Suite to Mercy

Suite to Mercy

 

I am a sinner

He is mercy.

I know nothing

He is mercy.

My confidence often deceives me

He is mercy

My personal interpretation of scripture scares me

He is mercy

My personal faith without actions is dead, not sick, not wrong, dead

He is mercy

I often disappoint Him

He is mercy

In all sincerity, I don't always trust Him

He is mercy

The paths I take in life often lead to cliffs

He is mercy

I hope for a perfect act of love before I die

He is mercy

He is mercy

He is mercy

 

wkm

Oxford MS

For Sinners and St. Therese the Little Flower 

48

As I began my 48th year on this green brown and blue planet hurtling through space this morning at 4:00,
I went for a walk.
It was misting rain and the wind was blowing yellow, gold, orange and rust colored leaves around me..
As if the wind was working with the leaves to create a sense of awe for anyone who noticed.
I am thankful for another day.
For my wonderful wife and son.
Our dogs and cats..
good friends...
speaking of dogs,
As I turned onto a side street I was greeted happily by a three legged dog.
His master called for her but she did not stop hop/running to me, wagging her tale and smiling.
I bent down and rubbed her ears..
She was possibly one of the happiest dogs I have ever met.
She started playing with me and barking merrily.
Her master walked up and shook my hand, apologizing for her exuberance.
I quickly made it clear that I am a dog lover at which he said he could clearly see.
I asked him if she ever seemed bothered by losing her front left leg.
He said, "Heck no."

wkm
Nashville

Smash Up The Honkytonks

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Here is a tune inspired by Jeff telling me a story about his dad as a young boy..hope you like it


Smash up the Honkytonks

Preacher started screaming

"Destroy the Honkytonks!!"

"Those vile hang-outs of Satan

Where sinners do just what sinners want!"

"Take your bats and go

Wait until they close!

Break down their evil doors

Destroy it all,

so they won't pour, the devil's brew here anymore!!!!"

Daddy, where we goin?

Is Marvin coming too?

How come you got them bats in your hand daddy?,

what we gonna do?

"Boys, we serving God tonight,

Doing what He says is right,

He's called us to this battle boys,

against the devil we will fight!!"

We were smashing up the Honkytonks!

Doing it for God!

We were smashing up the Honkytonks

Doing it for God!

The smell of Bourbon, Gin and Rum,

The sound of bottles smashed and flung

Me and Marvin watched it all,

As daddy did what he was called...to do.

"Take your bats and go

Wait until they close!

Break down their evil doors

Destroy it all so they won't pour,

the devils's brew there anymore!!!!"

We were smashing up the Honkytonks!

Doing it for God!

We were smashing up the Honkytonks

Doing it for God!

Lyrics W. Keith Moore, Music Jeff Gordon

Crow Community (with Painting by Bob Orsillo)

When I walk outside at dawn in Oxford, there are crows.
Not a few, but an entire community..
They live where we live.
Once I counted 57 before they flew and changed trees.
The sound is a cacophony, a symphony warming up..
Conversations show personality and emotion.
Some caw slowly and then listen..I call them the Listeners.
Some caw like my aunts speak to each other at a family reunion,
with rapid staccato words and tones of complaint and laughter.
I call them the Gossips.
Their jet black color fills the stark bare gray trees of winter...
it is beautiful.
I have joined the conversation a few times..
Some are humored by my attempt to caw like they do.
One flew toward me, coming very close.
We made eye contact..
I think he was more than curious.
His single caw as he passed sounded friendly.
I calmly lifted my left hand and waved with two fingers.
"Peace" i said.

wkm
Nashville

Crow Community

When I walk outside at dawn in Oxford, there are crows.
Not a few, but an entire community..
They live where we live.
Once I counted 57 before they flew and changed trees.
The sound is a cacophony, a symphony warming up..
Conversations show personality and emotion.
Some caw slowly and then listen..I call them the Listeners.
Some caw like my aunts speak to each other at a family reunion,
with rapid staccato words and tones of complaint and laughter.
I call them the Gossips.
Their jet black color fills the stark bare gray trees of winter...
it is beautiful.
I have joined the conversation a few times..
Some are humored by my attempt to caw like they do.
One flew toward me, coming very close.
We made eye contact..
I think he was more than curious.
His single caw as he passed sounded friendly.
I calmly lifted my left hand and waved with two fingers.
"Peace" i said.

wkm
Nashville

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peace,

wkm

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Peace,
wkm