Crooked Finger (crookedfingers) wrote,
Crooked Finger
crookedfingers
  • Mood: contemplative
  • Music: Swans "To Be Kind"

a transcendental crossing over to a holy otherness in the sky

It is 7:24 AM Tuesday morning. It is a wet gray morning here in Holland, Michigan. My wife was born in Holland Michigan 61 years ago. This is my wife's hometown. I do not have a hometown. I remember these words of the Lord Jesus, 'Let not your heart be troubled; you believe in God, believe also in Me. In my Father's house are many mansions; if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself; that where I am, there you may be also. And where I go you know, the way you know" John 14:1-4.

I got up this morning around 6:47 AM. I got up because it was humid in our bedroom. I needed to feel the cool breezes of the damp morning air. So I got up let Rudy out of his crate and made a pot of coffee. I looked at the front page of the morning paper. Tulip Time was a success meaning rich people made a lot of money.

I am still waking up. I have been messing with our main computer. I should go write in my paper diary and eat something for breakfast. Wait for Carol to come home from work.

Yesterday is a blur. I read and watched television last night. Well I suppose I will close to recover from the morning. Existence keeps speeding by.
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