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“RESIGNATION TO LIFE.” a poem, The Last Day of September, 2019

“RESIGNATION TO LIFE.” a poem, The Last Day of September, 2019 (Monday)
I do not know what life is, and I accept I never will.
Whether there is or isn’t “God,” we’re here, so I think we still,
Could try to do something that (maybe) could be counted good.
Perhaps, it’s OK to be overzealous or maybe no one could,
Ever be too zealous, IF you’re trying to do “What’s Right.”
Sometimes that means being peaceful; sometimes, putting up a fight.
So you MIGHT, as has been suggested, continue to do the best you can,
Just like Dear St. Francis, who must have been quite the man,
To have written this prayer, a wondrous affirmation.
It may be worth memorizing,
Especially when you go on vacation.
fin ♥
“Lord, make me an instrument of your peace,” young Spencer Stone says as he kneels for his nightly prayers in Clint Eastwood’s new fact-based thriller, “The 15:17 to Paris.” … Stone talks about being “catapulted” toward some fateful moment where his purpose will be revealed to him and Eastwood hangs on every word.Feb 16, 2018
Here’s what ties together Clint Eastwood’s heroes, from ’15:17 …

When will we ever learn? Is it still blow’in the wind💛👀

https://www.washingtonpost.com › entertainment › 2018/02/15

Dazzled Editor:

Our wonderful House Poet Laureate ~ J. Jay Samuel Davis we Salute you, always the ultimate Natures Gentleman and Scholar. Wisdom, Kindness, Compasssion exists in very few great Men. We have learnt to listen and absorb your Wisdom , knowledge 📕

J. Jay Samuel Davis a National Treasure ✍

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace:
where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
where there is sadness, joy.

O divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console,
to be understood as to understand,
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive,
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.


In The Arms Of Love ~

“30 DAYS!” Woden’s Day = The last of February, 28, 2018 …

A lengthy hospital visit can be taxing, this I say,

Body lax, stress in mind – Where’s a happy day?

It’s been said that (pause)


And, when we’re locked inside a room, it’s hard for us to “strive,”

And keep the body happy, with exercise and sun!

Sometimes! Appearance-suffers,

‘Cause we’re laying (at lot) on our bum!* 🙂

So, when our “discharge papers,”


Perhaps here is some quaint advice, to follow IF we’re able:

(1) It’s been said that 30 DAYS can get us back in action! Just 30-days of-a-little-thing-can-give-us-lots-of-”traction;”

(2) To get “in shape,” just pick a practice, like goin’ ‘round the block! AND DO IT (pause) EVEN IF (pause) it’s pretty hard to walk – Because it strengths bod and mind, to know that you’ve a will – AND, I’ll wager, when you’re done, there’ll be a little thrill;

(3) Now, sit down with your body (pause) as a trusted friend, and say: “You know?! I’m sorry! BUT-the-hospital-stay-did-end! AND – NOW – we-get-to-re-activate, although it may be hard, but we can do it, you and me, and you’re my precious ‘pard!’ And we can move with dance and song, and I’ll massage you new, With finest oils of lavender** – and we’ll get some-nice sleep too! And-a-happy-body, with a happy mind, is what we’re shooting for! But EASY DOES IT, my good friend, to resurrect our ‘core!’ “

(4) And we won’t do no diet, at least not one severe. We’ll eat and drink real simple – might even have a beer!*** but this, I promise, my dear friend, to give you some fine fuel, so we can do our “30 days,” and do them real cool; and

(5) We’ll-get-to-bed-at-a-decent-hour and not use (the) phone SO MUCH (pause) that it disrupts the day (pause) and becomes a silly crutch! This will help “the tone” (pause) of life and love, I say!

So, this advice, I give to all, to recoup from a stay,

At your favorite hospital! You-can-always-find-a-way,



I love YOU!

Your friend,

“Jay!” 🙂

fin. <3

  • “I love a good bum lifter, don’t you!” The Mystic Poet.

** – or whatever oils you like!

*** – or not – let it be up to your body’s hunger/appetites … perhaps ½ beer is good – or, even, a “near beer!!” 🙂

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