The Lord works in mysterious ways that many understand but only a few realize.
Human tragedies abound
Human suffering all around
Humans lost in a world of being.
Humans, some not worthy of the name
Humans, some heathen some heaven sent
Humans. Gods toys to move as if chess pieces
Although a more important match has never been played.
Humans, so arrogant and deceitful
Humans, so dirty and Godless
Humans so twisted the demons rule their world.
Humans that hate themselves and their world so much
They take this hate out on others.
Humans, what a waste of time and energy
Humans given all the tools, yet they are fools.
Humans, so gifted and blessed
They strive to help others in their lives.
Humans, so thoughtful and kind
Humans, so educated and wealthy.
Humans, ignorant at times as to where it all comes from.
Humans, the life blood of this earth.
Humans put here to be the curator of all the majesties of nature.
Humans who control their own destiny.
Humans who live for the day.
Humans of which we all are.
Humans, please hear theses words:
“Turn from your evil ways
And enjoy what the Lord has for you.”
Those that have ears let them hear.
Those that hear and chose not to
Do not deserve to have ears to begin with.
© B.A.S. …:}….
1/28/2006 9:00 AM EST
12/26/2008 5:00 AM EST
In His Merciful Service:
Exodus Chapters 34 thru 39
Friday, December 26, 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
"Oh Wondrous City"
High upon a mountains sparkling bright light,
Stands a lone statue marking days of fight.
Alone it rests with form and fashion
Silent as the stone it was once a vision.
The mountain rises high so its’ light all can see.
Guiding the weary traveler, a beacon of hope
Long has been the search and seldom was it found.
Replaced with the magnificence of ivory horns.
Wings of flight and feet of stone, no easy match for the fleet
But rest we shall after a long victorious battle we meet.
To the victor goes the spoils, the riches and glory
Waste not the beaten souls, once held the true story.
For theirs is a history borne of guts, misery, heart ache and strength
To be shared thru the ages, told and taught with pride and purpose.
The City rests a long winter’s night, to once again do battle
In the stillness of the wind and hearts waning for the fight.
Streets of gold and paths of green moss
Rivers of wine and swamp valleys to slosh.
We march away march away to the victorious battle
Leaving the wounded behind their sabers no longer rattle.
No enemy can approach without first being spied upon.
For never has the wicked broke thru the fence of pain
They have no honor, no love to gain.
The light beckons your call, do not turn away
In its’ shadow you’ll long to stay
And there we will meet, our paths now as one we seek
To have and to hold all our days thru, in a City for the meek.
© B.A.S. …:}….🐝
12/25/08 10:00 PM EST
Post Edit 7/7/2023 10:50 AM EST
In His Wondrous Service:
Matthew 13:36-43
Isaiah 24 thru 27
"Merry Christmas and Holy Nights"
"I Refuse"
I refuse to believe that you can not make a difference.
I refuse to believe one person can not change their world.
I refuse to believe you must be “normal” to be accepted.
I refuse to believe history is made by the masses, rather than the few.
I refuse to believe that one person can not change that history.
I refuse to believe that you are destined to be only what others tell you to be.
I refuse to believe everything I see, hear, feel, taste and smell.
I refuse to believe that your “sixth sense” does not outweigh the other five.
I refuse to believe that one person can not do what it dreams as impossible.
You believe what you want to believe. We all share in our own lies. Mine is not the path most traveled. It has always been the trace of another’s footsteps that caught my eye. That made me think there might be, just might be, a better way, a more fruitful path, than one the masses herd to. Nothing wrong with that, but we all have our own streets to pave. For us to think that the great history makers and world shapers we have had since the beginning did not at some point feel grief and despair is shallow in thought.
How would history be if Washington decided it was too cold to cross, if Custer would have retreated, had Patton taken a couple days off, had Lincoln not gone to the play, had Kennedy not gone to Dallas, had Martin not gone to Memphis, had John Lennon not gone for a walk, had Neil Armstrong never stepped, had Lance Armstrong never thought he’d live, had it not been foggy over Martha’s Vineyard for John John, had the Apostle Paul ever truly questioned his faith, or had Christ been tempted by the devil…course we know that was a losing battle on satans part, as always.
And the list goes on and on. You have your memories and I have mine. If you are like me, no matter how many you list, you always think of more to add.
I refuse to believe that world changers & world changing events are not pre-destined by lots cast by God. The greatest history gifted & shared with this world being Jesus Christ. But, with His Son’s exception, who was beyond mortal…all the other events & people in our world history could have gone different than they, or it did.
