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The Bonobo and the Gamer

There was a Man who was not famous for playing games, while a Bonobo was famous for playing them, too. The Man enjoyed creating, and building, and built many castles and a heavenly kingdom in his game. The Bonobo, however, did not. The Man was not famous, but the Bonobo were. The Man became jealous at this, and said, "I sit here, and create great masterpieces, and have no fortune. And this, this creature, only knows how to move forward and back, and he is more successful than even I!" The Bonobo signed to the Man, "I have not the faculties of a man, for this is the best I can do. I do not play this for enjoyment, like you, but only for bananas. Know, for that reason, that you construct and build, and move to greater plateaus, that is why you are more beloved in God's eyes. Let me have my fame in this short period of time, while you seek after eternal glory and rest."

Vague Memories

A reader on my blog today
Dug up something from long ago...
An essay on Charles Lamb 
And Jane Austen.

At first, I had no recall
Of the essay, but then poring over it
The memories came back vague and shadowy.
Memory is such a faulty thing...

Yet I remember... when I read it...
And they slowly return
As the browned pages
Of Lamb's essay bring back perfect recall.

And then you wonder about sin...
What have I done that I don't know?
If anything... that a moment's glance
Can bring it back? Heaven forbid, remove it far away.

President Trump

I will look like a fool for you
If you do the thing I need you to do.
Which is prevent disease, and gun barrels 
From flashing at my door.
I don't care if I lose my credibility with the world---
In my dream, there was war, and pestilence,
And I knew someone had started it.
If you prevent what my heart sore fears
I shall take back every evil thought...
Though, lend me my freedom to be wrong.

The Return of the Robins

Walking down the street, it is a chilly spring day...
The Robin is seen in mid March.
The first one of the season---
I've seen them nigh a February's fay---
And the strongest males return
From their Southern homes, and they pioneer
Their troop, searching out to see if the land is safe.
And then, their little ones, their females
And their weaker males return.
Yet, only the strongest are the pioneers, whom
You see are those first males of the season.
The Maples have their florets, and the Willows
Are soon to push forth their yellow branches---
In fact, some already have.

The Elephant and the Artist

There was an Artist who prided herself on painting. And she painted simple, thinking, "No animal on earth paints, beside we people. So, therefore, I shall paint like a child, and become prosperous." Yet, the Elephant saw this, and was ashamed. He said, "Little painter, you are a Man, and can do great things with this paintbrush. I shall show you, that even an animal can paint like you." So, the Elephant took his finger, on his trunk, and painted a picture of a sunset with his Elephant body standing by a stream. The painter was perplexed, "For I thought only humans could paint?" said the painter. The Elephant then said, with a sigh of humility, "You are Man, capable of greater things than I, so prove it. For, I am but an Elephant. Do greater things than the beasts, for you are ashamed that I can paint? Why then do you paint, when the beasts of the field have equal talent to yours? No, excel it and your compassion and your moral law, for in your creation there is meaning."

The Bear and the Crow

There was a Bear who coveted the Bees' honey upon the highest bow. And the Bear said, "I shall not be stung by the Bees, for my skin is thick." So he began to climb up the cleft of the rock, and when he had approached the top, a Mocking Crow landed next to him on a branch. "What are you doing?" asked the intelligent bird. The Bear said, "I am reaching for this honey." The Crow said, "Have you worked for the honey? Did you do anything noteworthy to get it? Or do you wish to spoil these great and wondrous architectures for your own belly? The Bee Keeper at least lets enough for the Bees he keeps, you would spoil the whole hive." The Bear swatted at the Crow, but in that instance, lost foot. He began to fall, and the Crow cawed at him, as he fell to the ground beneath.

My Role Model

He was a good man. He did nothing wrong. He healed the deaf, the blind, the lame. He fed thousands. When I needed Him, He was always there.

I was happy as a child. I had good parents. He gave them to me. I had good grandparents. A pool to swim in. Good aunts and uncles. A full belly.

I sat on my Pop-Pop's lap. I watched the birds feed. He gave me that, too. He gave me my Pop-Pop's love. He gave me my Mom's love. He gave me my Dad's love. He gave me my Grandma and Pappy's love. I was full of love.

Then He gave me play. He gave me lots of play. He gave me four good dogs. He gave me piano playing skills. He gave me writing skills. He gave me lots of love. He gave me lots of talents.

He gave me friends. They were good friends. He gave me freedom of speech and religion. He gave me cooking skills. He gave me poems in my dreams. He gave me knowledge of math. He gave me knowledge of history. He gave me knowledge of science. He gave me knowledge of people. He gave me knowledge of English.

What did they do to Him? They took Him. They beat Him. They whipped Him. They scourged Him. They spat on Him. They teased Him. They put nails in his hand and feet. He hung. And then they cut him with a spear.

I didn't do my homework. I got a little crazy. But I passed school. I had work. I have a good brother. I learned to love him.

I made mistakes. I hurt people. I told lies. I got angry at God and told Him mean things. I did what I wasn't supposed to do. A lot of things I wasn't supposed to do. God did a lot of good things for me. And I thanked Him with doing bad.

I played violent video games. I was alone a lot. I didn't like anyone but myself for a while. Then God showed me love. And I fell in love. With who? With Peace. And I loved Peace. And I was bad. But then I knew what was good.

And I loved Peace so much. It was my constant friend. And I took it everywhere I went. It taught me good. It taught me what was bad. I saw lots of beautiful art in school. And then I saw ugly. That sort of taught me good and bad. But Peace taught me what was good and what was bad. And that man on a donkey and colt taught me peace.

I fell in love with good. And I hated evil. So I wrote everything I knew. Every drop of what I knew. I wrote it. When I was sixteen I began writing what I knew. And at age 35 I continue to write what I know. And I know Peace is good. And I know He is good. They killed Him because He was good. They hated Him because He was good. He set an example for me to follow.

I knew what I did was wrong. Whenever I did something bad, I knew it was bad. That didn't stop me. But I think it's the same for everyone. They know it's bad, but they still do what's wrong. But they do it anyway. My friend saves us from that. His name is Jesus. And He is my role model.

He is my teacher. He teaches me everything I need to know. He gives me peace. And when I'm sad, I know He still loves me. I know He loves me because I see it every day. Food on my table. I have a comfortable bed. I have clothes in my dresser. And even if I didn't have those things, I still see what He did for me. He hung on a cross, and bled and died.

What I learned about life is it is not good. It is full of evil and sadness. I cried a lot in my life. I cried over good men dying. I cried over evil men getting rich. I cried over little children being naughty. I cried a lot. I cried because I was naughty, too.

At times, I don't want to go on. But then I think of Him. And I know He would want me to carry on. I know He loves me because scars are on his hands and ankles. That says He loves me. If I get nothing more in life, I know He did a good thing for me. He's good.