Looking back..

I hereby offer my most sincere apologies to anyone who was asked to read my poems from a few years ago.

I re-read some of them.

Painful. Just painful.

And embarrassing.

*sigh*

However, there are two or three that aren't bad.
I'll post some of them tomorrow.

Bro.Morgan was in fine form last night. Has us all rolling in the pew at certain points. He's a fireball, that one.
I remember when he first came to Napa and he stayed in a trailor on the grounds. He would come out in the morning to be with us kids and he would complain about how cold it was. Complaining about the cold...in Napa. He would play quarterback for both teams in football. Now there's talent.
lol
But he was quite a guy. There was one girl in particular who took tons of pictures of him. Andrea and Shannon used to slip notes under the door of his trailor.
lol
Most of the girls had a crush on him. I must say he is still one fine looking man. Sort of gives a girl hope, ya know?
I was thinking about all the evangelists that came through Napa...Claiborn, Griffin, Grayson, Morgan, Martin, McKee, McKemmy...
G's and M's seem to work well for us.
lol
Last but not least, there was that evangelist named Timothy Whiseant. He married my best friend, but I forgive him. It's a good thing we get along splendidly or I might have a preacher on my hit list.
*wink*

I have the best pastor in the whole wide world.
I think what I admire the most about him is how much he loves people.
That's often hard for me.
I realize that I tend to be rather critical about people and I think of myself as the ultimate judge of character.
But Bro.Brown loves people and I never doubt that he loves his church.

I feel a Bronte mood coming on.
Might have to read some of their poetry.
I think Emily is my favorite of the three, as far as poetry goes.
Then there is Byron.
Dear Byron.
Sal pointed out that in poetry, I prefer the Romantics, but that period of music bugs me. Have I mentioned that I recently sat through an entire Dvorak symphony? Can't I get a Badge of Courage or something for that? I had to call Bec and we yelled together about how blech that music is. It just makes no sense. It starts out with this big whopping climax and then calms down into practically a waltz and then it slaps you over the head again. Bah. *shakes fist*
It's funny how many times I turn on the classical station and think "Oh, I really like this piece!" and it turns out to be Bach or Vivaldi.
lol
Of course, I do like a good adagio now and then and I like some of the later stuff, like Prokofiev...
But Mozart doesn't do much for me. Or Beethoven. Give me my Baroque dudes and I'm happy.

Well I've rambled on long enough.
I should be heading to bed.

I leave you with this...

Music, when soft voices die,
vibrates in the memory;
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heap'd for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.

Percy Bysshe Shelley