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Aug '07

barefoot in the park

thanks to sister emily
of pbcc family
intro’d me to barefoot coffee roasters
“cupping” nature’s caffeine boosters

connie shared value-based investing
pertinent pathfinding mission basting

like spontaneous barefoot corie, let’s twist to “investing oneself” telegram
flavoring la dolce vita a’la marcello-self-audit program

je jamais cease to marvel
the places and people He takes me to unravel
last nite this story to stumble
the depths of your heart to fumble and rumble

2 travelling angels stopped to spend the nite in home of a wealthy family
family was rude, “no way we let you stay in our mansion’s guestroom” reality
how about the small space in the cold basement?
as the angels made their bed on the hard floor, the older had a revelation moment
seeing a hole in the wall
repaired it without appall
the younger angel asked why
“things aren’t what they seem” was the reply wry

next nite the angel pair came to rest at the house of a very poor but hospitable farmer and wife
after sharing what little food they had, their bed to give the angels a good nite’s rest without strife
when the sun came up the next morning the angels found the farmer and his wife in tears
their only cow, whose milk had been their sole income, lay dead in the field, one of dreaded fears

the younger angel was infuriated and asked the older how could u have let that happen?
the lst man had everything, yet u helped him by patching his earthly haven
the 2nd family had little but willing to share everything and u let the cow die
“things aren’t what they seem” was the reply wry

when we stayed in the basement of the mansion, ich noticed there was gold stored in that hole-in-the-wall
since the owner was so obsessed with greed, unwilling to share good fortune, yo sealed the wall so he couldn’t find d’or
then last nite as we slept in the farmer’s bed, the angel of death came for his wife
yo gave him the vaca instead, better his dear wife to be alive
“things aren’t what they seem” was the reply wry

i recall auditor joseph roussel’s french pearl contribution
“far from the eyes, far from the truth” rumination

yesterday is history
tomorrow is a mystery
today is a gift, life’s essence
that’s why it’s called the present

i keep a close watch on this heart of mine
i keep my eyes wide open all the time
i keep the ends out for the tie that bind
because i’m Yours, i walk the line

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