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The New Year

17 Wednesday Jan 2024

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It’s nothing but a blip on a Roman
calendar, but the sun factually has
seen us circle it complete;

Boys become men, girls women
but not until they realize that to
go forward, back is neat!

Live a whole life toward that sun
we encircle, warming ourselves on
the thought of love…

Not late night and drunk escapades,
I’m speaking of first crushes, first
kisses and the first hug;

Mom was there or not, Dad a great
example or not, but we drive our
lives towards the path—

The one that never tires of that going
back, becoming not old but young
again with altered math!

We can rise only when we fall! We grow
tall only when we respect the small!
That youth inside…

It’s the only way we grow alive… “Be
as these little ones” to go to heaven,
folks, it’s peace of mind!

As that ball drops, another year, play
Mendelssohn’s Octet in E, climb the
mountain that repeats…

Visit Fingal’s Cave, watch the waves
crash, 1, 2, 3… Us around the sun… Never
give up, not here, not there, be of
childhood cheer!! Happy New Year…

Los 25 Mandamientos de Jesucristo

30 Saturday Sep 2023

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  1. Arrepiéntanse: porque el reino de los cielos está cerca.
  1. Así brille su luz delante de los hombres.
  1. Reconcíliate primero con tu hermano, y luego ve y ofrece tu ofrenda.
  1. Resuelve asuntos en el camino a los tribunales.
  1. Cualquier cosa que te haga pecar, córtala.
  1. No jures por nada en absoluto, sino que tu sí sea sí, tu no, no.
  1. Poner la otra mejilla al mal.
  1. Ama y ora por tus enemigos.
  1. Sé perfecto, como nuestro Padre que está en el cielo es perfecto.
  1. Haz el bien, ora y ayuna en privado.
  1. Ora, pues, con El Padre Nuestro:
  1. No hagas tesoros en la tierra.
  1. Elige lo que amas, Dios o dinero.
  1. No te preocupes por tu vida.
  1. Busca primero el reino de Dios y su justicia.
  1. No te preocupes por el mañana.
  1. No juzgues, para que no seas juzgado.
  1. No eches tus perlas delante de los cerdos.
  1. Pide y recibe; busca y encuentra.
  1. Haz con los demás lo que te gustaría que te hicieran a ti.
  1. Entra por la puerta estrecha.
  1. Cuidado con los falsos profetas.
  1. Que los muertos entierren a sus propios muertos.
  1. Sé prudente como serpiente y suave como paloma.
  1. Cuidado con los hombres.

[i] (Mat 4:17)

[ii] (Mat 5:16)

[iii] (Mat 5:24)

[iv] (Mat 5:25)

[v] (Mat 5:29-30)

[vi] (Mat 5:34-7)

[vii] (Mat 5:38-42)

[viii] (Mat 5:44-5)

[ix] (Mat 5:48)

[x] (Mat 6:1-6, NKJV)

(Mat 6:17-18)

[xi] (Mat 6:9-13)

[xii] (Mat 6:19-21)

[xiii] (Mat 6:24)

[xiv] (Mat 6:25)

[xv] (Mat 6:25)

[xvi] (Mat 6:34)

[xvii] (Mat 7:1-2)

[xviii] (Mat 7:6)

[xix] (Mat 7:7-8)

[xx] (Mat, 7:12)

[xxi] (Mat 7:13-14)

[xxii] (Mat 7:15-16)

[xxiii] (Mat 8:22)

[xxiv] (Matt 10:16)

[xxv] (Matt 10:17)

The 27 Commandments of Jesus Christ

19 Saturday Aug 2023

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1. Repent: for the kingdom of heaven is at hand.

2. Let your light so shine before men.

3. First be reconciled to your brother, then come and offer your gift.

4. Resolve matters on the way to court.

5. Whatever causes you to sin, cut it off.

6. Do not swear by anything, but let your yes be yes, your no, no.

7. Turn the other cheek to evil.

8. Love and pray for your enemies.

9. Be perfect, as your Father in heaven is perfect.

10. Do good, pray and fast privately.

11. In this manner, therefore, pray:

Our Father who art in heaven,
Hallowed be Thy name.
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done
On earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
As we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil.
Amen.

12. Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth.

13. Choose your master, God or mammon.

14. Do not worry about your life.

15. Seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness.

16. Do not worry about tomorrow.

17. Judge not, lest ye be judged.

18. Cast not your pearls before swine.

19. Ask and receive; seek and find.

20. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.

21. Enter by the narrow gate.

22. Beware of false prophets.

23. Let the dead bury their own dead.

24. Be wise like the serpent and soft like the dove.

25. Beware of men.

26. Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.