I refuse to believe that you can not make a difference.
I refuse to believe one person can not change their world.
I refuse to believe you must be “normal” to be accepted.
I refuse to believe history is made by the masses, rather than the few.
I refuse to believe that one person can not change that history.
I refuse to believe that you are destined to be only what others tell you to be.
I refuse to believe everything I see, hear, feel, taste and smell.
I refuse to believe that your “sixth sense” does not outweigh the other five.
I refuse to believe that one person can not do what it dreams as impossible.
You believe what you want to believe. We all share in our own lies. Mine is not the path most traveled. It has always been the trace of another’s footsteps that caught my eye. That made me think there might be, just might be, a better way, a more fruitful path, than one the masses herd to. Nothing wrong with that, but we all have our own streets to pave. For us to think that the great history makers and world shapers we have had since the beginning did not at some point feel grief and despair is shallow in thought.
How would history be if Washington decided it was too cold to cross, if Custer would have retreated, had Patton taken a couple days off, had Lincoln not gone to the play, had Kennedy not gone to Dallas, had Martin not gone to Memphis, had John Lennon not gone for a walk, had Neil Armstrong never stepped, had Lance Armstrong never thought he’d live, had it not been foggy over Martha’s Vineyard for John John, had the Apostle Paul ever truly questioned his faith, or had Christ been tempted by the devil…course we know that was a losing battle on satans part, as always.
And the list goes on and on. You have your memories and I have mine. If you are like me, no matter how many you list, you always think of more to add.
I refuse to believe that world changers & world changing events are not pre-destined by lots cast by God. The greatest history gifted & shared with this world being Jesus Christ. But, with His Son’s exception, who was beyond mortal…all the other events & people in our world history could have gone different than they, or it did.
Think of it this way….If 10 cooks are all given the same ingredients & told to make their best chicken cacciatore…all the dishes will mostly likely look, smell & taste a bit different…but the outcome is the same…chicken cacciatore. All those listed above thought they could make a difference in their world(s). For if they didn’t, it would never have been. So…I refuse to believe that I too, can not make a difference in the world around me, no matter how small or large that world may be.
God created Paradise in the beginning & in the end we are promised a return to this Paradise. The ingredients are the same, the outcome was foretold long, long ago.
Today is Christmas. Give yourself the best gift you could ever give yourself or someone else. For once in your life believe in your self and your abilities and feel good about it. And in turn let that feeling rub off on someone and help make them believe that they can make a difference in their world as well.
If we all thought more positive and less negative, the end result is destined to be positive.
Merry Christmas to all my Family & Friends in Faith:
Count your blessings….someone else is.
Your Brother in the Word:
Bryan A. Stross …:}….
December 25th , 2008 6:30 AM EST
Today is Christmas. Give yourself the best gift you could ever give yourself or someone else. For once in your life believe in your self and your abilities and feel good about it. And in turn let that feeling rub off on someone and help make them believe that they can make a difference in their world as well.
If we all thought more positive and less negative, the end result is destined to be positive.
Merry Christmas to all my Family & Friends in Faith:
Count your blessings….someone else is.
Your Brother in the Word:
Bryan A. Stross …:}….
December 25th , 2008 6:30 AM EST
Post Edits: January 16, 2024.
Proverbs 27 & Psalm 72
Proverbs 27 & Psalm 72
Sunday, December 21, 2008
"A Walk On The Beach"
I took a walk on the beach one starry summer night.
The waves crashed their thunderous majesty.
The sand slid away amongst the phosphorus foam.
The seaweed, sea shells, drift wood, and trash floated harmlessly.
The crab chasers ran and played like feathered grey hounds.
The sea gulls floated and sank with the gusts aiding their flight.
The pelicans glided thru the sky and dove deep for their prey.
But still something was missing, the picture not complete.
Or was it more than something, perhaps it was something(s).
Yes, it was more than something that was missing, gone forever more.
So there I stood, the waves touching my toes as if sent to do so.
All the while no shadow did I cast, for at peace and whole I was.
Then as if an after thought a sign appeared…a lone osprey did call.
And now in sight, my old friend the fine feathered arrow,
Dancing with the wind and striking a lethal clawed bend.
But still missing the water was not complete as I looked hard in dim light.
And there, finally I saw the picture complete. First the dolphin and tarpon,
Then the spout and splash of that monster known only to the deep.
He rose and turned making a thunderous sound, breaking the barriers of the waves.
