For out of Zion shall go forth the law

 

The law of Zion spreading wide

shall tear down unjust rules and pride.

So once again Edenic views

will surely all the earth infuse.

Then mountains ring with promise sweet

that Zion's rule parts chaff from wheat!

Today's Timericks.

 

George and Abe sell mattresses/upon this holiday/Auto loans are offered/in their patriotic way/Americans are shopping/to show they won't forget/great presidents by going/so darn deeply into debt!

No place there is like home sweet home/for terrorists to grimly roam/born and bred in USA/they lust to kill us every day/they carry guns and don't wear mask/and shoot you if you dare to ask/just why they hate their own country/to them it's all conspiracy.

I'm the Dali Lama, though I do not like to boast/That other guy I leave alone; he's just a whipping post/I was chosen as a child by monastery staff/but when I learned what it entailed/I sat right back and laughed/Who needs that kind of pressure or the expectations great/People either love you or, if Chinese, really hate/I abdicated quickly and became a dharma bum/I never have regretted living my life so humdrum.

Make me not a ruler of the people

 

Make me not a ruler over men, but just my heart.

So I can have the power to begin a brand new start.

Elected or hereditary, power in my hand

without the Savior in my life leads to a desert land.

Mercy, grace, and justice, are not mine to take or give;

the Lord alone administers the way I ought to live.

Today's Timericks.

 

I love a hard boiled egg or two/the problem is what do I do/to peel the shells without mishap/I always turn 'em into scrap/the shell and egg so intermixed/that enjoyment sure is nixed/Guess I'll fry 'em up instead/and let cholesterol strike me dead.

Republicans have good digestion/they can swallow garbage ripe/but their innards couldn't handle/Donald Trump's decaying tripe/Some now are regurgitating/all his poisonous baloney/willing to put up with colleagues/nascent acrimony. 

A poet's life is awful sweet/if you ignore the balance sheet/My reputation may improve/but not my money market groove/My idle verses gather moss/but what care I -- I have no boss/My only goal is someday that/I'll pen a new "Casey at the Bat."  

Beauty for ashes.

 

Beauty for ashes is what you can gain

by following God and not thinking it vain.

His followers know that the clinkers won't last;

that only the Lord will help them to get past

to beauty and wonder and all that is right

with daily repentance and daily delight.

Photo Essay: This week's Postcards to the President.

 

Today's timericks.

 

Watch your P's and Q's, reporters/but especially your N's/cuz otherwise you'll find yourself/with a dearth of friends/Once a pack of hypocrites has gotten on your scent/your editor abandons you/and your career has went/Take my advice and only use/the blandest of bland nouns/and you can never be accused/of going out of bounds.

Ev'ryone's a witness when it comes to Trump's high jinks/We all have read his postings on a host of public links/Baiting race and spreading hate were all his stock in trade/Anyone can testify he is a renegade/So send him on a world wide tour like presidents of old/and let him start at Gitmo, and stay there till he's old.

The Post Office is awful slow/and now it's getting slower/while stamps are going up in price/(please get me a snow blower!)/Ben Franklin wouldn't like the way/that USPS functions/and wouldn't put a bit of stock/in DeJoy's bland unctions.  

The people that walked in darkness have seen a great light

 

If men prefer to walk alone in darkness and not light

they only find dim ignorance and that all things are trite.

But those who place their hope in God will walk a sunny lane

that leads them on to joy when their true home they do regain.

Today's timericks.

 

People fall in love in elevators all the time/according to the movies it's the sweetest paradigm/But I do not believe it; romance in a sardine can/is for the daydreamer or perhaps for Peter Pan/Me, I like the backseat of a car, or movie show/Someplace where imagination has the time to flow!

Big Pharma was gouged by fines

for boosting the opioid scourge.

And no one makes a ruction

when they take a tax deduction

for that monetary purge

that improves their bottom lines.

In this here pandemic all the greasy spoons agree/there ain't no rhyme or reason when to start or shut -- phooey!/Bring in lots of wait staff and the Health Board says to fold/Send 'em home and suddenly your joint will be paroled/Open up a food truck, all you chefs who tear your hair/running over Health Board staff without a single care.

How I Plan My Community Meals

 

I'm happy & grateful to be able to serve free community meals from my door again here at Valley Villa.

In case you were wondering how I plan the meals I offer for free here at Valley Villa in Provo, Utah -- here's the inside scoop:

I treat my meal planning like a competition on the Food Channel, called "What Can I Make With Donated Foodstuffs today?"

Each day I go through my pantry, checking canned goods, and combing my refrigerator for fresh produce, eggs, and dairy. Then I get creative and start thinking up combinations.

For instance, today's community meal of Chinese Pork and Brown Rice is based on the fact that someone gave me a big package of boneless pork chops and another person gave me a big package of brown rice and a bottle of soy sauce. So I threw the chops in the slow cooker with some fresh veggies that I have been given, added two tablespoons of soy sauce, some red pepper flakes, ground cloves, ginger, and pepper corns, and two cups of water. The result is what I call Chinese Pork. The brown rice goes in the rice cooker as soon as I finish writing and posting this.

I try never to spend more than twenty dollars of my own money each week on community meals, since, like many of you, I am on a fixed income. Most of that money goes for spices, herbs, fresh produce, and pickles. 

I hope that explains my menu choices. For instance right now I have a package of salmon, a package of pollock, and a package of tilapia fillets in the freezer, all donated by generous neighbors. What to do with them? Individually, they are not enough to feed everyone that might come to my door -- but if I combine them into a fish chowder, with lots of potatoes, etc., then there will be plenty for everybody..

Get the picture?