A Haiku
We are connected therefore I think I am A nexus without a group
God is the storm un– til He becomes your shelter from the storm. Amen
You and God are like socks– No matter how far apart you get You are still a pair You and God are also like pants– Even though you are forever one
I can’t just let go of my past I have to lose a tug of war and get third degree rope burns
I was caught between a rock and a hard place unable to decide on a way out Instead, you decided on me
I’d always said Que sera, sera expecting the last guffaw Instead it’s a last hurrah before one or the other coups d’et…
Less self-interest is in your best interest except on Pinterest
If things feel prearranged it’s because you’ve already rearranged
I can’t say I have wants and needs; mainly I don’t want to be needy
Inborn intelligence used to be tak… but for some time now it’s gone un… With Artificial Intelligence it c… although after insertion it’s alwa… Nevertheless, everyone seems perfe…
There Is Always Room For
I was born in the summer of my 47th year coming home to a place my mazel’d ever been before
When I was a kid we thought the end of the world was coming any minute via The Button Instead it came a little later
The biggest change in my lifetime Has been the change in the meaning… They don’t have a prayer It used to mean They don’t have a chance
Hell isn’t other people– Hell is waiting in line behind other people