Saturday, August 30, 2025

The Mausoleum

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"For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away."
(James 4:14 KJV)


Seek Eternal
(by R.P.Edwards)

In the dustbin
Ancient tells
Words of wooing 
Self to sell
Music, readings, fading path
Where one might weep
Or one might laugh...


One might charitably say (and possibly even believe) that a sloppy work area is a sign of "artsy creativity." Yes, a maestro's mess could be interpreted as outward evidence that priorities are soulish and cerebral, rather than superficial and material. Or it could mean...he's just lazy.

Anyway, the other day I was in my cluttered basement cubby and I glanced at the floor to my right and saw it; the old cassette languishing midst the debris. From there I gazed in a panoramic swath and saw other evidences of quite a few once important instruments that now are just mile markers in my zigzaggy life's journey: the floppy disc, the four-track cassette recording studio and dual player, the word processor and perhaps my favorite; the old Windows 95 laptop with the academic cap atop (Fresno State 1988). All of these were important in their time (well, maybe not the degree), but they ALL have been replaced and nearly forgotten. 

So, let us pause to remember that this life (earthside) is, at its longest, short. Yes, entertain and invest in its qualities and quirks (I'm fond of alliteration) but be wise to place your anchor in the eternal unchanging realm. 

The poem continues...

...Yes, life's a vapor
And things as much
Importance withers
With tired's touch
So, seek eternal
Unchanging true
Where Jesus reigns 
And all is new

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Here's a song from my Youtube channel (link below) that centers on the blog's theme. It was created using some of the old technology mentioned above.



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Wednesday, August 27, 2025

The Blind Spot

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Attend the Bubble
(by R.P.Edwards)

Attend the bubble
Suppress the "feel"
Embrace the knowledge
You KNOW is real...

There is a way which seemeth right unto a man, But the end thereof are the ways of death.
(Proverbs 16:25 KJV)


Long ages ago, when yours truly attended Driver's Education, there was the ever neck-twisting admonition to look over one's shoulder (right or left) before a lane change. Why? The blind spot. You see, although the side mirrors were handy there was this certain "spot" which could hold a whole vehicle. In other words; you couldn't see it unless you looked for it. Over the years there has been many a time this practice has prevented at least a minor mishap. It's automatic at this point.

Well, enter the modern era with our fancy sensor-saturated vehicles. Cameras and electronic "detectors" make the old ways almost obsolete. However, some of us have not arrived yet in this area so an affordable and reliable aid is the "bubble mirror." It's a little add-on to the side mirrors that when attended to will show what's in the blind spot without altering your neck structure. It takes a little getting used to; but it doesn't lie.

I suppose we can extrapolate the concept to the very important area of our spiritual and earthly walk. Being familiar with the owner's manual is essential, but so too is the add-on of hearing the author's voice. I'm well acquainted with missteps because I did not attend to the "bubble." No need to linger there: drive on.

The poem continues...

...For blind spots linger
Surrounded we
So attend the bubble
And you WILL see


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Thursday, August 21, 2025

The case for Cats

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Of Cats
(by R.P.Edwards)

For spiders and mice
Cats are nice
Though I'm sure these two say NAY!
For the feline's delight
Is to capture and bite
And the pests all go away...


My beautiful Bella (photo above) is an American Shorthair with tuxedo markings. She's a gentle soul and often joins me in the evening repose (at least till the urge to nocturnally zoom takes hold). Lately, however, she's been mostly absent during these quite hours. Why? She was on a hunt. AND, from the second photo we know why. Apparently, she had stalked this elusive critter for a while and finally got 'em.  The early morning ruckus I heard in the dining room gave testament. I can only imagine the joyful toying that cats do until the rodent finally succumbed.

I have little sympathy for the mouse (oh, I had laid some traps), or any other pest the elegant exterminator goes after (she's good with spiders as well). So, if you're on the fence about getting one of these delightful creatures; varmint control is a plus. However, having had other cats before, I know with age the urge to hunt gives way more often to the warm lap. And that's fine. But for now; hunt on, sweet Bella.

The Poem continues,

...But with the coming of years
The varmints will cheer
As the huntress pursues the lap
Ignoring each pest
With her stalking of rest
Till she bags another nap.


Speaking of cats...





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