Jesus teaches his followers not to worry. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof. Needs a bit of inverting for comprehension, trouble enough for one day. The suffering of the hour is enough for it. Live in the present.
Lily 1: Actually, I intend to sow later on. My own seeds. That counts Lily 2: I've been wracked with concern about these later buds opening before the first blooms fall off. Tragic if they never get see their brothers and sisters before they pass. Lily 3: And I tried spinning. I didn't work out. Lily 4: I'm crocheting a sweater. What's with all the criticism anyway? Lily 5: Yeah, it's like we're insouciantly cavalier about the future or something. Lily 6: Yeah, nothing is further from the truth. Future generations. Lily 7: Yeah, all this photosynthesis to produce seeds as back up when we fall back and die, year after year, what if we don't come back in spring? What if there's a catastrophe? We know we don't live forever. Lily 8: Come on, we're self-preservationist as all heck. Lily 9: Deeply concerned.
This one required more patience than most, like waiting for spring to happen, wondering where those words of the Teacher were going and when they'd end and if they'd go on and on or might perchance take root or yield something fragrant or visible beyond what the moving finger wrote.
"Oh don't you wish that you could hear them ring?"
Now that I've heard them, No, not really. Not again anyway.
Then after the mention of suicide, silence, and it was back to another screenful of the same thing that's been said over and over, over hundreds of years, delivered to gathered crowds waiting for and wanting more.
4 comments:
Lily 1: Actually, I intend to sow later on. My own seeds. That counts
Lily 2: I've been wracked with concern about these later buds opening before the first blooms fall off. Tragic if they never get see their brothers and sisters before they pass.
Lily 3: And I tried spinning. I didn't work out.
Lily 4: I'm crocheting a sweater. What's with all the criticism anyway?
Lily 5: Yeah, it's like we're insouciantly cavalier about the future or something.
Lily 6: Yeah, nothing is further from the truth. Future generations.
Lily 7: Yeah, all this photosynthesis to produce seeds as back up when we fall back and die, year after year, what if we don't come back in spring? What if there's a catastrophe? We know we don't live forever.
Lily 8: Come on, we're self-preservationist as all heck.
Lily 9: Deeply concerned.
Chip,
-Sorry, I can't respond with anything more than a lame LOL!
-Its hard to comment on your great posts and comments.
Very nicely done.
Lily10: I'm allergic to your scent
This one required more patience than most, like waiting for spring to happen, wondering where those words of the Teacher were going and when they'd end and if they'd go on and on or might perchance take root or yield something fragrant or visible beyond what the moving finger wrote.
"Oh don't you wish that you could hear them ring?"
Now that I've heard them, No, not really. Not again anyway.
Then after the mention of suicide, silence, and it was back to another screenful of the same thing that's been said over and over, over hundreds of years, delivered to gathered crowds waiting for and wanting more.
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