The Latin language leads to fruitful mental development. Latin bases and prefixes and suffixes all provide pertinent information for the child of technology. Sleepy, tired children desire to sleep. When will the flood of homework stop? When can we get rid of the midnight oil? When do we have time for the work of God? HALT! Our whole life should be for God and Him alone. All this busy work gets in the way of charity and service. One becomes a scholar on Arabic cultural development or an expert in the fertility cults of ancient Egypt, but for no reason. Only one life, ‘Twill soon be past, only what’s done for Christ will last. Eternity! Eternity! It is written on the sidewalks of Sydney. Can a sermon be preached with one word? Has eternity been understood by the sons of God or has eternity entered the deepest chambers of the heart? A little girl is looking up friends on facebook. They are not her real friends; they are only virtual representation of people. O! How easy it is to lie in the digital realm and how much more the conscience is pricked when talking face to face. And the burning bush never burned out. Go to the desert and see the flames of God. The light of love is all consuming. Either come to the light or flee forever from it. A little boy, with his head on the table, is dreaming of Zeus throwing a thunder bolt at his toes. The kid wants to get his Latin project done. Completed! Finished! The solid wood walls cry out to be deep. Enough superficial how are you fine chitter chatter. Column 54 line number 18 at 4.2 inches What does it all mean? A green little arrow telling me where to go confuses my mind and brings it to a stall. A search box keeps tempting me to go after obscure arts. Look up James Joyce. Follow the Father. Wings of wax and coils and feathers melt in the heat of prevention. Do you need a pill for that? Do you need a pill for that? Dingle, jingle, ringle, goes the door bell. Who is here? Why? How? What reason does santa have for coming around to the little children? Does santa have any relation to satan? This is psychobabble. Meaningless idle chatter is all that is ever said. Set up the pilgrim village not a homestead. Lincoln logs build the village. Cold gold fever has hit the pillager. A smack in the face is never appreciated. No more snoring for you. Wake up to reality. Get rid of wayne’s world. Foolishness is ever rampant. Homo sapien sapien. The computer wants to capitalize sapien. Does this word come from sophia, meaning wise? Do humans think they are the masters of the universe? We all live in but one little sentence on a page. One line in a vast poem is all we are. What did God do before there was time and space and creatures of his design? Oh, that we fill from such heights by eating that wretched stupid pointless fruit. I wonder who is going to read this. I should look at the lady when she is talking to me. A stream of consciousness is running around the bend. Ever flowing. Repeating in endless cycles. Why is she making so many copies on the printer? That poor machine is over worked. Number nine, number nine, number nine! Turn me on dead man! Back masking on a roll of masking tape. The child is drooling. The doctor is in the house. Ms. E is flipping book after book upon the glass plate and the green light shines bright and blank paper now has black color arranged in funny symbols. Is that Calculus? Mr. Ankle! Adieu!
Sphere: Related ContentFire
Hot burning
light heat
keep the enemy away
camping with you my friend
hearts aglow
candles lit
yellow orange and purple
white and red fireworks
hot dogs in a pan
boiling water over flowing
the sun millions of miles away
moon reflecting the electro magnetism of the sun
other stars are showing that they are just as bright
Alpha Centari what a sight
pollution clouding the sight of the fire
the fire in the sky
the dome of God
sitting upon the mountain of fire
poor little children cold and tired
fire we need you
work hard for us
powering people
calorie counting
little units of heat
refine this metal make it pure
weld a wire
fire fighters try to bite it
lapping flames upon the hearth
house burned up or down
never sideways
other planets need their own warmth
the rich coal will never expire
so we convince the youth to retire
why is no one concerned about the turmoil
bombs and blasts and burning masts
love and hate in a fire of rage
wild forests burnt to the ground
river of life dried
ring of fire taking me down
satan and his angels all around
in the eternal flame will burn
down down down never to return
lift your head up
you do not have to go there
choose life love and happiness
from Jesus our Savior
River of Life
Wash the pain away
heal my wounds and make me okay
Walking side my side with the Light
No need for sun moon or stars
for the Lamb is bright
God in His glory
Completely divine
Ages past and ages future
will we spend in love together
never to bring this friendship to a close
Fire of life
You are the Light of the World
Holy Spirit on Pentecost ablaze
Come and rest your fire on us
Light our hearts with love for all
Bring us to be great and tall
but only grand in the way of peace
show us anew how you created
all there is with none defeated
renew all things and show your glory
Turn us to your perfect ways
Light our path throughout our days
thank you for your perfect life
you shed your blood to give us forgiveness
how can we thank you
what can we do
but sing your praises for ever ring true
Light of the world
you shine before us
The Everlasting FIRE