27. Love thy neighbor as thyself.

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[i] (Matt 4:17, NKJV)

[ii] (Matt 5:16, NKJV)

[iii] (Matt 5:24, NKJV)

[iv] (Matt 5:25, NKJV)

[v] (Matt 5:29-30, NKJV)

[vi] (Matt 5:34-7, NKJV)

[vii] (Matt 5:38-42, NKJV)

[viii] (Matt 5:44-5, NKJV)

[ix] (Matt 5:48, NKJV)

[x] (Matt 6:1-6, NKJV)

(Matt 6:17-18, NKJV)

[xi] (Matt 6:9-13, KJV)

[xii] (Matt 6:19-21, NKJV)

[xiii] (Matt 6:24, NKJV)

[xiv] (Matt 6:25, NKJV)

[xv] (Matt 6:33, NKJV)

[xvi] (Matt 6:34, NKJV)

[xvii] (Matt 7:1-2, NKJV)

[xviii] (Matt 7:6, NKJV)

[xix] (Matt 7:7-8, NKJV)

[xx] (Matt, 7:12, NKJV)

[xxi] (Matt 7:13-14, NKJV)

[xxii] (Matt 7:15-16, NKJV)

[xxiii] (Matt 8:22, NKJV)

[xxiv] (Matt 10:16, NKJV)

[xxv] (Matt 10:17, NKJV)

26 – Matt 22:37

27 – Matt 22:39

One Man

04 Thursday Nov 2021

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He had lost half his nose,
the right side of his face
marred by the streets.

His eye on that side
bloodshot.  Barely here,
laid out across a driveway—

Concrete and asphalt his
best friends, along with
the devil alcohol…

Near naked, shoeless,
writhing on the ground for
traffic to finish off,

I asked him if he needed
help… He groggily said “yes,”
I called 911, waited, then

watched as paramedics
kindly carted him away for
a short or final rest, who

can say?  He was not really
another man, he was me.

He was a man, like me.  He
could have been me, a
long-lost brother.

He bled red like me, a thin
line of it glowing where his
nose used to be whole.

A red eye like mine, skin
and sweat… Was he ever in
a sandbox at school?

Branded homeless by the suits,
a “problem” by them and
others, when really…

He’s just a man like you
with a disease.  One man,
barely breathing, hoping

for something good, some
moment of light before
the end to signify forever.

We are here, equal.  None
better than another.  This
man was me.  You…

Our job to love him as
we love ourselves, remember?

Love Your Enemy

05 Thursday Dec 2019

Posted by in Gospel, Mexico, Poem, Poems, Poetic Blog, Poetry, San Miguel de Allende

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There’s talk of gang activity
in San Miguel de Allende
tempting many to fear, worry
or be angry.

Love your enemy.

They set up, they say, as if
evil is organized and linear—
threatening and killing shop
owners here.

Love your enemy.

People are people, somos
igual; gang members, white,
black, red, brown, purple,
policemen…

Love your enemy.

There’s an answer to all
strife, all hands seeking pay
or games with bedeviling drugs,
violence all—

Love your enemy.

Only God is Good

17 Monday Sep 2018

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We deify ourselves, to our
own detriment.  We throw the
ship off balance, forget our
place, and suddenly we imagine
we did this and created it all.

So we register, buy a car, sign
on with a “doctor” and do what
everybody else seems to be doing.

The goal to live a long time, right?

Only God is good, taught a rebellious
rabbi from Nazareth, and for those
who do not believe in God?  Find
a dictionary, or look at Google.com,
some place online, type in the letters,
G-o-d, and see the concept defined.

God exists.

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Next, break away from all
convention, and all things you do
and have done because other
people said it was good.

Ads on TV splashing a flammable
liquid around in fancy glasses
and bars, telling you it’s great
to drink!

That man or woman in a white
coat telling you you have a grave
disease that requires much care,
stated with assurance and high
education, Latin terms and bull.

When was your last hike in nature?
When did you last discard your
wardrobe, walk naked in the
sun, feet on earth, taking in
the Great Spirit, a song in birds
sung, the click click of a squirrel
being chased by another squirrel,
the deer waiting for quiet to speak,
soft tracks by the creek? Jump in
it’s wet, cleansing and a reminder

we created nothing.

Only God is good, look it up—
I didn’t say it first, say it now,
not last, aware I prayed to God
for poetry and got it from my dreams,
prayed for a sense of humor,
and got it right away in a car burning
earth as it rained sunshine, cooler
than it seems.

Family Are Those

19 Sunday Aug 2018

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Poor we find our true road,
born that, hand out from the start
yet no one criticizes babies for
being deadbeats.

