Thursday, March 22, 2018

Some Things Just Don't Make Sense


Some Things Just Don’t Make Sense
© 2018 by P Michael Biggs



Some things just don’t make sense.
Have you ever felt that way?
Join me for some
musings on this large subject.

The seed in an avocado –
that makes no sense. 
It’s large, and it cuts down
on the deliciousness inside.

Why aren’t Almond Joy candy bars
on the free food list?
Good stuff inside –
coconut, almonds,
a bit of sugar,
and a yummy chocolate coating.
That makes no sense.

I don’t understand algorithms.
I’m not a math whiz, and this is beyond me.
Why does Facebook
change its algorithms often?
Who or from what are they
keeping my posts?

When we live in a ‘free society’,
why do others, even friends,
condemn me for my choices
at the voting booth?
I let them vote for their candidate.
I want the same freedom
without comment and condemnation,
and especially without threat 
of being de-friended.

That just makes no sense.

Why do people text and drive?
I was an accident victim of this once.
Thankfully I survived.
So many others don’t.

Why are there ‘holy wars’?
Isn’t God big enough for all of us?
Is He so territorial, or is it ‘they’?
I don’t understand.

Why is contentment so hard to grasp?
Is it the old “grass is greener” idea,
or is it just green-eyed greed?

Why did God make 
cauliflower and broccoli?
And why are they good for you?
I was made to eat those 
as a kid sometimes.
I much prefer pecan pie.
Doesn’t make sense.

Why am I smarter now, at the end of life?
I could have used some of this wisdom
when I was twenty-five,
or fifty-six.
That doesn’t make sense.

Why do I love reading Tom Sawyer
and hate reading Plato?
I suppose they both can
teach a person a lot.

Why is there not 
an egg in eggplant?

That just doesn’t make sense.


Why do noses run
and feet smell?

Well, time is up.
What have I gained from this?
Perhaps, a continuation someday of
things that just don’t make sense.


Sunday, March 18, 2018

Church


Church
© 2018 by P Michael Biggs

I attended a different church today;
different from my regular place.
Different people, different songs mostly,
different format. A lot of differences.

They had us standing and sitting,
and standing and sitting again.
Three or four times in all.
For me, standing does not enhance
why I go to church.

I’m there to see what God moment
I might experience.
I don’t think God cares
if I stand or sit.

I was greeted by a few;
Dale and Barry, I remember mostly.
The songs I knew, I sang.
Otherwise I just hung out
in this new church,
waiting, listening,
hoping for my God moment.

A few phrases, bits and pieces mostly,
jumped out at me.
“Prone to wander”
“The Lord’s Prayer”
“Breathe on me Breath of God”

The last one, ‘Breathe on me’
was, perhaps a God moment.
It is/was a prayer of mine and
Has been for a few years now.

The breath of God.
Hmm – what is that all about, really?
Perhaps an essence of God.
Breath means life, alive, breathing.

Breathe on me … that’s intimate,
that’s close proximity.

I think I just hit onto something.
The prayer of being close to God,
intimate enough to really sense Him,
know him, feel Him.

Perhaps that is why I go to church.
Any more, I don’t need six songs,
and all the other attachments
thrown into today’s church experience.

I just want to have my God moment.