Proverbs 5:15-20 (New International Version)
15 Drink water from your own cistern,
running water from your own well.
16 Should your springs overflow in the streets,
your streams of water in the public squares?
17 Let them be yours alone,
never to be shared with strangers.
18 May your fountain be blessed,
and may you rejoice in the wife of your youth.
19 A loving doe, a graceful deer—
may her breasts satisfy you always,
may you ever be captivated by her love.
20 Why be captivated, my son, by an adulteress?
Why embrace the bosom of another man's wife?
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and I think I'll just stick with the triangle 
ting ting tone... and no I couldn't imagine a world with no color.... remember I'm like the little painter boy
ting ting tone... and no I couldn't imagine a world with no color.... remember I'm like the little painter boy
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God is Sleeping and the Devil is Not Home.
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Two Poems
Fog
That dense fog I'd been groping through, cursing
at every tentative step I took, lifted
at least for an instant so that I could glimpse
on every side the dangerous chasms, worse
than anything I had imagined. Then, at some slight
shift in the wind, it closed in again, thick
as ever and leaving me worse off than before.
It was no dream but the waking truth of aging,
common to everyone, the depressing secret
nobody tells us, not even our parents—
out of kindness, perhaps, for they know that sooner or later
we each come to this place and learn for ourselves.
Glimpse
The menacing serpent that turns, upon closer inspection,
into a glimpse through the bushes of garden hose
continues nevertheless to arouse ... not fear
anymore but its echo, a keener awareness of danger
that lurks not there where we thought but just out of sight
and that we've avoided if only by blind luck
we understand we cannot trust. A near
miss is perhaps instructive; the hit would be deadly.
In the parallel universes that physicists posit,
both things can happen at once, the snake and the hose,
in which case these misprisions are chinks in the wall
of the world, are intimations of otherness, true
if not here then somewhere as, somewhere else,
those bushes we saw are burning and are not consumed.
Fog
That dense fog I'd been groping through, cursing
at every tentative step I took, lifted
at least for an instant so that I could glimpse
on every side the dangerous chasms, worse
than anything I had imagined. Then, at some slight
shift in the wind, it closed in again, thick
as ever and leaving me worse off than before.
It was no dream but the waking truth of aging,
common to everyone, the depressing secret
nobody tells us, not even our parents—
out of kindness, perhaps, for they know that sooner or later
we each come to this place and learn for ourselves.
Glimpse
The menacing serpent that turns, upon closer inspection,
into a glimpse through the bushes of garden hose
continues nevertheless to arouse ... not fear
anymore but its echo, a keener awareness of danger
that lurks not there where we thought but just out of sight
and that we've avoided if only by blind luck
we understand we cannot trust. A near
miss is perhaps instructive; the hit would be deadly.
In the parallel universes that physicists posit,
both things can happen at once, the snake and the hose,
in which case these misprisions are chinks in the wall
of the world, are intimations of otherness, true
if not here then somewhere as, somewhere else,
those bushes we saw are burning and are not consumed.
Sew In Tears, Reap In Cheers