I want to run

I wanted to run.

I wanted to cry.

I wanted to tell everyone

As I went by.

You! Hey, you! I want you to know

Someone very close to me

Died; and not too slow.

Gone. I just can't tell you.

Cry.

Mourn, mourn with me.

A life is gone

But not the memory.

The memory lives on with me

And not me alone.

Listen to me

So you can have the memory to be known.

What am I doing, lately?

I started school last month, and just after, my grandfather died. I've been playing catch-up in my classes and have my first test on Friday.

Last night was the first night of my new Precepts class on the Sermon on the Mount. I need to update on how Galatians went and then hope to pop in now and then to record some thoughts on the Sermon.

The Rich Man and Poor Man

I was looking up some Scriptures the other day, and among them was a verse that really got me to thinking.

I will look up the verse later, but it was in Proverbs, I think, and said something to the effect of "The rich man answers rashly, but the poor man begs for mercy." Well, something like that.

I continue to think on it. Who am I, spiritually? Am I the rich man or the poor man? Well, I'm not a man, but you understand, I'm sure.

I think that when I am harsh with others, I must be thinking like the rich man, thinking I have need of nothing, and that I have a basis from which to speak. Is this true, though?

Am I displaying humility in such moments?