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Perusing a blog on liberalism versus conservatism was quite interesting this morning. One of the comments was on so called Liberal tollerance and conservative censorship. There was another comment talking about grace and kindness mixed with policy. Scripture tells us not to give unwillingly or under compulsion for God loves a cheerful giver. Redistribution since it is forced and not out of love is not a Christian tenet but that of another religion, a religion of the state.
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In discussion today about the power of the president in the US. Some fellow coworkers were lamenting the lack of power the president has for good. It made me wonder if they realize how blessed we are that we have governments limited by the principles of our fathers. Considering how much the current administration has been able to do against the will of the people this seems to be fairly obvious even if one agreed with his agenda.

Connected
Youtube and facebook-
The new internet tv.
We are too connected
I think you’d agree

Those little conveniences
For which coworkers call
Nuisances to those off-
Who can’t escape them all

Those irksome questions
Time used to dissipate
Our bosses converge
Our juniors irritate

Wounded Tiger
Down on the ground-
Behind bars of a cage
Poor little animal,
Oh so full of rage.
Wounded tiger
Watch out for her-
She has not changed.
Stripes still beguile,
Her Heart is still base.
Wounded tiger
Poor little tiger-
Limping and quiet.
One paw is broken,
Can she still strike?
Wounded tiger
Poor misguided victim-
Torn all to shreds.
Pity for a monster-
Replaced founded dread.
Wounded tiger
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Heat
The face in the fire-
Friends of the past.
An unbroken spirit,
A withering blast.

Turn up the heat-
Or get out of the oven.
What are the rules-
By which we are governed?

The smoke curls high-
Is the silver quite pure?
The smoke rises-
The pictures a blur .

Fanatics View
What is a fanatic
But one who is sure
What is devotion
But one that is pure
What is desire
But a consuming passion
Fanatic

What is a warrior
But one disciplined
What is a master
But wants not all of men
What is laser like focus
Bust trust and surrender
Fanatic

What is ones purpose
If not to compete
With many mistresses
None are complete
What is Love
No looking back
Fanatic

Turbulent waters
Turbulent waters
A Tropical breeze
Sweet scented flowers
A chilling North East

Winds untamed fury
The rushing of streams
The deeps gentle caress
The swaying of trees

Turbulent waters
Wild, tame, or free
The skies many woders
And the kiss of the seas

What men call peace
Two tiny hills stand there by the lake
Two flowing rivers pass in their wake
The blue sky above and meadows beneath
A picture unbroken of what men call peace

What men call peace is no illusion
Yet is only reached -beyond the confusion
The water it rushes, and green grass sways
The waters of rivers, and trees glowing shade

Then in the city a sleeping babes crib
Unaware of the noise all around him
This gentle spirit- quiet and secure
He rests in a love of which he is sure

The night the angels cried
The light was dim
The screech was heard
A child was lost
A mother cursed
The night the angels cried

God was blamed but he was there
He was the one- in soft nights air
Though He was cast aside-
He was blameless in this affair
The night the Angels cried

A lost child and sight thus taken,
Would you have stood unshaken?
When demons laughed
And a mother wakened
The night the angels cried
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Never explain yourself. Your friends don’t need it and your enemies won’t believe it.~~Belgicia Howell

Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.~~Robert Louis Stevenson

Not all who wander are lost.~~J.R.R. Tolkien

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