TWO POINTS SHORT

You have to know that no matter how good you are and how many wonderful deeds you do in your life, when you come to knock on St Peter’s gate, he will greet you with such grace, he will look up your score and let you know that you are one of the best, but you are just two points short.  As you turn to walk the other way, you may remember This Poem.

TWO POINTS SHORT

You do not need to know who I am to hear my voice.

I am obscured from you by an absolute choice.

You may want to start spending your efforts and your time

But if you do the meaning will be lost in the rhyme

Getting old and realizing your name becomes the focus of the day

You haven’t lost it; it is just located further back than you can say,

Having your bloated body plucked, sucked, poked, and rolled in a loop

Life has become centered on the waking moments giving way to pee and poop

You wonder and wander back to a remembered time when you were the king of the ball

You remember it well, that foggy hog stealing your memory; all

Changing the order of things blocking thoughts, ideas, and dreams

You are strapped to the mattress, but they don’t have your mind, but neither do you.

It can’t be night again, what happened to the events of the day, your debut

Was it yesterday or the day before when you arrived here in this cave, a tunnel of being?

Peace and hopelessness resigned, calming your mind leaving your ears to ring.

You have given of your time and moved along as they have prescribed,

Where’s the light at the end of this event.  You’ve certainly tried.

Ahh, here is the help, here is the light, it shines on somewhere; it is waiting for you.

You see the light shining in prisms, you and the others in the room, here’s your crew

You move towards the line that is forming, as you are whisked along to the front

You are the center of attention. Are you the only one?

You hear the voices discussing all that you have done.

Your deeds, contributions, indications, hesitations, retributions and tribulations

Your strivings generate peace through instruction, love through modeling, contributions

Your prerequisite for truth and honesty shine through the assemblage piled high

Your cooperation in matters concerning the masses is legendary, essential, will never die

Your quest for trustworthiness and loyalty among all is illuminated time and time again

Your visions and hope for humanity won prizes, awards and claims a distinction; Bien.

Your responsibility towards justice and mercy for all mankind gave you benevolence

Your charity and kindness have been rewarded by never keeping us in suspense,

But through the loving, guiding, teaching, training, giving, hoping, and caring,

Doing and saying the right thing came as naturally as the load you were bearing

You find out you are two points short for eternity’s entrance fee.

Pearly Gates sure looked good all along the way, the ones now you can actually see.

No entrance fee dear soul not for you or me, go back, do it again for an eternity.

Thank You Poem to Sheila by Dea Warming

I got the mail and to my surprise

A box addressed to me

I hurried back with it in tow

So anxious just to see

What could it be, I couldn’t guess

What my thoughtful friend could send

I’m running now, back to the house

Will this driveway ever end??

I’m in the house now and wouldn’t you know

There’s a ringing from the phone

Hey, I have a gift I want to see

Could you please leave me alone??

So, I picked it up and said “Hello”

Who could this person be?

Oh what a thrill, I’m happy now

They’re from AARP

Just think of it, at lower cost

Because I’m old is why

This life insurance will set me up

But only if I die

I said, “No thanks”, my plan’s to live

They said, “You never know!”

With the slightest chill upon my voice

I said, “I have to go”.

So, here I sit with box in hand

Excitement begins to grow

From this unexpected thoughtfulness

From a friend I’m blessed to know

So I pull on the box

It’s taped quite well

My heart is pounding now

I lift the lid, I peek inside

“A Lady Bug, Oh WOW”!!!!

I’ll cherish this for all my days

This gift my friend has sent

I’m feeling good and feeling loved

Which I know was your intent.

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!

Today’s Bits and Pieces: I’ll Try Again Tomorrow

“Courage does not always roar. Sometimes, it is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying…I will try again tomorrow.”

Today’s Bits and Pieces: An Irish Blessing

“Being happy doesn’t mean everything’s perfect, It means you’ve decided to see beyond the imperfections”An Irish Blessing –

Today’s Bits and Pieces: SPARKLE AND SHINE

“People are like stained glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from withinElisabeth Kubler Ross M.D.

Bits and Pieces From:Mevlana Celaleddin Rumi

Be Sun, in tenderness and mercy

Be Night, cover of disgrace

Be Stream, in gracious and generosity

Be Dead, in anger and nervousness

Be Earth, in humility and modesty

EITHER SEEM AS YOU ARE OR BE AS YOU SEEM

Come, no matter what you are,

Whether atheist or sun worshiper

Whether you’ve backslid a thousand times,

Come, no matter what you are.

Thank you for sending this Anna in Istanbul.

Bits and Pieces: TWO POINTS SHORT

TWO POINTS SHORT: A Poem for Wilmer

You do not need to know who I am to hear my voice.

I am obscured from you by an absolute choice.

You may want to start spending your efforts and your time

But if you do the meaning will be lost in the rhyme

Getting old and realizing your name becomes the focus of the day

You haven’t lost it; it is just located further back than you can say,

Having your bloated body plucked, sucked, poked, and rolled in a loop

Life has become centered on the waking moments giving way to pee and poop

You wonder and wander back to a remembered time when you were the king of the ball

You remember it well, that foggy hog stealing your memory; all

Changing the order of things blocking thoughts, ideas, and dreams

You are strapped to the mattress, but they don’t have your mind, but neither do you.

It can’t be night again, what happened to the events of the day, your debut

Was it yesterday or the day before when you arrived here in this cave, a tunnel of being?

Peace and hopelessness resigned, calming your mind leaving your ears to ring.

You have given of your time and moved along as they have prescribed,

Where’s the light at the end of this event. You’ve certainly tried.

Ahh, here is the help, here is the light, it shines on somewhere; it is waiting for you.

You see the light shining in prisms, you and the others in the room, here’s your crew

You move towards the line that is forming, as you are whisked along to the front

You are the center of attention. Are you the only one?

You hear the voices discussing all that you have done.

Your deeds, contributions, indications, hesitations, retributions and tribulations

Your strivings generate peace through instruction, love through modeling, contributions

Your prerequisite for truth and honesty shine through the assemblage piled high

Your cooperation in matters concerning the masses is legendary, essential, will never die

Your quest for trustworthiness and loyalty among all is illuminated time and time again

Your visions and hope for humanity won prizes, awards and claims a distinction; Bien.

Your responsibility towards justice and mercy for all mankind gave you benevolence

Your charity and kindness have been rewarded by never keeping us in suspense,

But through the loving, guiding, teaching, training, giving, hoping, and caring,

Doing and saying the right thing came as naturally as the load you were bearing

You find out you are two points short for eternity’s entrance fee.

Pearly Gates sure looked good all along the way, the ones now you can actually see.

No entrance fee dear soul not for you or me, go back, do it again for an eternity.