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

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.

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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”:

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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:

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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!

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.

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