The Trouble with Washing Cars
The color was white
but the winter has been hard
even for the cars.
“You need to wash it,”
they said to me more than once
“It is a white car.”
At last, I listened
and I paid ten whole dollars
to wash the car clean.
The very next day
it rained and snowed and rained more
on my so clean car.
That is not the end,
as I drove home on wet roads
scowling the whole ride
a dirty mean rock
left a chip in my windshield.
Bleeping-bleep rock chip.
Yes, this is a drought
(sigh) so I should be thankful
for all the moisture.
And am I grateful?
I have no pleasant comment –
ask me later, k?
© 2014 ck’s days
Some days…
Abraham and Isaac
Genesis 22
Abraham said to Isaac,
“Son, come with me.
It is time to sacrifice
come learn and see.”
Isaac walked with Abraham,
and saw his father shed a tear.
Finally he asked softly ,
“Why did we come here?”
Abraham taught Isaac,
“Son, the Lord is leading me
we made a covenant
and I am not sure how it will be.
Right now, I am lost
I cannot see the end
but I trust the Lord
because he hears me again and again.
This has caused sleepless nights
filled with prayer and fret.
All I know is it will work out
but I do not know how, quite yet.
I love you son,
always know I love you
this thing I have been asked
is the hardest I will ever do.
I do not know how but I believe
a miracle is in store
because the Lord keeps his promises
forevermore, forevermore.
Do you trust me son?
Trust in me like I trust the Lord
there are blessings
that are in store.”
Isaac replied to Abraham,
“I am not sure I can see
but I trust in you
and I know this must be.”
Abraham offered Isaac,
but an angel stopped his hand.
The lesson was taught
so all could understand.
The lesson of Abraham and Isaac:
Trust in the covenants you make
because the Lord always does, too.
And know there is one who took your place
and made the sacrifice for you.
© 2014 ck’s days
What’s on PBS tonight?
I never used to watch PBS. In fact, I made fun of people who watched public programming. Sort of. I mocked them by mocking myself. I’ve even described people by saying things like, “She’s PBS and I’m E!. We will never be friends.”
I’d like to point out it’s been years since I’ve watched anything on E!. This confession has nothing to do with this post, I just want to put it out there.
Peculiar
My Awesome Prayer
Sometimes I pray to be awesome
and I wait for that gift to come.
Open letter to J. Bieber redux
Just over a year ago I wrote an open letter to Justin Bieber. None of my posts garner much attention and usually are forgotten fairly quickly. As you can see, this one received one like (from a friend) on WordPress. I think it also received one or two likes on my Facebook page. All in all, it was not a well-received piece. But that’s okay, I’m used to that response.
However, as it sat high in the blogosphere, it actually received a couple of comments.
The first one from “Jared”:
Really how can I argue with such a well thought and literate statement such as this? As you can see, I couldn’t. Expecially when Jared so ably pointed out there is no harm in the consumptions of hamrless substances. There is no refuting such a insightful dispute.
Today I received yet another comment on this dormant post from smh:
So… this makes everything all right? Perhaps Mr. Bieber didn’t post the original status. If that’s the case it makes it even worse. That’s the persona he is giving off to people? That’s the example he’s setting? Whether he typed the words or someone typed it for him that is still the attitude he flagrantly exhibits. And that is my whole point exactly.
In the end, despite the two comments that this post received, I stand by my statement. Mr. Jared and Mr or Ms smh you have not convinced me otherwise. But thanks for stopping by!
Coming Home
Standing at the front door
looking in, looking in
remembering
what it feels like to be inside.
Randomly weird compliments
We were walking down the hallway together.
She works in a different department but I’ve seen her around the office. We smile politely and say hi to one another. You know, when you’re friendly to someone but you have no idea what his or her name is. We’ve all been there I think. That point of oh-dear-it’s-too-late-to-ask-your-name-because-you-think-I-already-know-it. In other words, an awkward phase.




