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The pathway to Knowledge is paved with Love. The measure of distance is unusually incomprehensible. The vision of Destiny is absolutely unfathomable. That Faith is required begs the question.

IN SEARCH OF LEADERSHIP. Once an essay – now a love story

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LOVE ON A HIGH WIRE

It is impossible as head-nodders for us to learn the true subject of our gossip.

But chatter we do,
nod we do,
smile and frown and clap we do…

like starlings at early dawn,
we protest, quarrel and yawn.

We flap, we rustle, we cling together and rise afeather…
seeking the leader
whose silent tether

greets the grey of gloomy,
now gone.

As sundown teases, murmeration ceases;  with one last rustle, we rhyme with the rhythm of bilowing blather,
our restlessness astir
as darkness overcomes.

Tomorrow we rise a-more
and like dawnings come before…

we’ll dismount from our roosts, our heads awaggle,we’ll gossip and gaggle; we’ll harp – we will haggle

And as the bloated carcasses of our forgotten comrades add nourishment to the earth, one or two will ask “do you remember whatshisname?”.

“Oh yes” we reply, “he had so many strange, new ideas”.

And with heads abob we bestow our final, limited approval in measured doses…

and our world nods approval to the brief observance of continuity,
forgetting yet
another
Love Story.

 


Lee Broom

 

 

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STOP LOOK LISTEN

 

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(This article was first posted on my marketing blog, NinetyDayWonder on Friday, November 14, 2013. At the end of the article was a message which promised “More tomorrow.”  On November 15, 2013 I was on my way to The Gallery at City Hall. As I neared my destination I STOPPED at a stop sign. I LOOKED both ways and I LISTENED to my inner voice telling me the coast was clear. I nearly lost my life in the middle of that intersection as I was struck by a lime green taxi. I was charged with failure to yield the right of way. I defended that charge and lost. )

When we discover that something we are doing is creating problems, the first inclination is to stop what we are doing. Perhaps that is a good idea; perhaps not.

The important thing to remember is that whatever it is that we believe is creating problems exists because it is overcoming problems. When we stop doing this thing, the good stops along with the bad.

If stopping is our choice, let that choice be momentary. And, let the purpose of that choice be to gather information.

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THE HITCH-HIKER

A SOLUTION FOR FINDING LOST STUFF

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A SOLUTION FOR FINDING LOST STUFF

 

When you pray, whaddaya pray for?

Me? I’m an atheist.

Cool. So whaddaya pray for?

I told you; I’m an atheist.

Okay by me. So, whadaya pray for?

I give up. What do YOU pray for?

I ask for help in locating stuff that I’ve mislaid.

Really? Like what, for instance?

My cell phone for one thing. I lose it frequently.

Yeah? What else?

I lose my glasses a lot.

Anything else?

Umhmm; I pray for mislaid qualities like courage, honesty, acceptance; that sorta thing.

You do, huh? Who do you pray to? What do you call this God of yours?

Father.

Suit yourself. I’m still an atheist.

Really? Why?

Why? Because there is no evidence of A God anywhere.

Would you like me to pray for some evidence for you?

Do what you like.

I just did.

You just now prayed for evidence for me? What did this God of yours say.

He asked me to invite you to call anytime. He said He’s not going anywhere.

Father, huh?

Father.

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THE ROCK

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“I am a rock.”    Paul Simon.”

Imagine a rock, a mountainous boulder hurtling through space. Such a crumb of infinity would, if endowed with minimal intelligence, repeat over and over “I am a rock, seeking my destiny, piercing the void at the fastest possible speed, deviating from my path, never at all. I will continue on this perfectly straight, flawlessly, narrow course until I reach my-as yet unknown goal.”

This narcissistic traveler would have no information available to aid it in the discovery that it had, trillions of years earlier, fallen into the gravitational control of an immeasurably vast ball of gas which would someday burn itself into ultimate darkness taking with it this orbiting rock-o-naut and all other space crumbs within orbiting range.

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