Could I possibly implore you Oh ye of little sense Not to fall for every Schemers Ploy, as you peruse the Internet? Really, I’m not the only one that thinks, you Are coming off half cocked Claiming insider information You most assuredly haven’t got
The ‘truths’ you’re privy to online Have to be weighed with common sense Evidently, in which you’re lacking- Or you’d have thought of this yourself. Really, I’m not judging- Ijust absolutely believe, that when Sr. Francis Bacon Said, “Scientia potentia est”- he knew That knowledge can only be power, when your Sources are correct.
“If you want me, just whistle.” James said as he closed the bedroom door behind him, and wished his friend, Bobby, a good night.
‘At least I know I’m doing everything I can to help him at this point.’ James consoled himself as he slipped into a shirt and pulled his boots on.
The vicious cycle of Bobby’s wife going ballistic and throwing him out in the middle of the night had been going on for years, and ever the faithful friend, James had never turned him away when he came knocking, looking for a place to stay.
She always got over it, and the next day they were back together, just as if nothing had ever happened.
But for James, this routine was getting old.
And truth be told, he was getting tired of sleeping with Bobby’s wife every couple of weeks- but it was the only way he could get her to let him back in the house..
I have long overcome the pangs of loneliness. I luxuriate in time spent alone. It is my sanctuary. My fortress. I rush towards it, as once I ran into the arms of a lover. It holds me close, drinks me in, makes me whole- in a way I only ever dreamed- a lover could.
Alone, in my room All around me, the air sleeps. In silence, I soar.
“Alms for the poor!” Brother Francis cried out from the corner of High Street on which he’d become a fixture. Scarcely noticed, his pleas mingled with the street sounds. His robes became part of the scenery.
He often returned to the monastery penniless, and was reprimanded by the Abbot, as the tenets of the order stated they must subsist on the kindness of strangers alone.
But Brother Francis was not chided by the Abbots rebuke. He knew, it wasn’t the pennies, but the feeling of comfortable acceptance he experienced every day on his corner, that gave his vows meaning.