013

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“This life’s dim windows of the soul
Distorts the heavens from pole to pole
And leads you to believe a lie
When you see with, not through, the eye.”
~ William Blake 1757-1827

William Blake Poet William Blake was an English poet, painter, and printmaker. Largely unrecognised during his lifetime, Blake is now considered a seminal figure in the history of the poetry and visual arts of the Romantic Age. Wikipedia Born: November 28, 1757, London Died: August 12, 1827, London Education: Royal Academy Period: Romanticism Parents: James Blake, Catherine Wright Armitage Blake

William Blake Poet William Blake was an English poet, painter, and printmaker. Largely unrecognised during his lifetime, Blake is now considered a seminal figure in the history of the poetry and visual arts of the Romantic Age.

A Bloody Striking Image

It's hard to argue with a path well chosen

It’s hard to argue
with a path well chosen

Biogenesis Word Search Game

How to play the game

  1. Find the word “animals” in the cladogram below.
  2. Start naming animals.
  3. Check to see who else is playing the game.
  4. Check to see who’s watching the game.
  5. Check to see if the game ever ends.

    First Find Animals

Genesis 2:19 (New King James Version)

19 Out of the ground
the Lord God formed every beast of the field
and every bird of the air,
and brought them to Adam
to see what he would call them.
And whatever Adam called each living creature,
that was its name. . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . and we have been naming things happily ever after.
God formed some pretty smart beasts and birds.
God  also  formed  the  REALLY SMART octopus that could transform itself.
Makes you wonder why He made the REALLY SMART octopus that could transform itself
Yet did not invite the REALLY SMART octopus
To play the name game.
Makes you wonder how well He sees Adam’s progeny playing the name game.
Listen carefully to how your fellow players play the name game.
Think carefully about why they may have played their moves in the name game.
Think VERY carefully before you suggest alternate moves.
Think VERY VERY carefully before you move.
Don’t worry over it.
Be moved by good ol’ what’s his name that designed the game.

 

Face Palm Sunday

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Let us face Palm Sunday with Joy
Let us not facepalm Sunday with Despair