Friday, June 14, 2019

Two Cartoon Captions

From the December 10 2018 Issue of the New Yorker: "From 9 to 1 you will be answering emails.  From 1 to 2 you will be out to lunch. From 2 to 5 you will be answering emails that came in while you were out to lunch."

 From the cartoon "Shoe," published on Memorial Day 2019: He: "I remember when I was at Wrigley Field in 2016 for the World Series." She: "All you talk about is the Cubs.  You never share your deepest emotions with me."  He: "The Cubs are my deepest emotions!"

Saturday, April 13, 2019

What! No Christmas Card?

An elderly couple were sitting on their porch in rocking chairs a few days after Christmas.

The man said to his wife "What ever happened to our sexual relations?"

She replied "I don't know.  I don't think we even got a Christmas card from them this year."

Wednesday, April 10, 2019

The Highest Good

To attain the highest good
Of true man and womanhood
Simply do your honest best.
God with joy will do the rest.

(James Whitcomb Riley)

Friday, October 19, 2018

A Poem By Francis William Bourdillon

The Night Has A Thousand Eyes

The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With they dying sun.

The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one:
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done.

Sunday, September 16, 2018

They thought he was Demented

They thought he was just a demented prisoner. After his death they found these words on the wall in his prison cell--another verse to the hymn The Love of God:

"Could we with ink the oceans fill and were the skies of parchment made; were every stalk on earth a quill and every man a scribe by trade; to write the love of God above would drain the oceans dry; nor could the scroll contain the whole though stretched from sky to sky."

The refrain (chorus) was written by another and reads "O love of God how rich and pure! How measureless and strong! It shall forever more endure---the saints' and angels' song."

His verse is beautiful poetic hyperbole. Reminds me of the King James Version of the last verse in the Gospel of John, intimating that the world itself could not contain the books that should be written about the life and works of Jesus Christ.

Thursday, May 17, 2018

"Was there a Time"--poem by Dylan Thomas

Was there a time when dancers with their fiddles
In children's circuses could stay their troubles?
There was a time they could cry over books,
But time has set its maggot on their track.
Under the arc of the sky they are unsafe.
What's never known is safest in this life.
Under the skysigns they who have no arms
Have cleanest hands.
And as the heartless ghost alone's unhurt
So the blind man sees best.

Tuesday, May 15, 2018

"Don't Hesitate" --Prose Poem by Mary Oliver

If you suddenly and unexpectedly fee joy, don't hesitate.  Give in to it. There are plenty of lives and whole towns destroyed or about to be. We are not wise, and not very often kind. And much can never be redeemed. Still [,] life has some possibility left. Perhaps this is its way of fighting back, that sometimes something happened better than all the riches or power in the world. It could be anything, but very likely you notice it in the instance when love begins. Anyway  that is often the case. Don't be afraid of its plenty. Joy is not made to be a crumb.