Recollect?
I really do like being able to write.
Silently fighting a damn good fight.
Leaving it up to you to decide.
Those who choose to,
Keep Hanging on for The Ride.
Are we there yet? Are we there yet?
Are we there yet?
Some things,
Are Well Worth Remembering.
Some things, are best to forget.
Life is an Un-solved Mystery,
Never knowing what to expect?
Like, Pieces of History,
We keep and collect,
That have their fair Share,
Of Side Effects.
Like, Mistakes we once made,
That we’ll always regret.
Or the damage done that comes from,
The Years of Neglect.
Like, the things that to this day,
You refuse to accept.
Like, the fact that life’s a gift,
That you consider a debt.
If that’s how it is,
Then answer me this,
Are We Having Fun Yet?
The things we Recollect…
You’ve heard of the term,
“Garbage in – Garbage out”
Speaking the Truth,
To remove all doubt…
Some things, are just not worth,
Worrying About…
And some things,
You’re just better off without.
“Why did this have to happen?”
Is the Eternal Unanswered Question.
Try to find Satisfaction,
From Life’s Surprises,
Adventures and Lessons.
You take the good with the bad,
And you keep on smiling.
This too shall pass in a little while.
Everything eventually,
Goes out of style.
Another minute living in it’s,
Just another mile.
Every experience,
Has a time and a season.
Have fun trying to find,
The Rhyme and the Reason.
Every Small Victory,
Or Minor Achievement,
Had a reason why it had to happen…
The Parable of the55 Gallon Drum
You start with a 55 Gallon Drum,
Containing,
Information Accumulation.
Two holes on top,
One’s for what we take in.
The others for what,
Comes out in the end.
A lot of its toxic,
Dangerous stuff,
Tainted with hatred,
And lacking in Love.
Now take yourself,
A garden hose.
And insert it into,
The take it in hole.
You turn on the water,
And just let it run,
And run,
And run,
And run,
And run,
And it cleans out,
The black stuff,
Contained in the drum.
Give it some time,
And eventually.
Nothing but,
Clean fresh clear water,
Flows Free.
This earthly story,
With a heavenly meaning’s,
A moral that’s taught,
Metaphorically speaking.
The drum represents,
The total sum,
Of the things that have made us,
What we have become.
The contents,
Are not hard to understand.
They’re the things,
That come out of,
The heart of a man.
The garden hose,
And the water that flows,
Is God’s Holy Word,
Which cleanses the soul.
The more that you read,
You search and you seek,
Eventually comes out,
In the words that you speak.
This parable’s written,
With the Wisdom that comes,
From a water filled,
55 Gallon Drum.