WALK IN MY SHOES FIRST! SUMMARIZE DONT SUMERISE!πŸ€—

β€œWHAT IF!” a.k.a.: β€œBlame THEM All! Sue THEM All! I DON’T Like THIS!” Sunday, February 11, 2018.

WHAT IF what you’re going through,

Is only just preparing YOU,

For a dream, so grand and fine,

(It’s) UNIMAGINABLE – at this time!

The time right now, it is so hard,

You grimace, cry and feel so marred!

WHAT IF this fine gift you’ll get,

ONLY IF you bless this β€œshit!!”

AND IS only yours for sure,

IF you do not blame! (So) ENDURE!

IF you do not sue and curse,

The people who appear adverse!

Who really are God’s angels true,

EVEN IF they make you blue!

EVEN IF it seems to you,

That they are persecuting too!

EVEN IF they’re negligent!

Or seem to want to put a dent,

In all your plans and hopes and dreams,

PERHAPS it is not what it seems!

WHAT IF Jesus knew this too?

So, when the-crucifiers drew,

Lots! for His most prized-possessions,

He forgave all their transgressions!

β€œFATHER, THANK YOU FOR THESE ONES; FOR, EVEN β€˜ENEMIES’ –

ARE YOUR SONS!” πŸ™‚

fin. <3

EDITOR: DAZZLE

Is all the Evidence before the Court, CouncillorπŸ˜€

Are you willing to Present yours!

πŸ€”

ADJOURNMENT IS GRANTED FOR 72 HOURS Councillor πŸ‘€

πŸ€’ TO SICK HEY!

CASE CLOSED COUNCILLOR 😨

MORAL TO THE STORY:

NEVER SUMMERIZE IN MY COURTROOM COUNCILLOR. 😁

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YAH!πŸ’™β™₯πŸ’™β™₯πŸ’™β™₯

β€œYOU CAN’T DO IT! YOU JUST CAN’T!” Sunday: 02/11/2018

β€œYou just can’t de-feat gravity!” She kept-on-saying-to-me.

β€œYou can’t, you can’t, you can’t, you can’t! It is so plain to see!

YOU CAN’T

Defeat

Gravity!” With fire in her eyes;

β€œNo, no – you can’t defeat IT,” So, I-whispered through her cries:

β€œYOU CAN’T …” and, then, I edged a word,

In between the fun,

β€œWhy,” I asked – β€œdo-I-wanna-defeat-it? Why, my darling HON?”

It’s like the WIND! Some cultures teach: The Wind’s a Real Scourge!

And battle MUST be waged on IT:

From-it, we MUST be purged!

β€œBut, WHY,” I asked, β€œmust we fight – and war for victory?

To defeat One-and-All, I mean, come on! REALLY?

Can’t we all just get along – make gravity our friend?

And have a fine alliance – and the war can finally end?”

β€œBut: NO!” she screamed – β€œI (we) must win

OR

an-nounce my (our) sure defeat,

GRAVITY IS PULLING ME, I simply can NOT meet,

On-fields-of-golden-solitude and draw a fateful truce!

You think that non-resistance will help us get cut loose?”

β€œWell, darling, IF we make a truce, and make all force(s) our friends,

Perhaps, in our co-operations, we will not get β€˜the bends!’

And we can then go to the floor of every mighty ocean,

AND SAIL, Up-into-the-wind, To find perpetual motion!

And levitate, as we please, with-gravity-on-our-side,

Relaxing, You Know, It might work!

WE’LL HAVE A WONDROUS RIDE!” {Yay!}

fin. <3