Have no other gods before Him,
Not even by innocent whim…
It’s suicidal
To worship an idol,
Walking on ice very thin.
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So periodically
He must sort his files to see…
What grabs his heart–
With that he must part,
‘Tis better than hypocrisy!
–
Culling out accumulations
Of any conflagrations,,,
That hold him fast
He will cast,
Out for sanctification.
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–Jonathan Caswell
LAUNCHING WORDS, SHIPS, PINK-COLORED SLIPS
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A face that truly inspires,
Greed and avarice fires…
Dressed up nice
But cold as ice,
Does she care about what transpires?
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Often idols are kept
Away from those who have wept…
A picture that’s true
Reality, will it do?
For those whose souls have left?
–
Women dressed up and admired,
No control over what transpired….
Men use romance
Justifying advance,
After brutally acquired.
(A different side of the coin, perhaps?)
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–Jonathan Caswell
WE GIVE OUR MAKER PRAISE
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We give our Maker praise
For all sorts of cloud and haze…
He wraps Himself proud
With myriad dark cloud,
We call Him the Ancient of Days!
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All that with breath rejoice,
God made Man His CHOICE…
Of being able
To choose God’s table,
Or favor and love to lose.
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God wants with you to walk.
And not folk who just talk the talk…
Will you agree
His child to be,
Or for eternity balk?
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–Jonathan Caswell
ON AGING
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Gradually changing to be
From caregiver to “care-for-me”…
Independence fails
As the subject flails,
Struggling for quality.
–
Working in nursing homes
Keeps folks from being alone…
One has to harden
Then, not pardon
The frequent unending drone.
–
Folks who can still be kind
In the face of that sort of grind…
Have my vote
As folks with a Coat
Of Arms—of a gentle mind!”
–
In Rehab, I took time
To relate to those inclined…
Demential cases
Haven’t solid bases
But deep memory refined.
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Will I end up like them,
Both Mom and Dad feared it back then…
Would have been kinder
For Dad without reminder
Of all he’d lost…and when.
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So we’ll take it day-by-say,
In fact there’s no other way…
To not worry
Or to curry
Pity by obnoxious display!
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–Jonathan Caswell
MY PASSING FRIEND
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She’s the only one who remarked
About my freshly shorn hair…
The one who always stops
To smile when I’m there.
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She is a good friend in passing
Nearly every night…
Never for harassing
But for spreading delight!
–
The ending of Sarah’s workday
Near the beginning of mine….
Coincides with a pleasant exchange
For one passing point of time.
–Jonathan Caswell
GREAT GRAVATATIONAL GRAVATAR!
A blogger said I looked too fat,
Now what did she mean by that…
My blogging thumbnail,
Seven years in the pale
Says nothing on how I’m now sat! 🙂
–
Technology challenges real
Prevent more recent reveal…
Film undeveloped
And selfies untaken,
The S.L.R. camera
Takes concentration,
With nothing new
To print I’m in trouble;
If she wants “me” current
I’ll make a plan on the double!
–Jonathan Caswell
BY HIS FINGERNAILS
(If he has any left.)
His long ordeal seems done,
The battle with amputation almost won…
But occurence
Of ending insurance,
Worries his future to come.
–
Received a continuance letter
Which helped him feel somewhat better…
Answers come slow
By snail-mail you know,
But his social worker–he’s glad to have met her.
–Jonathan Caswell
MORE THAN SATISFACTORY
A special Valentines Day,
More snow is coming to play…
On hills and dales
That high wind avails,
Whilst we stay inside and sashay!
–
We have our Saturday dinner,
My wife’s fancy dress a winner…
A Polish feast
For greatest to least,
Ah, community love doth glimmer!
–
After our repast nightcap,
We ambled home for a nap…
My love and me
Snore peacefully,
In recliners and my C-PAP!
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She got a card out for me,
Am I too lazy?,,,
Neither could shop
(Will the snow ever stop!),
Our love is for eternity.
–Jonathan Caswell
LITTLE DOG DRIPPING
Fashionable sweater athwart,
A miniature stalwart…
Dripping snow melt
Loving hands felt,
While he was leaning to port.
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Coming in from outside,
Braving a snowfall tide…
Leaving a mark
Out where cars park
And quickly returning inside!
–Jonathan Caswell
THE PLATEAU
Why does he not progress,
A subconscious reason I’d guess…
Gets less attention,
Social intervention,
Riding on the healing express?
–Jonathan Caswell
By the Mighty Mumford 