Blinded by Insight (C)

To be insightful means to intuitively grasp things - an "aha!" moment!

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I am a member of the church of Christ. I have been writing things since I was little. Some have been printed, some posted. I write to teach or encourage; to blow off steam; and for fun! I had my own motorcycle in my 40s; I was a bluegrass music DJ for about 13 years; I've performed some. I am a member of the NRA. In 2003 (age 59), I became high partial legally blind; in 2005, I had to get hearing aids! Franklin Field said: "Poor eyes limit your sight; poor vision limits your deeds". And no kidding, the picture was made April, 2012!

Wednesday, December 27, 2017

BIBLE KNOWLEDGE

You've read the Bible and you know that it's true.
You actually acknowledged it so.
God will hold you liable to what's written there.
Why not obey rather than letting it go?

God lets you decide whose side you're on.
If not His side, what's left then?
You say you're with God and some time you'll choose ...
You'll obey Him ... but when?

Even Jesus doesn't know the day or the hour,
When the mighty trumpets will sound.
Goats on the left and sheep on the right.
On which side will you be found?

Be washed now. Stay faithful, too.
Don't wait another day.
Will your name be there in the Lamb's Book of Life?
It will be, if you obey.

~ written by Netagene, December 18, 2017
"You've read the Bible and you know its true, because you actually acknowledged it as so, but because you really don't think God will hold you liable and you let it go, what's left then?"... written by Debbie Clausen-Guinn on Facebook, Monday, December 18. Her lines just "sang" to me!

Saturday, December 23, 2017

HOARY

Bless the one with hoary head
A sign of passing years
Those who walk with halting gait
Have endured much love and tears.

Respect the one with hoary head
Hear wisdom learned with time
Aged men and women
Are like gold that's been refined.

The example of these white-hairs ones
Who are in the Good Shepherd's fold
Looking for a city where we'll never grow old.

~ by Netagene, December 23,2017 ... This is momentarily my "working" copy, though I've already posted it to Facebook.

YARN for ME!

YARN FOR ME
this holidee
Brings smiles and lots of good cheer!
Red, white, and green,
all colors between
Are welcome all through the year!

Patterns galore!
I find many more!
Yet when will I have the time?
Thin yarn or thick,
Whate'er'll do the trick,
Expensive or bought for a dime!

Gotta use what I've got --
Whether passe’ or "hot".
Need another house for all of my stash!
So whatever the date,
more yarn can wait.
Just don't dump my yarn in the trash!

Written by Netagene, December 16, 2017

Sunday, December 10, 2017

WEATHER'z COLDz

Doncha knowz
my toez froze.
I need long hoze
And more warm clothez.
And O! my noze!
I don't like snowz and
Sparkly ice showz.
Strong wind blowz
Like glacial flowz.
Not what I choze.
Kidz aroze for
Snowball throwz.
I'm in winter'z throez coz
Too many woez.
That's how things goez.
I just suppoze
In the midst of thoze
I finally aroze,
Grabbed my pillowz.
Shhh! Nobody knowz!
That's my proze.
I wanta dozzzzzze ...
Zzzzzzzz

~ written by Netagene, off and on Sunday, December 10, 2017. The words in DejaVu Serif Italic adapted from an addition by Joyce Brumbeloe, Monday, December 11, 5pm.

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Through a Dim Glass

THROUGH A DIM GLASS

The older I get,
The denser I see,
As if through a scrim,
Opaquely.

Some things that I know
Now seem as a shade.
Thick, grey-white fog ...
Synapses delayed.

Faithful through life,
But sometimes I slide.
Repent ... I'm forgiven.
From God, I can't hide.

Still I have hope,
Though curtain was hung.
Love everlasting.
Heaven's begun!

Through a dim glass ...
Window between --- 
Faith, hope, and love ---
My life is now clean. 

The older I am,
The closer I'll be
To heavenly rest,
Eternally.

by Netagene, October 10-11, 2017. This is my “working” copy, even though I already posted it on Facebook like this. Maybe it's complete. ... I've read that forgetting and misplacing things and sometimes being slow to find words is nothing to worry about, that the problems (such as senility, Alzheimer's, whatever) arise when a person forgets what something is for.

Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Jesus ... if I still could drive

Jesus, draw me --- ever nearer ...
If I only --- still could drive.
I get tired --- and discouraged,
Always calling --- for a ride.

Hope some Christian --- understands this,
Through my ever --- silent plea.
With my Bible --- and my song book,
At my home is --- where I'll be.

When I'm home bound, I'm not angry.
Trials come while --- here below.
I'll still praise the --- GREAT CREATOR.
Jesus loves me. This I know.

I'm encouraged --- when with others.
Blood-of-Christ kin --- is the best.
I am ready --- for forever.
Heaven's waiting. I will rest.

Jesus, draw me --- ever nearer ...
Whether deaf or --- whether blind.
I'll hear singing. I'll see Jesus.
Angels, take me --- on my last ride.

By Netagene, October 4, 2017. The lady who's been taking me to worship lately (since my main chauffeur friend is in rehab) was sick. I didn't want to pressure anyone to either get me, or find someone who could.

Monday, September 18, 2017

The WHEELBARROW

The WHEELBARROW

No more wheelbarrow's-full
Of limbs up to the street.
I'm pleased I got it done,
But wow! I sure am beat!

No more pushing wheelbarrows.
I thought I still was strong.
Even empty, it was heavy.
The driveway seemed so long.

A wheelbarrow is so handy,
Easily used in heat or cold.
But now I've learned my lesson.
I don't like to admit I'm old!

I'm glad I have a wheelbarrow.
Cleared leaf and limb and log.
I should have quit much sooner.
My mind's now in a fog.

No fault of the wheelbarrow,
But I did too much, I know.
I've always been independent.
Hard to admit I'm getting slow.

After using the wheelbarrow in August,
I was really hurting a lot.
Walking, breathing, coughing ...
Now pneumonia's what I've got.

Maybe a gardener will use a wheelbarrow ...
Working at a steady pace.
I'll leave such chores to a strong man.
Maybe there's one at the rehab place.

Maybe a wheelbarrow can be symbolic ...
Tripod base, the godhead three.
And I am carried and supported
From now to eternity.

Written by Netagene, with love, September 17, 2017, as if Eunice Davis, age 93, was speaking. This is actually what happened. She pushed 3+ loads of limbs, etc., from the far back of her lot, up through the grass and driveway, to the street, for trash pickup. Her lot is steep and slopes down. The limbs had fallen during a storm, then had been rained on. They were heavy ... and heavier because of being damp. She hurt so badly she could barely move a couple of days later, especially her right leg, such that she was unable to drive. That gradually improved some so that she was back to driving some. Then a few days later, she started running a fever and was coughing, so she went to the doctor. He had her immediately check herself into the hospital. That was Friday, September 8. A few days later, she was moved to SICU ... then back to a regular room ... and on ... to a nursing home for rehab ...

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