one day i hope to find her

she speaks quietly and confidently
of things important and things trivial
things of God and things of earth

she walks forthrightly
knowing not the ways of falsehood
in her heart is found no deceit

she delights in understanding
wisdom is her companion
seeking truths when others only ask why

she is my equal
across the expanse exchanging knowing looks
communicating profundity with the meagerest of glances

she is enticing in form
not gaudy or demanding of attention
once focused upon, her intricate beauty slowly unveils itself

she is a lover
her passion glows white hot
denoting intensity and purity

one day i hope to find her
and to join, as two flames that meld into one

Did You Hear The One About ...

Those of you who don't know me may well question the veracity of the telling of this event. Those of you who do know me, upon some reflection, will say "yeah, that sounds about right". But by and large, people will either scramble for a good punch line or just go "huh?".

I was on the east side of town heading out towards Fourchon. The exact location is not really that important ... it was at the corner of Clendenning Road and East Main Street ... if you must know. Not that I didn't want you to know ... I just deemed it not that relevant to the point of my story.

Well, honestly there is no actual point to be made here. This is just a (hopefully) humorous story ... well, not so much a story as maybe an anecdote ... and probably not actually that humorous to anyone but myself ... I laughed out loud ... but, I am easily amused and easily distracted ... and I digress ...

The exact locale, date and time are not central to the recounting of the pointless, marginally funny, thing that happened a few days ago. I think it was Thursday, but it could have been Friday ... there again, not important to the "plot" here ... I could think about it more and maybe look it up if you must know the precise day and time ... but, in the midst of my digression ... I further digress ...

As is my custom, I pulled cautiously up to the intersection. Just as all vehicles came to a stop two chickens dashed across the road. They were both hens I believe, but as with the other details here, it just doesn't matter. If I were the sort of person to swear, I would here swear, hand uplifted, that my very first thought at that moment, in no way searching for a punch line, my sincere question (being as one side appeared as pleasant as the other, and seeing no advantage to this risky maneuver) was ... why did they do that? Why did those chickens cross the road?

Only later did the endless barrage of juvenile punch lines start to assail my mind.

So be sure and stay tuned in. If I am ever in a bar (unlikely) and a priest, a nun, and a Rabbi walk in (equally unlikely) ... I will post a blog immediately!