96, 10-6, SHOW NOTES & COPYRIGHTS, (Scheduled 3/23/2023)

Today we are going to follow up on Dave’s suggestion to read a specific poem. This poem has one of my favorite titles, Yesterday, Today and Tomorrowday. Sometimes I like to play with words and even make my own words. Yesterday, today and tomorrow are all days of our lives. And no, I have not watched this soap opera on tv. I’m not sure how clean I would be after watching an episode.

Ok, enough, I’ll get to reading. Our first poem is found in Living in God’s Rhyme on page 157.

YESTERDAY, TODAY AND TOMORROWDAY

As I write this it is today.

I wrote the one for yesterday

Sometime earlier today.

You will read this tomorrowday.

Yeah, it sounds nonsensical.

Maybe it’s like something from

A long lost, thankfully, musical

Whose tunes you cannot hum.

For some that is the total sum

Of a week of days ever so weak;

There was yesterday’s yesterday

And then tomorrowday’s tomorrowday.

But we must remember the times

When writing of the week’s rhymes

That spellcheck continues to tell us we that we are wronger

With those red squiggly lines under words that are stronger.

(Writers comment: Man versus machine, God always wins.)

One day tomorrowday will be yesterday.

We cannot worry about whatever day

We find ourselves living in

Whether we lose or we win.

As we face each day we must pray,

Pray aloud that God removes the cloud

Of doubt so we may shout

For the world to hear that we have no fear.

Yes, we will have our coffee,

We will have the lives we live,

But these things become small

When we answer God’s call.

Yesterday I wrote, and today I write

As I will tomorrowday write,

“All I need today is a little Dr. Pepper

And a whole lot of Jesus”

Pray that we may

Stay with him always,

That what we say

May reflect the way

He has saved us,

God’s Son, Jesus.

Discussion:

Not much to say. It’s how my mind works. Crazy, I know; the voices in my head are constantly telling me so.

Let’s see what I wrote some other day. This is found on page 53 of Living In God’s Rhyme.

SUDDEN DAY

The first day of the week,

We worship him in church

As comfort in our lives we seek

Before out the doors we lurch.

Tomorrow begins the weak days,

Those days when we can easily forget

What on Sunday he did say.

As we step in the puddles our feet are wet.

It is me

In the mirror

I do see.

In the morning

There is a warning

In the prayer said

That all I need

Is his word to heed

And I will be led

My soul will be fed

And then I open the door

To the world that wants more.

Each and every day I see

A reflection in the mirror.

But there are so many about

As our lives we live out

That have not heard

Us speak of his word.

We must care,

We must share,

Let them know

As we sow

The seeds

That will feed

More than five thousand,

More than loaves and fish,

More than they could ever wish

In years beyond a thousand.

We can lead them to eternity.

Away from God’s enmity,

So that when it does arrive

Sudden Day they...