Now there is time to do something new.
Now is the time to let go of regret.
Now is the time to recognize the gift
of now; not then, not when, not ought.
Now is the time to breathe.
The country world is a mess; governments are failing in Venezuela, Nicaragua, Haiti, Syria, United States; there are wars and rumors of wars everywhere; Australia is burning; there are diseases and rumors of diseases everywhere; and the potus has not yet been banned from Twitter. Sometimes it seems like a world gone mad, and it can get a person down in the gray winter dumps…
Here are some things to be grateful for…
Truth revealed or
Truth concealed?
Heart is hear with a ✝.
The shape of the cross
His story across history.
We might ask, like Pilate,
What is Truth?
The world is scorched and barren
and thirsting for truth to fall as dew
on the parched ground.
The seeds need truth to
blossom and grow into fruit.
But the seeds have fallen among the thistles,
and truth is concealed
by the thorns and in the shadows
what passes for truth has congealed
into a mass of lies.
Is a deal with the devil
worth the compromise?
Fruit without a ✝
is easily turned into ruin.
Stand is sand
without a ✝.