Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Flight to Indy
Semi-granola girl at Logan airport, watching something on her mac laptop through Bose headphones
Posted straight from my phone with Nakama.
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Sunday, October 15, 2006
C.F. Martin Factory
The new museum building at Martin Guitar Factory built to look like the old brick factory.
Posted straight from my phone with Nakama. Click to see more.
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Visit to C.F. Martin
Big hotel room Easton Pa, 5 miles to Nazarath. Taking in my 73 Martin in morning!
Posted straight from my phone with Nakama. Click to see more.
Another road trip
Another long road trip, down state. View from 84 rest area
Posted straight from my phone with Nakama. Click to see more.
Silent - 2AM 10/12/06
Silent the voice
that ever once loved you.
Careless the heart
that ever once tried to.
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Words.. Just words.
And not about you.
My eyes still see the beauty of each day.
My spirit still soars
as I view the Master's hand all around me; when ever, where
ever I am.
Yet,
it is the curse of the Gemini,
this poet's heart & soul.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Meredith - 9/6/06
This is going to be tough,
already is tough.
And I feel guilty, responsible, somehow.
My bad choices affecting the lives of loved ones.
God's wrath.
Although that puts rather more importance on me than is deserved.
I am just a nothing, like all of us:
loved by Christ, but no real part in any grand scheme.
Love thy neighbor, feed my sheep -
the one great commandment & the grand commission.
A tool where you find yourself,
but placed there by God?
I've always thought so, prevenient grace and all,
but others argue "No, just one in a multitude & if not you, then the next fellow."
And yet, among the living, life goes on.
Diminished by each passing, or so I feel today.
already is tough.
And I feel guilty, responsible, somehow.
My bad choices affecting the lives of loved ones.
God's wrath.
Although that puts rather more importance on me than is deserved.
I am just a nothing, like all of us:
loved by Christ, but no real part in any grand scheme.
Love thy neighbor, feed my sheep -
the one great commandment & the grand commission.
A tool where you find yourself,
but placed there by God?
I've always thought so, prevenient grace and all,
but others argue "No, just one in a multitude & if not you, then the next fellow."
And yet, among the living, life goes on.
Diminished by each passing, or so I feel today.
Pockets full - 9/6/06
Jesus, my suitcoat pockets are overflowing with funeral programs & memory cards. I can't hardly take it no more. Not worth suffering any more unhappy years.
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