I don’t write in a journal everyday, but I have accumulated many entries over the past 50+ years beginning in 1966. Some items evolved into longer works. Among the leftovers little pieces survived. I thought a collection of these with a piece culled from the same date in a past year would make an interesting yearbook. The consistencies and inconsistencies of mind, skipping back and forth across time, provide varied perspectives. It is difficult to remember the context of the past we’ve lived; we also make suppositions about times that predate ourselves.

The few alterations from original drafts were to improve clarity. The worst of my work is not included. There remains enough mediocrity and immaturity to make me feel humble and you feel smart. There are also moments of accidental insight and incidental humor.

Author Stephen Crane referred to his little pieces as pills…apparently they were small and somewhat hard to swallow, but good for you.


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Saturday, December 5, 2020

It is repetition that makes us believe

 

from this week in 2015  (I was 71)

 

It is repetition that makes us believe

the lord has something up his sleeve

Nothing like a natural scare

to prompt us into fervent prayer

Nice to have a verse in mind

when we find us in a bind

Recalling something plenary

from our childish memory

gives us the hopeless hope

we’ve not yet been given

quite enough rope

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