today’s pbcc pearl imparted by john hannerman
continuing on john 14, verses 15-31 to rant
depicting upper room last days of our loving Father
tickling our hearts with the Triune Love feather

i don’t want your lonely mansion with a tear in every room
all i want is His love He promised beneath the haloed moon

verses 9-10 to philip He answered sublime
don’t you know Me, philip, even after I have been among you such a long time?
anyone who has seen Me has seen the Father…how can u say, ‘show us the Father’?
don’t u believe that I am in the Father, and that the Father is in Me, or rather?

verses 12-14 unveiling I tell u the truth, anyone who has faith in Me will do what I have been doing
he will do even greater things than these, because to the Father I am now going

and I will do whatever u ask in My Name, so that the Son may bring glory to the Father
u may ask Me for anything in My Name, and I will do it, taking My Divine Plan in u further

verses 15-17 recanting if u love Me, u will obey what I command….elvis belching “it’s now or never”
and I will ask the Father, and He will give u another Counselor -the Holy Spirit of Truth- to be with u forever

alas the world cannot accept Him, because it neither sees Him nor knows Him
but u know Him, for He lives with u and will be in u, aha – this poet’s triangular hymn
“know yourself – know others – know Him”
for places to go in a whim and run like the wind

so rejoice and do not grieve
last verse 31, come now let us in victory leave

love Me with all of your heart
that’s all I want, love
love Me with all your heart
or not at all

don’t give Me your love
for a moment
or an hour
love Me always
as u loved Me
from eden’s start
with every beat of your heart

dashing through email snow
with a one horsepower sleigh
old files to plough and throw
came across clay to splay

bells on my mind ring
spirit jolt with might
a jarring pause to make and bring
a slaying song tonight

i read of a man who stood to speak
at the funeral of a friend
he referred to the dates on her tombstone
from the beginning to the end

he noted that first came her date of birth
and spoke the following date with tears
but he said what mattered most of all
was the dash between those years

1934 – 1998

for that dash represents all the time
that she spent alive on earth
and now only those who loved her
know what that little line is worth

for it matters not how much we own
the cars…the house…the cash
what matters is how we live and love
and how we spend our dash

so think about this long and hard
are there things you’d like to change?
for u never know how much time is left
that can still be rearranged

if we could just slow down enough
to consider what’s true and real
and always try to understand
the way other people feel

and be less quick to anger
and show appreciation more
and love the people in our lives
like we’ve never loved before

if we treat each other with respect
and more often wear a smile
remembering that this special dash
might only last a little while

so when your eulogy is being read out loud
with your life’s actions to rehash
would u be proud of the things they say
about how u spent your dash?

from dash
to m.a.s.h. lyrics mesh

“a brave man once requested me
to answer questions that are key
is it to be or not to be?
and i replied ‘oh why ask me?’ ”

colossians 4:17 message to archippus from paul
complete the work u have received in the Lord and called

man cares who wins the race
God cares about how the race is run vs His pace

God is not looking for the fastest runner of the dash
He’s looking for u to run your best before u crash

the stark truth, we can’t accomplish in our own strength, what God wants for us
only way to God is through Lord, through His Holy Spirit to set our pace and goal to burst

while many ways to skin a cat
only one way to truth and life, john 14:6 spat
“I am the Way and the Truth and the Life
no one comes to the Father except through Me”
so let not your heart be troubled, there’s no need to strive

jingle bell
jingle bell
jingle all the way…………….

last domingo a track back to location of matrimonial past
at gringo tio jaime’s patio, a walk down memory-lane fiesta blast
our tastebuds tantalized by aida’s humitas ecuadorian style
sin carne, solamente con queso, muy sabroso on the scale dial

next treat presented was chiles en nogada, covered with walnut sauce sprinkled with pomegranates
poblano filled with savory mix of pork morsels, fruit and nut mates

appetite satiated and friends appreciated
marriage, fellowship, good times and good eats consummated

yummy, yummy, yummy
i got love in my tummy

circular dharma logic, way of tao to dive
ye must be born again while alive to live life
from nowhere to “now here”, a hairy truth wayne dyer on kcsm to bare
guess where we’re headed, from nowhere to now here, back to nowhere

rodin’s thinker and rene descartes’ “i think therefore i am” rings
as dyer’s “change your thoughts, change your life” sings
don’t let extrinsic values determine intrinsic me
we become who we think we are, if we let it be

the old adage – u are what u eat
u will drown yourself living someone’s else beat
the dangers of trudging through life behind labels and masks
align inner waters to flow harmoniously with external husks

detach instead of attach
let go, less is more is the catch
we came from nothing
we depart with no thing