The water spread in all directions…my heart skipped a beat as I saw this sight.
Now the grey one came to visit with his voice as loud as the constants.
And to me only he spoke, and this he had to say…..
“Go in Peace and Go in Glory….for yours is a legacy in the making.”
As I bowed my head and thanked the all knowing wise one,
I realized with hope and honor I was brought to this place.
This time in the present, shaped by the past and knowing the future.
To do and say what must be done and what must be said.
And let the chips fall where they may, for my lot is already cast.
And as I turn to walk the beach, the moon does come and a shadow is cast.
A shadow that has been with me since the beginning of my time.
And will be with me thru the ages and the end times.
My soul guides my sprit, my sprit leads my heart and my heart consoles my brain.
In this way I travel to the next curve, the next wave, the next night, the next beach.
And hopefully the scene will be complete, or backwards I’ll go, but not wanted.
For I have been there and done that and although special a new bridge awaits,
And like all the others I will cross it, if I have to climb it or swim it,
I will make it to the other side, or die trying which is also not wanted.
But in life all is not fair, but only because the devil makes it so.
Look for your scene, look for your beach, look for your whale,
And in it I hope you find a piece of Heaven, for it is all there.
It is not what it is or what it was but what it will be, depending on you.
Do not let outside forces distract you from your vision of this life.
Do not let what you watch and hear always effect what you feel.
First impressions are often right, like that tug at your gut.
So listen and watch and what you touch and smell will effect what you feel.
And may that feeling be one of Grace and Hope for in these things…you’ll find Heaven.
Blessed Days and Peaceful Nights Dreams.
Your Brother in the Word:
© B.A.S. …{:…. 12/20/2008 4:00 PM EST
In His Majesties Service:
Ezekiel 21, Psalm 42, Proverbs 7
The waves crashed their thunderous majesty.
The sand slid away amongst the phosphorus foam.
The seaweed, sea shells, drift wood, and trash floated harmlessly.
The crab chasers ran and played like feathered grey hounds.
The sea gulls floated and sank with the gusts aiding their flight.
The pelicans glided thru the sky and dove deep for their prey.
But still something was missing, the picture not complete.
Or was it more than something, perhaps it was something(s).
Yes, it was more than something that was missing, gone forever more.
So there I stood, the waves touching my toes as if sent to do so.
All the while no shadow did I cast, for at peace and whole I was.
Then as if an after thought a sign appeared…a lone osprey did call.
And now in sight, my old friend the fine feathered arrow,
Dancing with the wind and striking a lethal clawed bend.
But still missing the water was not complete as I looked hard in dim light.
And there, finally I saw the picture complete. First the dolphin and tarpon,
Then the spout and splash of that monster known only to the deep.
He rose and turned making a thunderous sound, breaking the barriers of the waves.
The water spread in all directions…my heart skipped a beat as I saw this sight.
Now the grey one came to visit with his voice as loud as the constants.
And to me only he spoke, and this he had to say…..
“Go in Peace and Go in Glory….for yours is a legacy in the making.”
As I bowed my head and thanked the all knowing wise one,
I realized with hope and honor I was brought to this place.
This time in the present, shaped by the past and knowing the future.
To do and say what must be done and what must be said.
And let the chips fall where they may, for my lot is already cast.
And as I turn to walk the beach, the moon does come and a shadow is cast.
A shadow that has been with me since the beginning of my time.
And will be with me thru the ages and the end times.
My soul guides my sprit, my sprit leads my heart and my heart consoles my brain.
In this way I travel to the next curve, the next wave, the next night, the next beach.
And hopefully the scene will be complete, or backwards I’ll go, but not wanted.
For I have been there and done that and although special a new bridge awaits,
And like all the others I will cross it, if I have to climb it or swim it,
I will make it to the other side, or die trying which is also not wanted.
But in life all is not fair, but only because the devil makes it so.
Look for your scene, look for your beach, look for your whale,
And in it I hope you find a piece of Heaven, for it is all there.
It is not what it is or what it was but what it will be, depending on you.
Do not let outside forces distract you from your vision of this life.
Do not let what you watch and hear always effect what you feel.
First impressions are often right, like that tug at your gut.
So listen and watch and what you touch and smell will effect what you feel.
And may that feeling be one of Grace and Hope for in these things…you’ll find Heaven.
Blessed Days and Peaceful Nights Dreams.
