COVID diaries - day unknown: in rooms of does not matter.

tonight's post brought to you by the letters I(nsipid), A(rrogance) and the number 0. wanted to keep it simple. nothing requiring fact check or containing hidden innuendo - fingers pointed with inflection of denigration. as is part of the routine, i tried with intent and conviction to find inspiration for my post on social media. surely something positive as we finish up another week of all things COVID. i just couldn't stand at that intersection long enough to catch even a glimpse of substance. the usual irrelevant banter - opinion A (mine) is logical and supported with references whereas opinion B (yours) is lacking in intelligence and any shred of substance. i never knew God created mini gods. deities with golden tongues and brains wired to receive only the most pure, relevant and factual data from the Almighty one Himself. but then why would I? after all if standing in line to receive certificate of designation, mine without question - B.
no harm, no foul. i will sit content in my chair of misunderstood. how tiring it must be - standing behind podiums of assume. deceived by the echos in otherwise empty (does not matter) rooms...

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Tuesday, November 1, 2016

speaking to the plausibility of your presumption...

insignificant:

almost or relatively meaningless...

so many things in this short span of time - life - can be lumped into that category. as a society, we have become so dependent upon meaningless accoutrements - our character defined by the number of spaces to the left of the decimal. with pomp and circumstance we promenade the runways of our lives. who has more? who won? who's shoulders wide enough to carry all the accolades? 

being one of little regard, as so adamantly slandered by committee of used-to-Be's, i find the monologue as well as the cameo of your presumed deity, contemptuously inane. i am as much me as intended and if you find your you lacking, as evidenced by the in-hospitable landscape of your countenance, then why am i to blame? surely you misconstrue the relevance of accommodation. while true, there was once a garden preceding blame, you were not present then. and hard as it may be for you to fathom, you do not present without flaw. perhaps a mirror inadequate purveyor of your true reflection. should it break, what then? relatively speaking, what purpose is there for more when just enough will suffice? there is no segregation by intent to enter into forever. simply stated - on bended knee, more adequately allowed then overtly charismatic...

[And then will I declare to them, ‘I never knew you; Matthew 7:23]

faith

sitting on the shore -

watching reflections on the water;

yellow sun,

blue sky -

solitary bird flying into the horizon...

how small -

am i -

in a world so big,

how insignificant...

why do i wake?

routinely do the things i do?

for what purpose?

i throw a stone into the water -

causing ripples -

disturbing the placid serenity -

and for a moment - i am known -

but the water is deep,

my pebble - oh so small -

and once again -

the surface still...

i cannot believe that there is no tomorrow -

no sunrise chasing night -

no need to - believe...

for surely -

God - in all his greatness -

created more than this small holder of dreams -

and even when i cease to be -

in this place -

i will most surely - rise again!

great is my faith -

oh so strong my belief!