Thursday, May 14, 2015

Politics as Industry

Father-in-heaven...

Politics has become a growth industry in America, this is a problem; too much ambition and too little service. It didn't start this way. The noble has become contemptible.

Regardless of party affiliation, the pursuit of power, wealth, celebrity too, has become the focus of many elected to serve "the people" in Washington. The office of The President, Congress--public service has been sullied by gridlock, the "love of money", sexual scandal, graft and abuse of privilege.

I pray this election cycle breaks toward leaders willing to make tough decisions, without regard for how those decisions poll: that, will be patriotism.

...Deliver us from Evil.


bN tGit

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

It's Enough

Difficult days.
News?  Not; other portals.
Too many dissonant voices; foul.

His Grace. Redemption.
His promise.  Hope.

His character. Strength.

He is able.
I am His.
It's enough.

bN

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Irish Eyes

Red hair, hazel eyes
Bright with life,
mischief, delight.

Red hair, hazel eyes
dimmed by rebellion
discipline too harsh.

Red hair, hazel eyes
filled with sorrow;
bad decisions,
heartbreak the consequence.

Red hair, hazel eyes
swept by strength;
refuse the victim
children her focus.


Red hair, hazel eyes
glimmer fades;
live with regret,
press on; what waits?

Red hair, hazel eyes
determined, hard;
give up?  Refuse.

Red hair, hazel eyes
weary, worn;
too many
bad days lonelyy nights,
dreams dashed.

Red hair, hazel eyes
ablaze with light,
smile restored;
happiness,
an island found.


Red hair, hazel eyes
weak with disease,
filled with fear,
questions;
needing peace
wanting rest.

Red hair, hazel eyes
closed too soon;
hope a reality,
mountains our reminder,
eternity her destiny.

Red hair, hazel eyes
a memory now;
children her legacy,
Peaceful rest.
Irish eyes are smiling.
Mother--beloved, missed.


bN tGit