God can’t fill your cup
when it’s full of ego grub

shift from self-control, in Supreme to trust
let go in order for mortal limits to bust

he’s a real nowhere man,
sitting in his nowhere land,
making all his nowhere plans
for nobody.

doesn’t kave a point of view,
knows not where he’s going to,
isn’t he a bit like you and me?

now here man, please listen,
u don’t know what you’re missing,
now here man, the world can be at your command
with His helping hand

a story internet-shared once before
circled again to my email door
this time i’ll park it on the blogging floor
if u like it, ask for more to score

a frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law and 4-year old grandson
the family ate together at the table in unison
grandpa’s shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult
peas rolled off onto floor, milk onto tablecloth spurt
dishes got broken, indignations blurt

enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor
we must do something about father, the mess no longer ignore
set a small table in the corner, send mess there
serve food in wooden bowl, broken dishes no longer bear

so grandpa ate alone, thanks to the couple’s demeanor
so rest of the family can enjoy their dinner
gulping alone, tears in grandpa’s eyes were ignored
when fork was dropped, or food spilled, sharp admonitions roared

in silence, the 4-year old watched it all
nurture tugged nature, attention to call
one evening before supper, the father noticed his kid playing with wood scraps on the floor
“what are making, son?” he sweetly explored

just as sweetly the boy rebuffed, replicating how in future his family should sup
oh, i am making a little bowl for u and mama to eat your food in when i grow up

the words struck a chord
the parents were speechless, realizing their created discord
tears streamed down their cheeks
no word was spoken, they both knew what must be done, insight kicks

that evening, grandpa rejoined the family table
for the remainder of his days, he ate every meal with family, doesn’t matter whether he is able
turning point lesson not too late to reverse to move forward and observe golden rule springy coil
husband nor wife no longer seemed to care for fork dropped, milk spilled, or tablecloth soiled

so no matter what happens, how bad it seems today
life goes on, there will be a better tomorrow if your half-cup full be allowed to sway
u can tell alot about a person by the way
he/she handles 4 things – the elderly, lost luggage, tangled xmas lights, a rainy day

so regardless of the relationship with your parents to revive
you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life
u see, the nugget is that making a “living” is not the same
as making a “life” meaningful, fulfilling, fruitful game

which triggers dipping into my treasure trove to retrieve sandra carey’s pearl
“never mistake knowledge for wisdom. one helps u make a living, the other helps you make a life” swirl

life sometimes gives u a second chance for life, opportunity tends
carpe diem, don’t go thru life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands
throw something back as we stand on shifting sands

pursuing happiness is elusive
for happiness finds u when u focus on what u do for others, a “horse ahead of cart” missive
whenever one decides something with an open heart with right motive
u usually make the right decision elective

when one has pains
one doesn’t have to be a pain to get life gains
look out everyday to reach out and touch someone even when it rains
people love that human touch whether it be a warm hug
holding a trembling hand, an encouraging pat or shaken heart to tug

the karma of life is circular
what goes around, comes around sooner or later

and then there’s one circle to latch on that’s Alpha and Omega
to journey through life on earth spiraling one day to cosmos eternal

all our lives’ a circle but i can’t tell you why
season’s spinning round again
the years keep rollin’ by

lion king expounds
it’s the circle of life
and it moves us all
thru despair and hope
thru faith and love
on the path unwinding
in the circle
the circle of life

i notice there is a fear
a large population staying from blogging clear
it’s just another neutral tool
depends on how u use it – could be bad, could be cool

nothing is worse than fear of fear
like everything else, choice is yours my dear
u put limits, u will be limited
u want to feel defeated, u will be defeated
u want success, u self-fulfill success
u want abscess, u will be obsessed with abscess

we have equal access
to sources of bless or stress
to stay upright or uptight
to have life that bites or with a bite

born free, as free as the wind blows
as free as the grass grows
born free to follow your heart
leave a meaningful footprint before u depart

live free and beauty surrounds u
the world still astounds u
each time u look at a star
connect to your source to drive your life car

born free, and life is worth living
but only worth living
’cause you’re born free
to live life to fullest with His grace degree

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