Well, someone’s got to fish, right? So we have fish on plates. And those fishermen need nets, and they need tackle, and they need boats. So, when it’s stormy out, they can’t fish, but their nets, if in disrepair, won’t catch the fish even if it’s sunny. So, instead of being idle, and letting their property go into disrepair, they spend the time mending their nets, and boats and being prepared for when they can go fishing. As time is the most crucial part of economics, and how you use it is the catalyst to success or failure.
Bezaleel
You were skilled in craft, and very wise...
Oh Bezaleel---a craftsman given your plans
From the designs of the Almighty.
Wise, are those given their craft
For the plans and forms come from God.
So do my stories, though not Prophecy,
Are themselves my Ark, and Tabernacle;
Sermons, designed for true worship.
The Sorcerer and the Sheep
The sheep had dreamt every night, and counted his brethren jumping over the moon. But, he grew bored of this, so prayed to Jehovah for more exciting dreams. Thus, in that moment, a sorcerer showed up, and said, "I can give you more exciting dreams." To which, the sheep assented, but within a second guess, said to LORD Jehovah, "I do not want this sorcerer's dreams. I want, rather, for you to give me my dreams. For, if they come from a sorcerer, they shall do me great harm." Yet, the sorcerer cast a spell upon the sheep even so, and the sheep suffered under his dreams. At last, the sheep said, "LORD, Jehovah, make these dreams go away." To which the LORD did, when the Sheep asked for forgiveness, and admitted he ought never have approached a sorcerer in anything or anywise.
I Stand With Israel
Fight, fight, fight...
Destroy your enemies in the night!
The Shepherd Boy, the Lion, the Fox and the Wolf
The Shepherd boy was walking down the country road, when he encountered a Fox in his den. And the Fox came out, yet the Wolf--the Fox's master--came out too; yet embittered by the Shepherd being present, who witnessed they were prowling very late at night; the Wolf started hurling abuses at him. The Shepherd called for help, so the Game Warden beat the Wolf severely. Yet, the Shepherd had been sorry for calling the Warden, and repented, saying, "I had put in a false report."
The Lion also, was on the prowl, and ate the Shepherd's Black Sheep. Yet, the Shepherd had not witnessed it, save in a dream at night---for it was the night season, and he ought have to slept at some time---and when he awoke, the Black Sheep was all bones and meat, but the Lion's jowls were red. The Shepherd put in a report to the Game Warden, but then thought, "I am wrong, for I do not know if this is my sheep which the Lion had eaten." Thus, he had told the Warden, "I had put in a false report."
Yet, many Sheep were disappearing throughout the kingdom... yet the Shepherd was not wise, or was he? He could not tell, for he did not wish to put in a false report.
Mary Had a Little Lamb Analysis
While, it's not explicitly about Jesus, but certainly, Jesus probably inspired it. I don't think it's really about Jesus, though. It's kind of a bad literary criticism to intuit messages into a poem that aren't there, but I'd say the poem likely was inspired by Jesus. That's definitely a wholesome thought.
But don't be esoteric. One has to tone down esoteric readings, because then you probably do the same thing with the Bible. Surely, when Jesus was a child, He followed Mary around, and probably stuck by her. As it says "And everything the child did, brought joy to Mary's heart." But, you can't get too deep into it. When you do, and seek hidden symbols or messages, that's esotericism, and not generally something one wants to do in any form of interpretation.
Certainly though, that tension of the Biblical Imagery is there, as it was written in a time when Biblical Motifs were often alluded to. But, it's an allusion, because the lamb is literally a lamb. But, then it could be referring to Jesus in the sense that He's like the lamb, being so innocent. That we love Jesus, like Mary loves her lamb, yet the lamb was a sacrificial animal.
It's interesting, because I was thinking about this a while ago, too, as I was driving. This exact thought, the beautiful motifs of Jesus being Mary's lamb hit me, and elevated the poem. But, when one does analysis on anything, don't put meaning into it that doesn't follow. It'll thoroughly elevate one's reading experience.
I mean, we kind of carry our little lamb around, too, and it shocks people at our schools and our work and everywhere we go. But that's drawing an interpolation from the poem, which you're allowed to do. But that's personal, and not really what the poem means.
Chasing Your Dreams
I chased my dreams and
Accrued a trillion dollar's
Debt worth of sin. You
Have too, as I saw all my
Debts accumulated there.
Understand, Christ wipes
Them all away. So repent
And believe His saving grace.
February’s Fay 2025
A slight pause, as I look out yonder my back porch
And I see the red buds on the Maples.
I know, it is February's Fay, come a little late this year
It is true, but it has been very cold.
Spring will soon arrive, as I walk out to my tree
And see the Brussels' Sprout like bulbs
On the tree, red and purplish greens in nacreous two-tones
Which will sprout into beautiful red flowers.
Always a little leery, my delusions
Are wary of the mad spring.
But, it is not spring.
It is the sure sign it is February.
The Progression of Spring
First, the Weeping Willow gets her yellow yawns
Which slowly turn their lime green, and then dark.
Then, the Veronica and Violets start to appear.
Soon, the Hyacinth and Bluebells are coming up
In their nectar scents, and then comes the Redbuds
In their purple leaves. And then the Dogwoods
And Bradford Pears' musk; On the trees, the budded flowers show
In their newly forming leaves, and throughout the spring
They grow, until in Mid May, they are fully open
And a whole new world is alive.
Then the Roses make their appearance
To scent the forest with a sweet perfume,
And then finally the Honeysuckle in June.
Virtue, Genius and Reputation
Oh, virtue you are lost,
So I shall take one wife to bed
And build a cottage in the wood
And regain you, my Love.
Oh Genius you are lost,
So I shall study Euclid and Horace
And find the strings of common tongues
And all wisdoms throughout the ages.
Oh Reputation you are lost
And cannot ever be recovered.
You are gone, and in the grave.
So, by Virtue and Genius I'll be nourished.