Martin Luther King, Jr. said “never succumb to the temptation of bitterness.” This constitutes sage advice from a peace-loving man. If I am not thankful when I have lots to be thankful for, then I sure as hell will not be thankful when the sh*t hits the fan, which is the very time God tells […]
A Prayer for a Friend
[youtube width=”600″ height=”350″]http://youtu.be/BBB9n-lbdts[/youtube] By Poor William RADIOLAND VIDEO A Prayer for a Friend Friend, I am ashamed to say I hardly know you for I’m ‘sposed to know you well. I call you friend but you are much closer than a friend, even closer than a brother.
Delta Design
By POOR WILLIAM “But ask the animals, and they will teach you, or the birds in the sky, and they will tell you; or speak to the earth, and it will teach you, or let the fish in the sea inform you. Which of all these does not know that the hand of the Lord […]
JIGGERS
By POOR WILLIAM RADIOLAND VIDEO Though not a Greek god, I have been compared to Buddha and I am willing to devour my fair share of any copious bounty set before me! I fear not quantities designed to rattle smaller beings! However, the time draws nigh when a
Mornings with Tolstoy – Day Thirteen
By WILLIAM PRENTISS “Judge not that ye be not judged. For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again.” — Matthew 7:1-2 I often heard in childhood that we are prone to judge others by their actions but ourselves by our intentions. […]
I Hate Damning God
By PONTIFICUS MINIMUS “You shall not take the name of the Lord your God in vain, for the Lord will not hold him guiltless who takes his name in vain.” — The Third Commandment given to Moses by God Having spent many a year eschewing all forms of cursing and vile language I have slipped over […]
Mornings with Tolstoy – Day Twelve
By WILLIAM PRENTISS I lie here mortally disconnected to humanity, only God! Sis, not sure if I can hear while I lie in abeyance, a dormant state, cognition unknown but to God and me, still talks to me and shares God’s words and the thoughts of those far brighter than I.
Mornings with Tolstoy – Day Eleven
By WILLIAM PRENTISS My world is obsidian; it was formerly gray splintered by veiny shafts of ochre spasmodically penetrating the unseen with countenance warming spumes of hope, now curtained in blackness, muzzled by stygian lassitude. Rhythms of life disrupted, surface bobbing on an ocean of unreality, unsure where I am or where I am heading, […]
Mornings with Tolstoy – Day Ten
By WILLIAM PRENTISS I no longer have use for money, material possessions, or tangibles associated with not being in a presumed coma. It costs to keep me wherever Sis is keeping me and I am thankful resources exist for my care. I have not always wanted to live, not since the assault that reshaped my reality. […]
Mornings with Tolstoy – Day Nine
By WILLIAM PRENTISS Prior to being in a suspended state due to a brutal attack, I thought I possessed a highly developed, acute conscience. Now I lie here, day after day, frozen, conscience growing richer—more aware—possessing tenderness not evidenced prior to my unexpected change in circumstances. I cannot communicate with others, only God, and still I […]
Clarksdale Garden Club and an Old Nun Prayer
By POOR WILLIAM Clarksdale, Mississippi I did it! I attended a meeting of the Clarksdale Garden Club! My lovely wife, Magical Madge Marley Howell, invited me to tag along and help her film a holiday presentation by our good friend, Marilyn Trainor Storey, Mississippi Design Maven. Don’t get me wrong, I ain’ opposed to growing stuff; […]
Mornings with Tolstoy – Day Eight
By WILLIAM PRENTISS “Real religion cannot be opposed to intellect.” — Leo Tolstoy A perennial question plaguing thinkers, believers and thinking believers concerns the relationship of faith, reason and intellect. Does faith in the unseen require blind trust, or can it be predicated on things understood in the natural? Are faith, reason, and science mutually […]
Mornings with Tolstoy – Day Seven
By WILLIAM PRENTISS I lie here only able to hear, and that unknown to others, thinking about empathy and compassion, wondering about the root of both. What compels us to feel the plight of others, to desire to alleviate their suffering? What is the source of empathy and compassion?
Mornings with Tolstoy – Day Six
By WILLIAM PRENTISS Hours on end, thinking yet not seeing, hearing but not feeling, feeling but never expressing, this is my wakened state, unknown to none but me, and God of course, and maybe my sister. Sis read again from Tolstoy. She assumes I can hear but she doesn’t know for sure. Her extraordinary faith keeps […]
Mornings with Tolstoy – Day Five
By WILLIAM PRENTISS My mind is a merciless jailor, more so than my motionless frame. I haven’t moved a leg, limb or eyelash for two years; my thoughts hold more of me hostage than does my inert body.
Mornings with Tolstoy – Day Four: Pilgrims
By WILLIAM PRENTISS I had already begun contemplating death prior to my present state. When younger, healthy and virtually free of scars and the tissue that remains, death was something far into an unknown, never-to-be-reached future. Death was an occasional thought, sadly affecting others. At some point in my early forties, after life had begun its […]
Mornings with Tolstoy – Day Three
By WILLIAM PRENTISS Clarksdale, Mississippi Rough day. I feel no physical pain, but I still deal with and feel mental anguish. This angst is usually a result of painful memories or frustration with being able to do nothing but “be.”
Mornings with Tolstoy – Day Two
By WILLIAM PRENTISS Clarksdale, Mississippi I don’t always understand or agree with what Sis reads to me from Leo Tolstoy’s A Calendar of Wisdom, but it sure does make me think. Thinking is about all I can do. I am in a coma: I can’t see, move, blink, or feel pain, nothing. But I can hear, and pray.
Mornings with Tolstoy – The Beginning
By WILLIAM PRENTISS Clarksdale, Mississippi He is God. Why didn’t He protect me? I blamed Him. It wasn’t His fault. Life ain’t fair. That’s that. No more pleas for them to hear. They can’t. Two years, and only Sis hears. Well, she really doesn’t hear. I talk to God about it. Guess you would call […]
Whuppin’ Dat Ass Mississippi Delta Style
By POOR WILLIAM CLARKSDALE, Mississippi (VIDEO) Is “ass-whuppin Christian” an oxymoron? You bet! Why is it so many of us give in to our sinful nature when we get pissed off and want to whup (or in my case, try to whup…) some ass when we become angry at somebody?
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