They say don't sweat the small things, But give big ones all they're due. A principle that comfort brings, A guide star pointing true. Yet massive things when broken down, Are small in truth and deed. So monstrous stuff of great renown, Must garner little heed.
Category Archives: Peter’s Writings
Things Peter writes for his own benefit, not necessarily intended for or made available to the general public.
Not Nobody
Dickenson's poem says she's nobody, She couldn't be further from right. Everyone's someone to somebody, A jewel and a treasured delight. Some discount their talents and value, Our Saviour sees through all of that, To cherish potential and virtue, And love us wherever we're at.
Time
Time is impatient and simply won't wait, While we argue with chance and bargain with fate. It presses us onward in spite of our fears, Turning seconds to minutes and minutes to years.
Rust
Badly swollen and weak It groans and it grinds It creaks and it squeaks Then it seizes and binds. So more leverage apply Yes! It yields just a bit And shears off the next turn I'm so mad I could spit.
A New Man
Peetie the one-legged pirate, came stumping along down the path, wearing his stripe-ed pajamas, and desperately needing a bath. Grumbling, mumbling, and grousing along, A cloud hanging over his head, Scowling and wearing a horrible frown, Ever since he climbed out of his bed. His grizzled long beard looked like lightning, His eyebrows were tied up in knots. Powder smoke blackened his visage, His mustache held clumps of dried snot. As he thundered along down the alley, He stepped in through several a door, Collecting a bit at each halting, What he needed and not a thing more. At the… Read the rest
Sunset
Each day that dawns begins anew, Brings light to what was dark. Dries morning dew and opens eyes, To see a morning lark. Yet daylight too must yield its way, Retreat as evening comes. Give place to swift encroaching dark, Though tasks lie still undone. We cannot stop this constant churn, Though fear or doubt cry out. The rolling tides of forcing change, Are deaf to human shouts.
To Know, or Not To Know?
On what seem to be fairly regular occasions I find myself in a position where I wonder if Hamlet was wrong about his very famous question that surfaced while he reviewed his awful situation and contemplated terrible options for dealing with it. I occasionally have reason to wonder whether the real question is not “to be, or not to be,” but rather “to know, or not to know.” The existence and personal acknowledgement of this question is somewhat disturbing to me given that I have spent the vast majority of my life actively seeking for both knowledge and wisdom. At … Read the rest
Multi-polar
When in Rome, do as the Romans– St. Ambrose
I was pondering some on the nature of the “quote” above and decided to look up it’s history. Much to my surprise, it is attributed St. Ambrose, a devout Christian. Given the way this sentiment is used in modern society, I was thunderstruck at the idea it had originated from one of the most influential Christian thinkers of the early Church. On the surface, it would appear that St. Ambrose is advocating for a form of moral relativism and giving license to abandon morals and standards in order to “fit … Read the rest
In the Wind
Now this was a great trial to those that did stand fast in the faith; nevertheless, they were steadfast and immovable in keeping the commandments of God, and they bore with patience the persecution which was heaped upon them.– Alma 1:25
About twenty years ago I spent several weekends driving chase truck for my neighbor who owned and operated a hot air balloon. The deal was that if I drove long enough he would take me up on a ride. My friend Sean and I decided a balloon ride would make an awesome homecoming group date and both of … Read the rest
Through the looking glass
What’s wrong with DC? How is it that the array of government and our duly elected representatives can be so disconnected from the reality of the majority of American lives? After spending another several days in the national capitol region, I am reminded of at least one of the reasons. DC is nothing like the rest of America. It is a frighteningly distorted fairytale land, and I am convinced that anyone who spends much time there will eventually lose touch with the realities facing most of America.
The fact of the matter is that people are influenced by their environment … Read the rest