5.18.2014

Six words

It is said that the shortest story ever told was 
written by the then young Ernest Hemingway, 
who said he could write a complete story in 
only six words!

His colleagues disagreed, 
and each bet $10 against the claim.

Hemingway wrote down the words on a napkin
and passed it around.

Everyone agreed that he won the bet.

Here is the shortest story ever told:

For sale. Baby shoes. Never worn.

5.11.2014

I believe…


Lord,
I will never know or understand
You or Your ways.

Your birth or death
Heaven or Grace
Miracles or exclusive love of all
And especially - Resurrection.

Instead I believe. 
As carefully as the cupbearer
That serves Your blood 
At the Sabbath sacred meal.

let it go

let it go - the
smashed word broken
open vow or
the oath cracked length
wise - let it go it
was sworn to
go

let them go - the
truthful liars and
the false fair friends
and the boths and
neithers - you must let them go they
were born
to go

let all go - the
big small middling
tall bigger really
the biggest and all
things - let all go
dear

so comes love

e.e. cummings

5.04.2014

Everything is Different Now


Peter was hurt
because of the Boss’s repeated questions.

Who could blame him?
We want to be forgiven
As quick as possible.

And Peter in a passive-aggressive manner states:
“You know what the answer is,
But I will say it again and again until You stop:
I love You.”

Then, like that day in Caesarea Philippi
The Master after hearing the answer
He was searching for
Told Peter of the path ahead.

Again with murder
and glorification.

But unlike the first time,
With his outburst and the Master’s rebuke,
Peter humbly obeys the command:
Follow Me.

Yes, Peter was born again ,
But he wasn’t born again yesterday.

Best in City

Now my ice cream truck is painted like a cheerful Panzer tank,
with a freezer full of ices and a fylfot on the flank.
And the music box is set up --hey, it's not against the law!--
to play 'Deutschland Uber Alles' after 'Turkey in the Straw'.
And although I scorn the Untermensch, the deviant, the Jew:
I tell them so politely, and I serve them ice cream too.

But so narrow-minded are they (so unethical as well!)
that they seldom come to sample the fine ice cream that I sell!
Nor even will they enter into rational debates
scheduled daily in my ice cream truck with all my skinhead mates.
So you see, it's a rankest prejudice -- as blatant as it's shitty --
that my fine all-natural ice cream has not yet won "Best In City".


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