Food for Thought-The Prophet Speaks

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The prophet speaks,
and people weep,
they travel far,
past the bazaars,
into the heat,
waiting by river,
they cool their feet,
then John comes,
to say his peace,
about one greater,
a marked increase,
beyond what he can do,
more than water,
a Holy Spirit,
which works like glue,
permeating your soul,
steering clear of the shoals,
binding your scars,
wherever they are,
still we wait,
the one who comes,
can’t be far.

–Richard Bryant

Food for Thought-How Many Have I (Blank) Today

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1. Number of written semi-colons used today 7
2. Number of implied, mental semi-colons used today 19
3. Number of left turns made today 2
4. Number of right turns made today 12
5. Number of times I used a thesaurus 1
6. Number of pictures taken 5
7. Number of poems written 2
8. Number of times I had lunch 1
9. Number of times I wished people would stop talking about how cold it is 1456
10. Number of shoes I’ve worn today 3

Food for Thought-Anger, Reason, Apathy and Passion

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Anger, reason, apathy and passion,
Reason impels one reaction,
Being, time, and actions feel,
As the embodiment of our will,
Impassioned questions we cannot ask,
Surrender this reality to our past,
Beyond the ancient deeds of mortal man,
The essence we know lies at hand,
Now is the day when time surrenders,
Hope is born and mortality rendered.

–Richard Bryant

Food for Thought-The Cruciform Center of My Faith (A Poem to the Trinity)

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The cruciform center of my faith,
Is inhabited by one the three,
Intersecting wood unites,
This mysterious Trinity,
Within the nailed reality,
My soul begins to ignite,
I know not how to begin,
As I confess my sins,
In day or night,
Without and within,
These three persons,
Gracefully contend,
With my soul,
As the God of old,
Who made me whole,
Releases me,
To be free,
Among his family,
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.

–Richard Bryant

Food for Thought-I Am Offline and Waiting For News from Ulanbaatar

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Waiting to connect,
waiting it seems,
a proxy script to detect,
what lies beneath,
the so called code,
which drives this machine,
to the place I’ve only been,
as l look through this screen,
to be told, “there is no node”,
no way forward from this point,
delete, minimize, dissolve and quit,
wondering why this corner is closed,
I want to read what I choose,
I look towards the box which knows,
the modem and router must be reset,
into the darkness goes my quest,
red, red, now green,
find your electronic caffeine,
feel the HDMI cable tingle,
but I still see one sole bar,
still a signal that’s single,
as I wait for news from Ulanbattar.

–Richard Bryant

Food for Thought-The Day We Found Ourselves Living Under a Rug

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The day we found ourselves living under the rug,
I discovered Christmas could be celebrated in lint,
Pieces of life,
Knocked off,
Easily sent,
To the ground,
Scattered, smothered, and covered,
In year old birthday cake spilt by mother,
And one ornery nickel which seems to hover,
Above the varnish and beyond the nails,
This seems to make life more than unfit,
For a family who enjoys a very good sit,
Now living in the Chinese made dark,
Listening to a black dog bark.

–Richard Bryant