Your Brother in the Word:
© B.A.S. …{:…. 12/20/2008 4:00 PM EST
In His Majesties Service:
Ezekiel 21, Psalm 42, Proverbs 7
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Prayer
Enjoy... this is also posted in the early beginnings of this blog.
Have a safe and blessed evening. I haven' given up hope on my Jags yet. But a third selection in the draft looks very appealing. Let's not screw up the receiver pick again...OK...
Prayer:
Lord can you please hear my prayer now
It’s not for me for You to show
But these earthly souls need to know
How Your Love can make a heart glow
Lord my knees are on dirty soil
For this world is in such turmoil
That it makes my mind, as if oil
And in my haste it starts to boil
Lord for this world I to you pray
That thru Your Blessing I can say
Many others with their soul pay
To understand the life long fray
Lord can you hear my prayer now
It’s not for me I hope to show
For others a gentle wind blow
Relax, a peaceful stream to flow
Lord, I am Yours for the taking
Guide me, my heart not forsaking
I see others who are faking
Their souls one day will be baking
Lord hear my prayer in due time
Cast out all this unwanted crime
I know this is only a rhyme
In Your Glory it hopes to shine.
Lord can You hear their prayers now
It’s not for us for You to show
Your peaceful wind and gentle flow
To those souls who don’t know Your glow
Lord why is their such awful pain?
Their hearts cry every time it rains
Some live life with a weak vein
Only thru You can their strength gain
Lord let us live on Your mountain
Shower us with Your Love Fountain
These words Your Promise has spoken
Faith waits the seals to be broken
8/17/05 & 8/26/05
© Bryan A. Stross
Post edit 11/5/2022. 4:24 AM. EST
Let those that have ears… hear
Those that hear & refuse it’s message
Do not deserve to have ears… to begin with
✨✝️🕊😎🇺🇸🐝🐈🦌🐚🦋🦉🦅🦬🙏
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Success
Twenty years ago my mother gave me the following poem written by Mr. Dicksons.
I had just became the installation manager of Entron Inc.. A low voltage systems contractor in Largo, Florida. I had worked there for three years. I started out as a lead technician and gradually climbed into management. I have many fond memories of my time at Entron Inc. The owner Mr. Shipway, his wife, office assistant Myrna, warehouse manager Spencer, CAD operator George and lead tech Johnny and others are still a part of my life and memories.
Entron was a 1.5 million dollar a year company with about 15 employees. My most cherished memories are of my mentor and close friend Mike Phillips, he was the branch manager and hired me originally. Mike passed about five years ago after Thanksgiving dinner with his extended family in Clearwater, Florida. It was his favorite holiday and he made an awesome stuffing from scratch. I can hardly write these words as my tears cloud my eyes with a tragedy that haunts me daily. Mike died of what is called a widow makers heart attack. It is an instant and total blockage of one or more major arteries involved with the heart and overall blood circulation. He had just had a physical a month earlier and was given a clean bill of health, which to this day I have questioned. Facts about the widow maker are simple…you have five minutes max to get help. Mike was watching TV on the sofa in the middle of the night (probably watching Star Trek). Every one was asleep and as the blockage progressed he was at a loss for his breath and couldn’t even scream out. His wife, Ann, found him on the floor when she awoke the next morning.
As I write this ”I Still Miss You” is playing on one of the local radio stations (99.1 WQIK FM). These are the “signs” of life’s greater meanings that I often write about. I miss you buddy and “I Wish You Were Here”. “Your Gonna Miss This” is on the radio now…unfortunately for Mike he never had the chance to see his 50’s. But I know he’s up there and is watching and mentoring me constantly. Love you buddy, I never told you but I know you know. Here’s to the success we had at Entron. From all your fellow Entronians... CHEERS !!!
Quoting Dicksons:
“If you think you are beaten you are:
If you think you dare not, you don’t.
If you’d like to win, but think you can’t,
It’s almost a cinch you won’t.
If you think you’ll lose, you’re lost:
For out in the world we find
Success begins with a fellow’s will,
It’s all in the state of mind.
Life’s battles don’t always go
To the stronger or faster man:
But soon or late the man who wins
Is the one who thinks he can.”
Love, Mom
B.A.S. 12/3/08 …:}….
In his Service Always
Psalm 42 Proverbs 24
I had just became the installation manager of Entron Inc.. A low voltage systems contractor in Largo, Florida. I had worked there for three years. I started out as a lead technician and gradually climbed into management. I have many fond memories of my time at Entron Inc. The owner Mr. Shipway, his wife, office assistant Myrna, warehouse manager Spencer, CAD operator George and lead tech Johnny and others are still a part of my life and memories.
