Spirit: The Word Game
There once was a son
Young, smart– indeed he was
So full of himself, so savvy
(He succeeded at much of what he did)
He strode headfirst into the digital age
Dragging his recalcitrant mom
(Suspicious she was of ‘the computer’)
Any answer to any question he could find
In an internet search on his smartphone
Facts, figures and definitions came fast
Yet in understanding same, not so much
(As he held fast to his rose-colored glasses)
But in one area between them there was no contest
Mom answered serious questions from the Bible
Citing many scriptures to buttress her points
He countered by citing worldly ‘opinionators’
Or with alternative interpretations of gospel
(Which he usually heard through his church)
And loudly disdained her chapter and verse
Cutting her short, the son was often nonplussed
So one day he said “Let’s play a game, Mom”
“Let’s see how good’s your vocabulary and spelling”
(A worthy test, they both were avid readers)
(And he devastated ‘Scrabble’ gamers on the ‘net’)
“Let’s start with words beginning in ‘S’ and three syllables”
Challenging her to spell ‘smorgasbord’, which she did
Now her turn, she wracked her brain for a stomper
And out of ‘the blue’, so to speak
This word she had never used before came up
“Okay, son, my word is ‘SOPHISTRY”, she said
To this the son declared “Foul. There’s no such word”
The mom said, “I know I’ve come across it someplace”
“Then how’s it spelled?” he accessed his smartphone
“S-O-P-H-I-S-T-R-Y”, the mom called out
The son never doubted his smartphone
He found the word in an online dictionary
And spelled just as the mom had said it
Then the son was uncharacteristically quiet
(He was rarely at a loss for words-no pun intended)
“So, what does it mean?” the mom finally asked
And in a strained and subdued voice, he read
“ ‘Sophistry: a method of argument that is seemingly
Plausible though actually invalid and misleading.’ ”
The mom was no less stunned than the son
It became an awesome lesson to them both
For God had given a mild reproof to the son
And worked His ‘mysterious ways’
Through the patient and faithful mom
By Jahgirl
12/13/2014
Prayer:
The Cellphone and the Toilet
My cellphone plopped in the toilet
Just as I flushed a bowel movement
Too late I reached to retrieve it
So the loo’s backed up all weekend
My gloved hand searches down the trap loop
And feels not a single thing there
And so my cellphone, in the watery poop
Goes neither up or down inside somewhere
Come Monday I’m loathe to conclude
A plumber’s got to be called to fix it
A struggling single mother, I’m in no mood
To juggle my funds to come up with it
But…..just before I dial I think to try
A prayer to God to dislodge that phone
I wondered: ‘For THIS will He hear my cry?’
Yet I knew His help is free, His alone
And so a prayer I whispered to myself
And tried that toilet for one more flush
And that cellphone, I rejoiced with a yelp
‘Cause up and into the toilet bowl it gushed!
One thing I learned and learned it well
Jehovah God considers prayers big and small
I implore you, believe it or not, this tale I tell
He’ll even be your roto-rooter if you but call
Jahgirl
November 17, 2014
Vision:
The Tow-Truck
So let’s get one thing straight
I don’t claim to be a magician
Nor a fortune teller or mystic
No, none of that
But there came again a time
One of many, sad to say
When my very difficult husband
Yes, made me flee
A friend rented me her condo
So I could afford to move
Me and two kids in one bedroom
Yes, it would do
I parked where I thought I should’ve
In the carport assigned to her
It was the right one I’d thought
Yes, I was pretty sure
Moving, how costly and tiring
I laid down just for a sec
Into a relieved sleep I tumbled
Yes, peace..sweet peace at last
Thoughts came of the nice home
How well-maintained and sedate
I even had a small patio
Not a leaf out of place
My little car was parked smugly
Protected from the sun
And its flashing red and blue flares
No wait…that’s not a sunny glare!
A tow truck’s beacon was flashing
The driver sizing up my car
Then he got a steel bar from somewhere
Yes….it was a shimmy!
Disturbed, I aroused myself
Guess I’d been sleeping soundly
Something nagging about my car
Yes, I’d better look
I stepped out my door and stared
At the scene before my eyes
A tow truck driver heading to my car
But yes, I got there first!
Opening the door, I started the car
And hurriedly backed out
The tow-man was cursing and fuming but
No way…his fee was rent!
To be sure I’ve not had such a thing
A ‘vision’–happen to me since
This ‘seeing’ my life happen ahead of time
No….no other time I don’t think
Whatever reason I was given that gift
I’m awfully awfully glad
For being the blessed beneficiary
Of my God’s hidden hand
By Jahgirl 12/15/14
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