Tongue and Pin--Should We Not Harness Their Power ... Within?

Tongue and Pin--Should We Not Harness Their Power ... Within?

By Seah Greenhorn 
(with copyright)

Instinctively wise:

The rock badger, who makes his home in the crags.

The locust, without king, but forceful and destructive; their formation forward in motion.

The gecko lizard, clinging with his feet,
even in the palace of the king.

And tiny ants gathering their food
all summer long.

Instinctively wise.

Created that way.

Can a badger
Choose
to gather with the ant?

Can the locust
Choose
to lair with the lizard?

No. ... Instinctively wise. ... The Creator's choice.

The Creator's choice?

To give us a voice.

Through tongue or pin.

Should we not

harness

their power ...

within?

True,
"no human can tame the tongue."

And

"Thoughtless speech
is like the stabs
of a sword."

"Unruly and injurious,

full of deadly poison."

But, "the tongue of the wise is a healing."

We Must
remember this
with Feeling ...

"Death and life are in the power of the tongue."

Yet, what are we seeking?

Refreshment and
endless life.

So, this too remember is true ...

"a Spring does not cause
the fresh water and the bitter water
to bubble out of the same opening,

does it?"

So too our words.

Through tongue

or written word

they should instill

Peace.

"A small part of the body ...

See how small a fire it takes to set a great forest ablaze!

The tongue is also a fire."

Likewise, the pin.

Should we not 

harness

their power ...

within?

Think 'atom.'



Proverbs 12:18; 18:21; 30:24-28; Ps. 19: 1, 2; John 17:3; and James 3:5-8; 

A 'Zoo' Is Not a 'Circus'

A 'Zoo' Is Not a 'Circus'

By Seah Greenhorn
(poem with copyright)

A tragedy skillfully eluded; though casualities
not wholly spared,

when under the Supreme guidance
of the Founder

diverse creatures

(wild, domestic,
some tragically extinct)

He lovingly redirected, recaged,
and nutritionally fed.

He honestly cared.

*

An organization
He originally developed;

an audience
Not
simply to impress:

Education,
Enlightenment,

and feats of nature,
especially children,
appreciatively observed, through

Zoos--
internationally addressed.

(Established
for the edification of All.)

A marvelous system.
A wonderful exchange.

Some audience and animal interaction.
Abundant knowledge to gain.

This atmosphere of 
introspective
comradery

He blessed.

But a 'Zoo' is
Not a 'Circus,'

though animals in common exist.
And peace between men and mammals

Must harmoniously persist.

For a 'Ring Master'
commands
attention;

Demands
acknowledgement
as he cracks his leather whip.

The world to seduce--an ocean.
His arrogance steers his ship.

To entertain--Now that's his profession!
Total amusement
ostensibly his desire.

For exclamations solely.
His ideas provocatively inspired.

But a 'Ring Master'
the Founder
did not need.

A 'Ring Master'
He did not hire.

*

The bars of security and protection
distracted guardians

hazardly forgot.

Foolishy kept raised.

Lives of humans and animals
endangered,
as caretakers
humorously played.

Amidst
giggles, laughs, claps and praise
once contained lions
the 'Ring Master' unwisely let prowl,

while around the grounds
snakes stealthy slithered;

unauthorized; thus unpaid.

Restraints necessary
indifferently mislaid.

Tiny chipmunks and other critters
immediately disappeared

as sidelined monkeys
paced and squealed

when crocodiles
devoured

unattended, re- or misdirected,
sadly unprotected baby seals.

Yet ... averted? ... Total chaos!
with principles old and new now applied.
The 'Ring Masters?' ... Wicked history.
Their crew forcibly fired.

Bars lowered painstakingly raised;

re-focus, gently, yet firmly renewed.

The zoo's brief ambivelent spirit
to no longer embue.

For a 'Zoo'
Is Not;

Should not ever 'be'
a 'Circus'.

And a 'Circus'

Cannot Be

a 'Zoo!'

http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/102004121?q=circus&p=par
http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/2001923?q=blind+guides&p=par

"Victim--No More!"

"Victim--No More!"

by Seah Greenhorn

(Poem and art with copyright)

How did I attract his attention?

Was it the smallness of my frame?

Did he think my virtues so minor...

my being so

unimportant?

Or was it

my non-exuberant

silence

actually the blame?

My lack of attraction for him/them

the spark

that endangered this dame?

Whatever their twisted reasons...

Whatever their horrid designs...

Today

this slave

liberates

through poetry and rhyme.

For now exists

an audience

to hear of my mental anguish;

to read of my daily strain

when

without obvious options

your life

in the hands of 

Aging enemies

yearly

they remain.

Patience, Prayer and Courage

These gems I thought I owned;

until

we met

some aspiring demons

renovating their home.

Managing their property--

No need mention of their names;

brought me

into such

misery

as pawn

in their diabolical game.

My mate stressed;

seeking gainful employment;

Only me,

Volunteer and housewife

someone's only daughter,

an easy prey?

Desire to satisfy perverse pleasures ...

eliviating boredom

their selfish aim?

Invited into the attic

(Supposedly to see)

ladder stairs

let down

to be

a fool

my mother birthed

if

permitted

two strangers

to follow!

Though in sincerity,

someone higher

lovingly

watched over me.

(Gave me a brain

so as not to be deceived.)

Various days avoiding

innocent tight spots

so as not to be confined

Their sinister game

became

more dangerous

A slow destroy of body

along with anxious mind.

If details I were to mention

you too would be suspect

of my sanity; my education

my honesty; my intellect.

(So to myself my secret kept.)

Yet, when home

I would endeavor

to endure

until unbearable

no longer felt--

a constant electric pain.

However,

anxious concern

still remained;

I stagnated.

Eroding,

the energy

Necessary--

others to elevate.

With this inability

to inspire

I warred. With it I delt.

Since my joy?

I crave to

energically participate.

So this is my way

in my anger

to expose

those banded cowards

that mentally,

almost physically

maimed me.

Loosed me

Raised me

Freed me?

My electronic pin,

from those who my emotions,

spiderly, they entwined.

Even happily

if in this day

somehow I die

(Though give them that satisfaction?

Let them continue up to try.)

my purpose I defend.

Each link in this sordid chain

my words can them

help to identify.

"To All Rental Injustices --

An End!"

To this be our motto.

"Victim -- No More!"

To this be

Our Cry!

(Anybody know of a inexpensive tent?)