Funny, why am I not laughing?

So much news,
So much bad news,
If you watch you choose.

You choose to listen, to know,
One side is what most show,
You could just say no!

Just say no, to death, floods and riots,
Each newscaster mimics and parrots,
Each other, to gain the success and fame.

Success and fame, broadcasting some guilt, some shame?
I watch the news, from time to time, concentrated life or a game?
"Gives me things to pray about" I was once told.

I was once told too, it is a waste of time and space; the TV,
Now they are flatter in HD and 3D, and can take up a wall.
So go ahead and watch the news, don't let your life stall.

Don't let your life stall, don't get mad at the news story,
Write a letter to the editor and be part of history.
Be creative, live your life, you can't lose.

You can't lose, by enjoying what you do and doing what you love,
Don't ever forget Who is right beside and right above.
If life has told a joke, funny, why am I not laughing.

Seriously, I am not laughing at anything but myself,
In an overflowing stream of life and not on an empty bookshelf,
For when I can not begin; by laughing at me, I take life too seriously.

Dad's Day, but you can only have 1.

Father's Day
I am a dad.
I actually had 3 dad's ... at one point.
I have my father-in-law. My dad passed away a few years back.
I have my "step-dad." If I tried to describe why he is my step-dad,
you would end up confused. Well maybe just more confused!

I have 2 son's and a daughter, I am their dad. Faja. Father.
It was easy to blog for mother's day, but not so father's day.
Or is it Mother's Day and Father's Day. I guess it depends whether you have a good one or a bad one. No that can't be right. What if you don't have one at all, maybe you never knew him or what you knew, there was nothing good to know. Or maybe being a dad can be the toughest but most rewarding job, without pay, ever.

Maybe he was your best cheerleader, a constant companion, the bank, a soft shoulder which absorbed your tears, made sure you were okay ever-y-day, or showed you how much he loved your mother. Okay a little too perfect. Did dishes, cooked meals, laughed at your jokes, all your friends thinks he is the coolest dad. Gave a hug when you needed it, gave you space and listened well to not only what you said but what you meant as well. Yup definitely, over the top.

I don't know any dad's like that. Well none that are that way all the time for every kid they have and every kid they meet. Well maybe one but he is known as I am, wait I mean I AM.
Different league.

If a dad does what a dad can to make his child aware; what it takes to contribute positively to society, no matter how you were raised, whether you knew poverty or riches, no matter if your dad was a celebrity or an unknown, Joe Average. If you knew you were loved and knew how to love. Were generous with your stuff. Listened, hugged and laughed when it was good and acceptable. Your dad did his job.

My step-dad has had a bump in the road. There is part of him that is not maintaining the status quo. I never grew up under the same roof with him, I have seen him mostly at his quiet reserved best, once in a while he is not soft-spoken, but never unreasonable. He seems to be doing better, but there is more visits to the doctor, but I care. He is not just my step-dad, he is somebodies dad.

They have known him their whole life long. He is important, to them as well, more so.
He worked hard throughout his life to support and will keep doing so to support my mom .... even if it is puttering in my mom's garden, painting window trims or watching a sunset.

I think my Father in Heaven, God, has put us, in our families with theses dad's to teach us what we need to learn, to be in community, ask for help when we need it, be confident on our own if we don't get it. So I am thankful for the fact that I have had 3 earthly fathers and 1 Heavenly Father.

Love to all of you Daddy's. Papas.

My Faith...My Faith

I stand on a box.
Yet, I am boxed in.
My mind rails at LIFE
for it's unfairness.
My-heart sees-the choi-ces
made-and takes-full
re-spons-i-bil-i-ty.
My tongue wags like some
dog's tail, muscling words
to fit, my excuses.

For failure, for giving up and giving in
without a fight, for all things that are
crowding out that; which will refresh me.
For complicating the simplest of truths.

Even though I am more, than down in dumps,
for when I look UP, I see the underside of deep,
dark depression. Self-pity is the acid that eats away at
the three-ropes-braided anchoring my climb out and
away. My strength to continue; is waning, My will
to succeed has flown, chased by a murder of crows.

My faith..........my faith
IS what remains. It IS the eternal currency,
I have banked my hope in. I wanted to be as
solid as that rejected ...
cornerstone.

Yet my flesh is: soft with age,
filled with weakness,
infected with moral maladies.
I sin.

Yet.... I am forgiven;
I am still loved,
I am still accepted,
simply this TRUTH
has set me free.
Hallelujah Jesus Hallelujah