Entron was a 1.5 million dollar a year company with about 15 employees. My most cherished memories are of my mentor and close friend Mike Phillips, he was the branch manager and hired me originally. Mike passed about five years ago after Thanksgiving dinner with his extended family in Clearwater, Florida. It was his favorite holiday and he made an awesome stuffing from scratch. I can hardly write these words as my tears cloud my eyes with a tragedy that haunts me daily. Mike died of what is called a widow makers heart attack. It is an instant and total blockage of one or more major arteries involved with the heart and overall blood circulation. He had just had a physical a month earlier and was given a clean bill of health, which to this day I have questioned. Facts about the widow maker are simple…you have five minutes max to get help. Mike was watching TV on the sofa in the middle of the night (probably watching Star Trek). Every one was asleep and as the blockage progressed he was at a loss for his breath and couldn’t even scream out. His wife, Ann, found him on the floor when she awoke the next morning.
As I write this ”I Still Miss You” is playing on one of the local radio stations (99.1 WQIK FM). These are the “signs” of life’s greater meanings that I often write about. I miss you buddy and “I Wish You Were Here”. “Your Gonna Miss This” is on the radio now…unfortunately for Mike he never had the chance to see his 50’s. But I know he’s up there and is watching and mentoring me constantly. Love you buddy, I never told you but I know you know. Here’s to the success we had at Entron. From all your fellow Entronians... CHEERS !!!
Quoting Dicksons:
“If you think you are beaten you are:
If you think you dare not, you don’t.
If you’d like to win, but think you can’t,
It’s almost a cinch you won’t.
If you think you’ll lose, you’re lost:
For out in the world we find
Success begins with a fellow’s will,
It’s all in the state of mind.
Life’s battles don’t always go
To the stronger or faster man:
But soon or late the man who wins
Is the one who thinks he can.”
Love, Mom
B.A.S. 12/3/08 …:}….
In his Service Always
Psalm 42 Proverbs 24
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Sarah
Letter to Mr. Shelton Hull---Folio Magazine
Jacksonville Florida---March / April 2006
Mr. Shelton Hull:
I picked up the latest Folio a few evenings ago and was moved to tears (more than once) by your column. You were right, no other article was worth reading.
The story of Sarah and the tragedy which unfolded is hard to understand. I do not know you and unfortunately never had the pleasure of meeting your “Sunshine” Sarah. God works in mysterious ways we often struggle to understand.
Please sir, use this unfortunate twist of fate to strengthen yourself and you will enhance all those you have the fortunate task of writing to. You have a wonderful outlet as a column writer for Folio. Use it and this senseless crime to hopefully make the world a better place in her honor.
God bless you as He blessed Sarah thru her life. She is that second shadow you see of yourself when the light is just right. She is that gust of wind on an otherwise calm day.
Humble prayers and peace in all you do. Thank you for your column; I just wish the murder of Sarah would have not caused its writing.
A friend in Christ:
Bryan A. Stross
Jacksonville, Florida 32207
Jacksonville Florida---March / April 2006
Mr. Shelton Hull:
I picked up the latest Folio a few evenings ago and was moved to tears (more than once) by your column. You were right, no other article was worth reading.
The story of Sarah and the tragedy which unfolded is hard to understand. I do not know you and unfortunately never had the pleasure of meeting your “Sunshine” Sarah. God works in mysterious ways we often struggle to understand.
Please sir, use this unfortunate twist of fate to strengthen yourself and you will enhance all those you have the fortunate task of writing to. You have a wonderful outlet as a column writer for Folio. Use it and this senseless crime to hopefully make the world a better place in her honor.
God bless you as He blessed Sarah thru her life. She is that second shadow you see of yourself when the light is just right. She is that gust of wind on an otherwise calm day.
Humble prayers and peace in all you do. Thank you for your column; I just wish the murder of Sarah would have not caused its writing.
A friend in Christ:
Bryan A. Stross
Jacksonville, Florida 32207
The Sky
At times I look to the sky. Others wonder why.
When I do this many, many times I see a sign.
A hawk, an osprey, a flock of birds, an eagle, a cloud formation, or jet streak(s).
The sun and moon help to glisten the sky.
The stars twinkle their message always there to remind us.
We are not alone. Our sun is a small star.
Look to the night sky, what do you see?
You see all those stars?
Each one holds the promise of life.
