When in Rome...

“When in Rome” they say, I read
In a history book
"Not only do, but also as
The Romans you should look."
I had no mirror in which to gaze,
So I a photo took
Because my fear’s in a Toga,
I knew not how I’d look.

A Museuse of a word

I find my Muse amusing,
for humor I have writ.
But when my Muse makes horrid puns,
I find my Muse a twit.

The Music of the Spheres

“All nature sings
And around me rings
The music of the Spheres.”

“Space”, the dark frontier, the infinite void, unexplored, inexplorable. Man’s concept of the universe is not an infinitely large one, it is most certainly much closer to nonexistent. It is only a recent “advance” in thinking that “space” is mostly nothing with a few lifeless balls of fire and debris. Only recently, are the planets only stone, and the stars just burning gas. Not long ago, Planets moved in Spheres with the Earth as the center, not as the most important, but as the lowest. Every other direction was up. Those Spheres would make music on a cosmic scale, singing to their Creator, as the planets in their orbits would dance to their music.

Modern science cannot detect anything but electromagnetic waves coming from the stars, so they claim they are lifeless blobs on a dark background. To be sure, they can’t detect anymore from you. No, The stars sing in the Heavens! They harmonize, wheeling round in perfect obedience to their master, shining His light in the night, in an ever unfolding dance so perfectly choreographed, by The Perfect King of it all.

No, my friend, the Heavens are not void, but full of testimony of God, the Infinite Creator of us all.

Friendship

I remembered the poem! The poem God reflected, a few posts below, reminded me of this, and today at school I kept going over the rhythm of it over and over in my head, till, at a break, I remembered the words.

Here is a friendship poem:

Lord each day you make us close,
yes closer all the time.
Lord make us closer, closer still,
yes, closer still to thine.

Elks and Eels and Elephants....and Mimes.

Here's a poem that I found on my computer that I had forgotten all about. I like it.

The elks and the eels and the elephants
Sing out their sad song of silence.

The stars ceased singing the songs of the spheres
And looked down from heaven with weeping tears.

The king of the earth with ruinous words
Rejected the beasts, fish, and the birds,

Called himself the only king.
But God, true king of everything
Would not let man continue to sing.

Prelude, Chorus, verse one done.
Verse two begins with God’s own son


Here's another one I wrote for valentines day....


Since today is Valentine’s
I thought I would compose these lines.
Not for love; to woo or pine
But that you are a friend of mine.

I was looking for one specifically, but I can't seem to locate it. I'll have to find it and post it when i get the time. Till then, enjoy Mime Mortality:

It has been a long long time
I think I need to kill a Mime.
Because they will not ever cry
When forced to speak, they’d rather die.

This one I have no clue how it came to be. My Muse must have been on something at the time.

Txt

October 17, 2008
English 1110
Essay #4 Final Draft

“txt”

A hammer is designed to whack things. It is against the nature of the tool not to hit things with it. If you were to hold a hammer in your hand, it would be hard not to pound the dickens out of something. Technology, in a similar way, has a bias in how it is to be used. The quality of communication is an effect of the intrinsic limitations of technology.

The telephone, invented in 1876, is a device that allows you to talk to another person over short or vast distances. You can hear the tones and inflections in the other person’s voice that show emotion. It is, though, a far cry from talking to someone in person, as you lose gestures, facial expressions, and especially the emotion in their eyes. The gap between a face-to-face meeting and mere telephone speech is a large one, and the reduction from voice to print is even greater.

The printed word is a medium that lacks emotion. Inflection is reduced to punctuation. Even something as silly as, “I dislike your shabby poodle,” can be read as either offensive or sarcastic. The emotional ambiguity on its own gives you two options. You can say things that are unambiguous, or you can ambiguously say things with their emotion defined by context and punctuation. Cell phone text messaging is biased towards the latter. Texting cannot carry emotion. Any emotion shown is a product of context, but in texting context is stripped away. You can only send 160 characters per message, using nine keys instead of 26, and punctuation is hard to do, requiring more characters and keystrokes. You certainly cannot write a philosophical treatise over text. No, you can’t even really say anything important, as emotion, context, and length are removed. Both quality and quantity are lacking.

On the other hand, texting does positively allow us to send tiny bytes of knowledge to people without the need or bother of a phone call. You can send someone information who you know is in a meeting, or in a show. You can also use it if you need to say something when you can’t make noise. Texting is not without its uses, but the limitation of the tool defines what we can say with it. When people try to communicate something serious in a text message, it more often than not results in confusion and mixed messages. The limited capabilities of texting contribute to this negative result. When you try to say more than a medium is designed to communicate, your original meaning gets lost.

Proverbs 16:22 says, "A wise man’s heart guides his mouth." You are responsible not only for what you say but also how you say it. It is important to choose a way of communicating that is capable of expressing what you want to communicate. You must be wise in how you let the medium of communication affect your message.

L8er.

God Reflected

Infatuation is over and done with.
Folly of fools this fool hath been.
I tried to love in ways that lacked meaning;
Hurt you, hurt all, above hurting me.

God has taught me many great lessons;
My paths and choices He has directed.
Love does not envy or boast in pride;
Love in truth is God reflected.

And so as a friend I send you this message
My changed character lends that it’s true.
I do not love with foolish attraction
But as a friend, I truly love you.

Thank you dear friend for all that you mean
to me in my life; I look now and see.
I pray that as I draw closer to God,
You will be drawn closer to me.

Till death do you part

The sound of the mower's low droning was slightly less than the music playing pleasantly in my ears, expertly delivered by my matte black Ipod clipped to my belt, when my pocket started to vibrate, thrown back and forth by my use-beaten cell phone within. It's oscillations warned me right on time that it was a quarter to five. I cut for ten minutes more, then parked that powerful machine and went inside. I quickly ran up to my room and turned on my computer. I logged into the web conference. The video and audio streamed at tens of frames per second, with mere milliseconds of delay from their original source, the wedding of Liz and Luke Nieuwsma. The last of the guests were being seated as I arrived. "Oh, It's Mr. and Mrs. Wells. And little Henry!" Then the parents and grandparents were seated. "Oh, there's George! He looks so sharp in his tux! Oh, Robert! Ooh, there's Mrs. C!" With a change in the beautiful music of the organ, the bridesmaids started coming down the isle, starting the processional. The first three I didn't know. "Oh, it's Faith! She looks so happy! Oh, Kate's right behind her!" They all looked beautiful and incredibly joyful. Then Liz Callihan appeared in the doorway. Her joy, her elegant gracefulness was complemented by the wise face of her father, who was holding her arm proudly. He looked like such a big man, a stature that matched his favor with God and men. Liz's face glowed through her veil as she met her husband soon to be. The ceremony was beautiful, and was a testament to Luke and Liz, to the Callihans and Nieuwsmas, and to God. "Do you Luke, Liz...till death do you part?" "I do" "I do" "By the authority vested in me by God and the state of Idaho, I now pronounce you Man and Wife. (you may now kiss the bride.)"

:)

God bless Luke and Liz and their lives together. May they always trust in Him and may their children be a testament to their parents and their own faithfulness. God bless, and Amen.