And be set up as a free people

 

Freedom has no truck with creed

and the hatred it can breed.

Honest faith in God prepared

liberty to be declared

to this people in the past --

will we repent to make it last?

What if they'd finished the tower?

 

What if they'd finished the tower?

What if God didn't say "Boo?"

Then all the rabble in that spot in Babel

could rise to the deep cobalt blue.

The heavens would be a way station,

as mankind ascended amain;

we'd pinwheel past Saturn in such a grand pattern

the angels would turn quite profane!

Today's timericks.

 

I'm drinking soda water

like I have never done.

The calories nonexistent 

make belching lots of fun.

I serve it solamente

to all my kin and guests;

it makes them very sober

and keeps away the pests.

A hundred pardons in a day

looks to be Trump's going away

bonus to posterity

to laud his own vulgarity.

I dilly and I dally 

when I'm working off-site, since

it takes a lot of effort 

to create a decent blintz.

It's not that I don't love my job

or hate my Mactintosh,

but since the kitchen is nearby

I like a little nosh.

 

My health may be indiff'rent

and my fortune's on the wane.

The rainy day has come at last

and sometimes there is pain.

Visitors are few and far between --

but what care I?

My sense of humor is intact --

I still can throw a pie!

Social-Media Algorithms Rule How We See the World. Good Luck Trying to Stop Them. (WSJ)

 

The sea gulls shriek at 

the waves working

to move the shore.

They still laugh 

when it finally shifts.

And so do we.

The God of the Jews and the Gentiles.

 

The God of the Jews and the Gentiles

is one and the same deity.

He loves and he cares for his children,

no matter what faith they may be.

Agnostic or firm non-believer,

his kindness and mercy extend

to ev'ryone here on his foot stool --

on him alone we can depend!

Photo Essay: New Postcards Mailed to President Elect Joe Biden.

 

Two Haiku.

 

In the winter

can the song remain

after the bird has flown?

This winter wind

brings no comfort --

like the handshake

of a dead friend.

Sustaining the law of the land

 

Sustaining the law of the land

is what we are called on to do;

as citizens and as a flock,

we honor, obey, and eschew

all mobs and the bunk they embrace

if we are to see our God's face.

Two Haiku.

 

A bad blow

makes the nail

bow its head

In the food desert

a child sees a cabbage --

what is it? she wonders,

biting her nails. 

Today's timericks.

 

Joe Biden, like old Honest Abe/wants his country bad to save/More partisan than dogs and cats/is he the one to heal our spats?/Right now the bigger question looms/Will Trump vacate the White House rooms?

Banks will lend a helping hand/when you borrow fifty grand/They will keep it quick and fun/All they want's your first born son/Your friendly banker likes to loan/so he can squeeze blood from a stone/Luckily my credit score/keeps all bankers from my door.

When I fill my car with gas/I'm offered pheasant under glass/fresh ground coffee and baguette/imported cheese, let's not forget/My local station is inclined/to serve me maple bacon rind/This gourmet splendor is a treat/too bad they ran all out of Heet.