Each one holds the possibility of a habitable planet.
I look to the sky and I see hope.
I feel the future and I know…
We are not alone.
© B.A.S. 4/27/2006 …:}….
In His Service:
Genesis Chapter One
When I do this many, many times I see a sign.
A hawk, an osprey, a flock of birds, an eagle, a cloud formation, or jet streak(s).
The sun and moon help to glisten the sky.
The stars twinkle their message always there to remind us.
We are not alone. Our sun is a small star.
Look to the night sky, what do you see?
You see all those stars?
Each one holds the promise of life.
Each one holds the possibility of a habitable planet.
I look to the sky and I see hope.
I feel the future and I know…
We are not alone.
© B.A.S. 4/27/2006 …:}….
In His Service:
Genesis Chapter One
Like No Other
You hurt me like no other
I thought you my brother
But greed has replaced your spirit
When you talk I can hear it
Of this world you worship
And that is a sinking ship
Of the Heavens you should seek
For it is reserved for the meek
Do not let your love of this world
Cloud your mind, your stomach will hurl
This world is the devils domain
Temptation, your soul he hopes to gain
Do not be fooled, do not be dumb
For one day He will surely come
And replace all this selfish greed
With a Blessing of Loves Humble Seed.
It must come to me in dreams
For in the morning it seems
That from my hand it flows
Not thinking about what I know
For mine is nothing
I know not what is coming
It just happens and then it leaves
Leaving me to wonder if it really is me
Or some one else in dreams I see
These thoughts come and go
The special ones I hold dear
Sometimes thou I tremble in fear
As if in some kind of zone
It cuts to your very bone
And as your blood spills crimson
Pray peacefully for the Glory of the Son.
© B.A.S. 3/14/2006 …:}…
In His Service:
Matthew 18…Luke 15
I thought you my brother
But greed has replaced your spirit
When you talk I can hear it
Of this world you worship
And that is a sinking ship
Of the Heavens you should seek
For it is reserved for the meek
Do not let your love of this world
Cloud your mind, your stomach will hurl
This world is the devils domain
Temptation, your soul he hopes to gain
Do not be fooled, do not be dumb
For one day He will surely come
And replace all this selfish greed
With a Blessing of Loves Humble Seed.
It must come to me in dreams
For in the morning it seems
That from my hand it flows
Not thinking about what I know
For mine is nothing
I know not what is coming
It just happens and then it leaves
Leaving me to wonder if it really is me
Or some one else in dreams I see
These thoughts come and go
The special ones I hold dear
Sometimes thou I tremble in fear
As if in some kind of zone
It cuts to your very bone
And as your blood spills crimson
Pray peacefully for the Glory of the Son.
© B.A.S. 3/14/2006 …:}…
In His Service:
Matthew 18…Luke 15
For Richard M.
About three weeks ago I met two men, it was Veterans day. The elderly man was a thirty year vet who had served in several campaigns. I met him at the Veterans Wall in Jacksonville. He invited me to his house to share stories, bought me lunch and invited me fishing the next day. The younger man I met that night. He was fishing illegally at the Met Park Docks. This is a story of the two men. I don't remember the younger mans name, but I do remember the smell of alcohol on his breath. However, I will never forget Richard...and I hope to fish again with him soon.
Two Fishermen
I met two men today,
Both fishers of the sea.
One for pleasure, One for pay.
One by day, One by night
One elderly and fragile.
One young and strong.
One with a cat, One with a dog.
One with a wife, One with a can.
One with a house, One with a truck.
One with a motor boat and trailer.
One with a row boat in the back.
One exempt from the license.
One running from the law.
One by day to see better.
One by night to not be caught.
One of distinction and honor.
One of callousness and contempt.
One for fun but less skilled.
One for cash but with stolen gear.
One caught much fewer but bigger.
One caught much more but smaller.
One fished as if in heaven.
One fished in his own hell.
One was happy even when empty.
One was never happy even when full.
I met a man today a great fisherman of the sea.
I met another man today but no fisherman was he.
© B.A.S. 12/1/08 …:}…
In His Service:
Psalm 114....Proverbs 14
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I'm going to share a piece of my life with you that only a handful of people know...and half of them are dead. It's a love story, ...
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Yesterday I reposted “Planting Seeds.” It can be a confusing topic, our relationship with God, how we fight godless temptations & the ... -
Spiritual Warfare 10/10/2023 While most of us here in the United States enjoyed a good night's sleep...many in this world were not as fo...