Not all appetites are created equal
Metabolisms
are unique.
So it’s not fair
to say I sneak.
Three squares a day.
Who says?
Not me.
I have a graze anatomy.
I have this need
to snack and munch
by 10 or so
and after lunch.
And then come 3
or maybe 4,
I have the urge
to eat some more.
But do not think
I’ve lost control
I only eat till
I feel full.
My meals are many
but they’re small.
And so I don’t
gain weight at all.
So please don’t judge
my feeding craze.
While some pig out,
like cows I graze.
Remembering a Religious Icon
The Moral Majority all agree.
Jerry Falwell did well
but died too soon.
His fruitful life will continue to speak
though his silenced lips cannot.
From Thomas Road to Liberty,
this Baptist preacher helped us see
how true devotion to a cause
can reap big dividends.
He grew a church and college too
and then before Jim Bakker knew,
this Lynchburg televangelist
would rescue PTL.
His right-wing stance left some irate.
Sometimes his judgments (like his weight)
seemed way too heavy and unsafe.
He could be arrogant.
But far more good than ill was done
to help Christ’s Kingdom fully come.
He had his faults, but don’t we all.
In stumbling, he fell well.
The right has lost an advocate
who could be quite articulate.
But our entire country grieves.
A patriot has died.
Heralding one mother’s regal worth
She gave me birth, a sense of worth
and the name by which I’m known.
My mother tucked me in at night
so I was not alone.
She helped me walk, taught me to talk
and she dabbed my tearstained face.
My mother’s love that would not quit
prepared me for God’s grace.
She let me go so I could grow
into all that I’ve become.
And on my own I realized
who I’d descended from.
My father’s wife who gave me life
is far more than I first thought.
She’s worth far more than all I own,
too priceless to be bought.
Without much rest, she did her best.
At long last I came to see
that it was not a piece of cake
to raise a child like me.
So on this day when children say
just how much their mothers mean,
“Hear ye, hear ye, my mom’s the best.
Her Majesty’s my Queen.”
What’s left after the Christian Right prays?
May’s first Thursday marks the day
when those inclined take time to pray.
While millions do, far more do not
insisting it’s just hype.
“Come on. Get real. A day of prayer?
To live “In God We Trust” is rare.
There is no trust in Washington
and truth is up for grabs.”
I hear the cynics in my head.
“If God once lived, He now is dead.
No wonder kids are killed at school
and homelessness won’t die.”
They’re also dazed by what they see.
A camouflaged hypocrisy
where those who claim to speak for God
talk love but walk in hate.
No wonder critics just don’t care
about a yearly day of prayer.
And knowing that they feel that way,
we can’t just pray but act.
So help me, God. Cause what I do
to challenge what some think of You.
May they in time deny their doubts
and claim You’re in control.
Lessons from a less-than smart Alec
That Alec Baldwin cell phone rant
is shameful proof that parents can’t
abuse a child with their words
and think “No harm, no foul!”
Our children are not human pigs.
They are not goats (though they are kids).
And while they can be quite strong-willed,
they’re worthy of our love.
Yes, sticks and stones can break our bones,
but ugly words inside our homes
can bruise the beauty of a child
and injure them for life.
You’d best be careful what you say.
Unguarded words can make you pay.
A temper tantrum on the phone
robbed Alec of his rights.
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