Christ Animated

Okay, I have submitted numerous poems to online poetry contests, and my modus operandi is almost always the same: I don't submit anything I've previously written, but instead write something right then, as quickly as I can, and submit it.  So far, most of those have won publication, and one was chosen as to be in the best poem submitted for the year category. Yesterday, I submitted a new one, and the phrase "beggars can't be choosers" popped into my head. So, this was the two-minute result.  Following the poem is a "Personal Statement" about me, the poet. Beggars, Better, Beast Beggars can't be choosers is what I've been told you so, that we can't decide what's best if you leave that alone, dear John Doe a deer a female Random wordings are only random if they were chosen totally at random and not purposefully picked to please the palette of colors that fill my mindful of the trees and the roots by my w

I sometimes wonder what really matters in life. After the number one priority of my relationship with God, my family is next. But I'm not really referring to priorities. Does it really matter that I love tuna salad but don't really like mayonnaise? Does it matter that I don't like the smell of cooking cabbage, but like to eat it? Does it matter what books by my favorite authors I own versus those I've read but don't own? I guess not. Unless, of course, there's too much mayo in the tuna salad, cabbage cooking on the stove, or a new book by a favorite author that I don't have and haven't read. That's when those things matter. What's the point? I dunno. I guess I'm just thinking that I shouldn't worry about things if the situation isn't right before me, and I need to make a decision. Today is the only day I have. Therefore, it's got enough to deal with already, and it's the day God has made, and I need to rely on Him tod