Would that I meet another day...

if world be ready for its ends.

Will I pretend against

(as passed and passing sins have shown)

how little time remains for play?

Will I obey command to love

with all of heart and mind and soul

the one true God,

and neighbor like to self?

Or dance at odds,

with pride alone as holding-stake,

forsaking warnings uttered clear

through holy Word or witness dear besides?

Why hide, like Eden’s sinners old,

each moment rotted loose from truest Vine?

His Will be mine, I plead,

and plead again,

while breath remains to meet the dawn.

No one believes...

but I’m familiar with

discrimination’s

ashy waste.

I taste it every time

my tongue delivers

words I wish I hadn’t

said. Instead of

fessing up and changing,

maybe rearranging

words too quick

to fly the coop,

I choose to stoop,

on sinner’s knees

to please the One

who shows the way.

While hay and wattle

fill the craw; for

every wood-block

sidling jaw

I’m well aware

of faults laid

bare to bake.

A different take

perhaps, than

numbered crowds

adore. But so much

more within my

feeble power

to pray upon.

I’ll take the

scorn you cannot

hide to crush

my ever present

pride for heaven’s

benefit alone.

If this be stone

of condemnation,

feeding common

man’s frustration

mark me peasant,

mark me lover of

the cross.

Then crucify away.

Came in like a lamb -

this month number three,

sunshine and mildness

encouraging glee.

Though Spring 'round the corner

finds snow at the thaw;

this folklore might cause some

conclusions to draw.

Some fond little voices

(the adage-ing kind)

say that's only half

of this "weather remind".

(if) "In like a lion"

brings "out like a lamb"

then current mild weather

flips month end to jamb

a roaring out-going

to balance today.

Things could get exciting.

What do you say?

Until this morning, I thought 'vilify' had two ll's.

Which started me pondering...how important is correct spelling when it comes to writing?

I've seen a meme come across my FB feed once or twice where some of the vowels/consonants are replaced with other letters. The picture, if you can read and understand it, makes the point that our brains can identify words correctly (and thus be able to communicate adequately) even when some of the letters are different than the standard dictionary spelling.

--Does it bother YOU when you see misspelled words in things you read?

--Is correct spelling only important in some contexts and not others?

--Do you try to improve your spelling abilities?

--How does it make you feel when someone corrects your writing (hopefully charitably)?

These letters that we mix around

to fashion words which foster sound?

Well-ordered need or merely close?

Which leads to understanding most?

Do you get miffed when (more or less)

mistakes abound? Does grammar stress

arrive, until you feel compelled

to correct those who have misspelled?

Your thoughts I'll not treat spurious.

Please share below. I'm curious.

Aloud and full commanding came the plea

to right the wrongs which passing days allowed,

and any who would not attend the crowd

deemed obstinate, with fervent pitch decree.

To change would serve ill omen, to the free.

To stay the same must never be allowed!

So rough and deep division lines get plowed

(obscuring path of compromise to see).

What then will come if one or other crowned

as victor? Methods meant to halt the kill?

Will heaven look with favor on the deed?

Or might, despite some best attempts to drown

out sorrow’s pool (of which we’ve had our fill)

the curse continue, while the blameless bleed?

Rarely raging

Happily heard

Youngish-yet aging

Merely demurred

Insolence idled

Sympathy spared

Targeted, titled

Selflessly shared

Timely days

to mark away the

fears and jeers of

all we fail to be.

Instead to see

renewal strong,

with purpose

long-supposed

to glory Him

who calls.

Decreeing

falls forgotten;

freedom follows.

Path lays joined;

living what was

made to be at

Eden's dawn.

No pawn, but

child of God.

Prod of conscience,

pricked desire

for greater than

what earth lays bare.

Dare, in dying,

yet to live;

give away your

gifts as they were

given...

free...

to be...

brightest by

the light of

Morning Star.

I imagine...

idle instances,

(involving individual

idiosyncrasies), inciting

inflammatory indulgences in

increasingly impulsive ignoramuses

(including indolent idolatry). Is it illusory?

Immediate inquiry is inconclusive.

Does it feel weird to sport a beard?

I’ve wondered once or twice.

Some men I know just let it grow

regardless of the price.

It could mean kissing that they’re missing

for their lady’s ease.

But then again, there are some men

whose whiskers sweetly tease.

Does ‘grooming face’ create a space

testosterone enhanced?

When one is happy with his look

does this increase romance?

It’s really neither here nor there,

this left-field query spent.

I guess to know how these things go,

I’d have to be a gent.

How about it gentlemen? With or without beards - why did you make the choice you did?

'From sea to shining sea' they sing

while I, midway between the edges

laced with waters' ebb and flow

know only miles of prairie. Grasses,

waved in wondrous motions too,

for miles and miles this mass of

golden meets the wilding winds.

I can not sink beneath its depth

nor see its shores - but oh, it carries

me, the same - away and back again.

It soothes my soul with what can be

and loses me in all that waits beyond.