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Knowledge is the treasure of a wise man.
Passion is the mob of the man, that commits a riot upon his reason.

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Knowledge is the treasure of a wise man.
Passion is the mob of the man, that commits a riot upon his reason.
Gleaned from some recent entries in my journal, this poem serves as a reflection of life as seen through many of the blog posts which I have recently read.

Our lost, troubled world
Rocked by oppression
Arriving overhead
Dark skies ask questions
God’s living Word shouts
Straighten our actions
Fueling empty faith
Healing infractions
Our Father shares His peace
Do you now feel it?
Discouraged hearts climb
Do you now see it?
From lofty heavens
God’s work perseveres
Lasting hope dries up
Years of tear-filled fears
Reminded daily
Our Lord’s grace-filled truth
His presence proclaims
Lasting light of truth
Navigating storms
Embracing His hope
Never stop dreaming
Through God’s telescope


The first and worst of all frauds is to cheat one’s self.
From Proverbs 19:8: “To get wisdom is to love oneself; to keep understanding is to prosper.”
Overwhelmed
Life’s pace
Quickens and races
Time to reorder life’s
Priorities

Lurking
Anxiety, fear
Future clouded over
What will tomorrow bring?
Hope

Morning
With coffee
Calm, instrumental music
Preparing for another day
Ready

The German-inspired poetry style of Elfchen (or Elevenie) contains five lines of poetic verse, usually without the use of rhyming verses. A total of 11 words are used with a sequence of one, two, three, and four words before ending with a single word in the final verse.

Humor can be one of our best survival tools.
Humor does not diminish the pain–it makes the space around it get bigger.
This poem was inspired by Lisa’s post where she shares a series of brilliant and encouraging quotes about friendship. Take a moment and visit her post at The Road Back to Life.

Destiny unites true friends
Transforming life with its spark
Sincere friendship fills two hearts
Never alone in the dark
Never take friends for granted
Honesty, laughter, and tears
Staying connected insures
Treasures shared over the years
Sharing life’s pain, healing wounds
Long-lasting friendship endures
Glue holding life together
Truly caring, reassures
Always count on each other
Offering silent support
“Forever minutes” share love
Caring never falling short
Life travels through forest trails
Friends together, all these years
Brings us home through darkest times
Greatest love when friendship cheers

From Proverbs 18:24: “Some friends play at friendship but a true friend sticks closer than one’s nearest kin.”

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Politicians are like ships: nosiest when lost in a fog.
Oratory is the art of making a loud noise sound like a deep thought.
Blazing summer heat
Laboring against the clock—
Melting ice cream cone

New day beginning
Morning coffee aroma—
Good to the next cup

Internet gateway
Needing a secure password—
How does p@$$word sound?


Touch the heart, teach the mind.
The world is the true classroom. The most rewarding and important type of learning is through experience, seeing something with our own eyes.
I must admit that I have been feeling a bit homesick in thinking of my native state of Montana, where much of my family still lives. This poem and photographs share some past memories of experiencing these awesome wonders of the Big Sky state, and I look forward to visiting when Covid-19 finally takes a backseat.

Dreaming often of Montana’s Big Sky
Feeling more like an eagle, flying high
Revisiting wide open eastern plains
Watching combines harvesting ripened grains
Driving switchbacks on the Beartooth Highway
Topping amazing heights, wishing to stay
Floating the Yellowstone, like yesterday
Spending time with old friends, lasting all day
Scaling Baldy Mountain, there’s just one goal
Reaching the “M” without taking a roll
Fishing the scenic Madison once more
Joining Herb and his grandson, trout in store
Exploring limestone caverns underground
Enjoying mysteries, yet to be found
Walking the Bear Paw Mountains near Chinook
Learning Nez Perce history, without books
Motoring down the “Going to the Sun”
Chasing this highway to the setting sun
Flying over this amazing “Last Best Place”
Returning soon for another sweet taste