Our blood lets us down, some
confused into thinking if I can
just make this biological clique
happy, impress this fifteen or so
people, this nuclear blah blah,

until you set out on your own,
having found God you say to them
“Nah, nah,” and you build friendships,
look up in a good book to see that
a rebellious rabbi once said,

“Family are those who do the will
of God.”

Those who are nice to you,
those who consider your feelings,
are open and loving with you—

your family, nothing to do with
sharing blood or genes, DNA or
the time of day,

We divorce ourselves from the clique,
say hello to the broad highway
to heaven, come with me—

Let’s walk it.

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Poor we find our true road,
born that, hand out from the start
yet no one criticizes babies for
being deadbeats.

As children we enter heaven, not
as old, complaining adults.

Give to God your life that was never
really yours, and fear not.

Not death, not failure, not truth,
not lies, not the whip, not the cold,
not bitterness, not growing old.

Be the family you want to have
and get married.

To whatever you want to be, be
true, rest and see, relax and know
you never lost by not having a perfect
home, all redeemable on the road
to what you gloriously reap when
properly sowed.

Love

Get the Log Out

11 Monday Jun 2018

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“War is conducted like a funeral.
When many people are being killed,
They should be mourned in heartfelt
sorrow. That is why a victory must be
observed like a funeral.”
—Lao Tzu

It’s a tempting thing, to
criticize and judge everybody
else’s Tao Te Ching;

their way and truth, the what
they said and what they do.

“They need to de-nuclearize”
from a country with thousands
of nukes.

“Those MS-13 animals,” from
a country whose CIA backed the
murderers of El Salvador’s
Archbishop Oscar Romero.

We, the United States of
America, have a large log in
our eye, blinding us as we
seek to remove your splinter;

again and again we throw
weight around making noise,
as the old world shakes its head.

We “won” wars, which is
impossible, and ever since, have
thought ourselves great.

Wars are a necessary evil at best,
and should never be boasted
about—

Lao Tzu’s got a feel for that,
Jesus of Nazareth six hundred
years later with words from God

to keep us happily, humbly
separated.

Babel being built in every
modern city until the next
mass shooting tragedy, God
still picking targets with the
help of hell’s favorite angel;

“From there the LORD scattered
them over the face of the whole
earth.”

“I’m not good.  Only God is
good.”

“You cannot change the world.
It cannot be done!!”

But still we try, and we try,
which is why the United States
government often pulls splinters
out of the world, while failing
to remove the log from our
own eye.

Wise and Soft

31 Thursday May 2018

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Sol’ asked for wisdom,
a wise move that turned out
well for him.

True wisdom comes from
beyond our first thoughts.

Some use prayer, some meditation,
some plant seeds, watch them
fight to fruition.

The song is sung, the praise made,
the bed is prepared, and we
reap the sown—

planting full of unknowns, our
efforts and work sometimes
with reward.

At others, we get the lesson of
the storm, the locusts come,
the drought,

the blight of uncertainty leading
to the glory of overcome obstacles
in eternity;

songs sung, the battle won, we step
up to ask, then receive the gift
of another day,

a chance to rise above the fray,
take a back seat to all that’s grey,
songs sung,

glorifying the altar that is on the hill,
waterfalls heard by standing still.

Wise like the serpent, soft like the
dove, we ask for Sol’s blessing,
the ancestors—

imperfect and sweet, like us,
somewhere between rainbow and
geese, songs sung

so we can look back, say
“We won.”

We did it, Longfellow’s hero in
the strife, heroes by trying hard,
and living life.

The Search for Reason

31 Thursday May 2018

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Sometimes the closer you
delve—the farther you are from
the truth.

You must back up to see the forest
from the trees, they say, each
cliché with

elements of truth, so repeated
until there’s a catch—maybe
something

to be used or useful to people.

Often I get upset about what
someone does or says, then
investigate

into a black hole of unknowns;
so much so I start to think that
what could

be going on is above my paygrade,
like a deep problem in the person,
like alcoholism,

day drinking and depression. If
such a thing is going on, you
are liable

to get caught in bigger problems
than you bargained for, you keep
searching

and wind up in a haze of powers
bigger than yourself that have nothing
to do with you.

Approach life and its relationships,
even quick interactions, with small,
light,

gentle intentions.  “Be as this little
child” to get to heaven, said a wise
rabbi once.

Be small.  Be as the child.  Smile,
and never harbor grudges, deep or
dark adult

feelings, knowledge of the apple
eaten bearing its bad fruit—

don’t let it fester, do what the toddler
does, and smile.