Arbor Day Delight!

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“Treeflowering” by Jereon Minnikendam

http://www.jeroenmonnikendam.nl/

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“A kernel is hidden in me; a spark; a thought. I am life from eternal life. The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail.”

— Hermann Hesse

Arbor Day In America! Do support the nearest tree.

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Three As One

I went on this path one day – off the straight and narrow way

looking to find the unknown – unafraid to be alone

a skip in my stride – my smile a mile wide

passion perspiring inside.

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Suddenly! There’s a shadow – beside my own.

“It can’t be so!” No one came with me, I know.

Nobody else wished to go.

Who could it be then? How shall I begin?

Where did it happen and when?

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I’ll tell you a secret now – that only you can allow.

Stick with me for one moment – maybe you’ll find atonement.

Do you not have the time? It won’t cost a dime.

(Don’t be scared. It’s just a rhyme.)

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Okay? Now, back to the trail…

not knowing that I could fail – sensing a treasure ahead

I take a left turn instead.

And to my surprise – right before my eyes

this other shadow complies.

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I look – but no one is there!

With reason, I must compare…

Judging it, I do declare, “It’s not my own!”, but I swear,

it stayed right with me. I giggled with glee!

(Quite strange, you might agree.)

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And so, I strode on through the wood

wond’ring if two shadows could

converge as one, if the light

from the sun was angled right.

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I stopped in my tracks, and checked out the facts:

←  Three as One  →

Sun on our backs!

Guardian Shadow appear! Assurance is always near.

Tho’ crossroads never seem clear,

Directions tell me not to fear.

Whichever I choose, I know I can’t lose.

He’s already paid my dues!

For there are three that bear record in heaven,

the Father, the Word, and the Holy Ghost:

and these three are one.

1 John 5:7

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Chapter Eleven

Sam knew Luke had a swing in his backyard. Everyone in town knew it. They were used to seeing children playing back there. It was sort of like the town’s park. Luke also crudely fashioned a seesaw for them using a short-legged saw-horse and a long wooden plank. The neighborhood kids seemed to enjoy this simple toy, but on this day not a one was seen. Parents worried about their safety after all that had gone on the night before. They kept their children in-house for good reason. Until the killer was caught, there’d be no playing outside.

Luke went on out the back to see what it was they wanted. His frazzled nerves made him feel anxious again, easily and quickly. As soon as Sam saw him open the door, he began to speak. “Hey, Luke! I was hoping you’d do me a favor.” Luke held his breath and raised his eyebrows, then responded nervously,”What do you need, boss?” Sam noticed the worried look on Luke’s face and put his mind to ease at once. “No, it’s not that. We don’t need you to go along with us.” Luke sighed in relief. “Here’s the deal,” Sam began. “Our Deputy Marshall just swore us in. It is now official. We have lawful orders to carry out. We will assist the deputy in this manhunt. We are to bring our stranger back alive, if possible. From what we gather, the murderer doesn’t even carry a gun, which is hard to believe. Of course, we know he carries a knife, and it’s likely to be the murder weapon. That’s not a problem. He’ll be no match against us. We did ask around. Nobody saw him wearing a pistol. No one saw a rifle in his saddle. He bought no ammunition while he was here. The man must be crazy. That’s plain stupid. Anyway, he’ll be an easy catch, if we can find him. I think I know where he’s off to. Deputy McCoy is staying here to keep watch over the town. He’ll send word out to the nearest Marshall on the next train that comes through. It’s due tomorrow.”

“Here’s the problem, Luke. It’s nothing much. We need a long strong rope, like that one over there, the one you’re using for a swing,” Sam continued. Luke jumped all over that admission, and sarcastically replied, “I thought you said alive…that you’d bring him back alive.” Sam wasted no time, “No. It’s not that. We don’t need it to hang him. Heaven’s to Betsy, no. We have some smaller rope to tie his hands behind his back. But I hear he has a mighty fine horse, and I want to get it back here. If I can work things out, I hope to keep it. I need a rope like yours, so we can pull it along behind us. I don’t want it getting away. So, what do you say? I’ll bring the rope back to you as soon as I can. If anything happens to it, I’ll buy you another. We don’t have time to mess around right now. The man has a pretty good head start on us as it is, and we need to take off here shortly, or as soon as we can. I’m sure you understand.” Sam had kept a serious look on his face during the whole explanation, and his eyes never left their target. That didn’t matter to Luke. He thought it was a lame excuse for wanting the rope. “He’s a hankerin’ for a hangin’, if anything,” he silently spoke to himself.

“Well, since you put it that way, I suppose so.” Luke paused for another round of second thoughts before continuing.”No problem, Sam. No problem at all. The kids won’t miss it for a day or two. Besides, most of them will be stuck in their house for a while. I’ll climb right on up and untie the knots. It’ll only take a few.” But before he could take two steps, Sam stopped him. “That’s alright, Luke. Don’t bother. We’ll get it down, no problem. Thanks a lot! You’ve saved us some time. It may take us a day or two. I want you showing up at the ranch Monday, no matter what. My help will be expecting you. They’ll show you around, and you can see what’s what. I know you’re a self-starter, so I’m sure you can find some work to do. We’ll be back as soon as we can, by Tuesday at least, with or without him. Don’t you worry about us now. I’ve been through this before. We’ll get ‘er done. Okay?” Sam appeared self-assured, as usual. Luke wasn’t at all happy after he heard the idea, but he remained agreeable. Many fond memories were tied up in that rope, and he didn’t want to lose them altogether in one shot. Luke knew it was silly to think about it like that, but he did it anyway, and quite naturally, in fact.

“Sure, Sam, sure,” answered Luke, thinking as he spoke. “Oh, yes. I’ll be there Monday, you can count on it. Sounds great!” Luke thought of some questions while Sam was speaking, and he finally remembered them. “Can I ask you something? I was wondering. You know, that foreigner doesn’t speak English. How will he know why he’s being tied up and made prisoner? I mean, how would he even confess? Do you hope to find the pastor’s blood on his knife, or what? Won’t you need some kind of evidence?”

Sam had already asked himself these questions, so he already knew the answers. “Yes, Luke, evidence would help, if it comes to that. Blood on his hands, especially. I think he’ll know why he’s being arrested, though. Do you think he didn’t turn around once and look at the fire? Even if he didn’t start it, I surely think he’d of noticed, or heard your cry for help and looked back. As far as the confession goes, a simple nod either way will suffice. We’ll just stand that bastard in front of the burnt down church. Excuse my language. I think he’ll get the picture, if he hadn’t figured it out by then.” Luke was regularly struck by Sam’s unending show of confidence. Yesterday’s hero had a small sliver of doubt in his mind regarding the stranger’s guilt. It acted like a thorn stuck in his side, painfully and constantly pricking away.

Enough Aplenty

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Leave well enough alone.

Always despise not good enough.

Enjoy enough? Well…yes, of course.

Loathe not enough.

Love enough.

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Be thankful for those times

when you do have enough.

Tell you what…I’ve had enough of this.

Enough already. Enough! Enough!

There’s enough for everyone.

Take some, have some, it’s good for you!

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Now, are you enough?

Or should you be more than enough?

How can you be more than enough?

That I am is simply enough.

Thus, what I am now is enough.

I am enough!

Love enough.

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You don’t need to be more than enough.

The Universe will forever be that.

Enough is enough.

Please have enough.

Nuff said.

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