Detail
Detail has never helped me live, nor ever will, I wager;
And telling lies is how I live – write fiction that’s not major,
But minor in the scheme of things, important to it’s locus
Of daily life of people dear to me, on whom I focus.They told me, “You can’t work with us” (an understatement, really);
They told me, “Take a hike, you ass – you like us? Well not nearly”;
Of course, my liking for that crowd has plummeted quite steeply;
But love them (boost their welfare)? Yes! I love them all quite deeply.They’re missing out the part I found to help them with their problem;
But that’s their business – door’s not shut while wolf is out there gobblin’
Up sheep, and shepherds, folds, and fields – a church that is imploding,
While works of power the Spirit has – impediments exploding.Lord thanks for helping me press on, and for your ways of working;
Of bringing folks into my life without their leashes jerking;
For free indeed we are, O Lord, to be as we’re becoming
The dream You had in mind for each, as at full stretch we’re running.This poetry is faster than a story writ as fiction;
It may not be like Hemingway – I use creative diction,
But task it does, and freight gets moved, as people’s lives are lifted,
And folks excel in what they do in aspects they are gifted.A paper-trail spreads out behind the life I am now living;
Quite limited I am in this, while daily I am giving
A word of guidance, kindness, view, from Echoland my basis;
My stories are not true, but carry truth in many cases.So I don’t care what others think – no “comments” are enabled;
I do my life, leave paper trail – on Internet there tabled;
A link is sent when needed, but for most part folks can find me
If they are curious to read the trail I’ve left behind me.Thanks Lord, for this.
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