Well, my title is rather boring, but I'm not sure what I want to post right now, but I do know that I want to post something. When I started this blog, I decided that I would try to post something up at least once a week, and my third week is at its end.
I suppose that I could simply say a few words about life.
Life needs direction.
Life needs truth.
Life needs life.
Life needs God.
Jesus is the way.
Jesus is truth.
Jesus is the life.
Jesus brings you to God the Father.
(John 14:6)
There, that wasn't so bad, now was it?
I'll try to write something longer next time.
So long for now,
Bard Oly
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Sunday, January 15, 2012
A Poem in Progress
I wrote the following poem a couple of years ago, and I've always planned to go back and 'clean it up' a little but haven't yet. Anyway, maybe my posting this here will inspire me to go ahead and edit it sometime in the near future.
I Had A Friend
I had a friend. We had such fun.
We lived and played beneath the sun.
We laughed and shouted as we ran.
We climbed the trees which still stand.
One day one did another wrong.
It seemed so small. It wasn’t strong,
But hurt set in each little heart,
“He’s not my friend, and we must part.”
Life went on with hurried pace,
“Where is that friend?” “There’s not a trace.”
I met him later at a store,
Yet friends we weren’t anymore.
We reminisced about old times,
About the fun and trees we’d climbed,
And yet we parted on that day,
Each of us to our own way.
Oh why, oh why did we not stay
Together on that fateful day?
If only one had bit his tongue,
If only each were number one,
The hurt was small and is forgot,
And yet this day I have been taught,
Two boys will grow to be two men.
Two friends may grow to be two friends.
It is one’s choice, to keep one’s friends,
For hurts will come without amends,
Those little fights in each one’s life,
Those day and weeks of untold strife,
And if we choose the childish path,
To run away from perceived wrath,
One’s life may seem to have less pain,
Less tears with which one’s clothes to stain.
Yet those with friends accept the tears,
Accept the pain throughout the years,
For they have learned the heartfelt creed,
“We have a friend who’s a friend indeed.”
He loves us when we do Him bad.
He loves us when we make Him sad.
He loves us though we leave Him oft’.
He loves us when our heart’s not soft.
Oh, can’t we learn to get along,
With those around who do us wrong?
We are the ones who must be strong,
Forgive each one before too long.
I must keep right before my God,
As on this earth my steps do trod,
So even when the fault’s not mine,
I must forgive, forgive each time.
Well, I'm open to criticism and or thoughts.
Bard Oly
I Had A Friend
I had a friend. We had such fun.
We lived and played beneath the sun.
We laughed and shouted as we ran.
We climbed the trees which still stand.
One day one did another wrong.
It seemed so small. It wasn’t strong,
But hurt set in each little heart,
“He’s not my friend, and we must part.”
Life went on with hurried pace,
“Where is that friend?” “There’s not a trace.”
I met him later at a store,
Yet friends we weren’t anymore.
We reminisced about old times,
About the fun and trees we’d climbed,
And yet we parted on that day,
Each of us to our own way.
Oh why, oh why did we not stay
Together on that fateful day?
If only one had bit his tongue,
If only each were number one,
The hurt was small and is forgot,
And yet this day I have been taught,
Two boys will grow to be two men.
Two friends may grow to be two friends.
It is one’s choice, to keep one’s friends,
For hurts will come without amends,
Those little fights in each one’s life,
Those day and weeks of untold strife,
And if we choose the childish path,
To run away from perceived wrath,
One’s life may seem to have less pain,
Less tears with which one’s clothes to stain.
Yet those with friends accept the tears,
Accept the pain throughout the years,
For they have learned the heartfelt creed,
“We have a friend who’s a friend indeed.”
He loves us when we do Him bad.
He loves us when we make Him sad.
He loves us though we leave Him oft’.
He loves us when our heart’s not soft.
Oh, can’t we learn to get along,
With those around who do us wrong?
We are the ones who must be strong,
Forgive each one before too long.
I must keep right before my God,
As on this earth my steps do trod,
So even when the fault’s not mine,
I must forgive, forgive each time.
Well, I'm open to criticism and or thoughts.
Bard Oly
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Musings Upon a Beginning
Well, I've surprised myself by starting this blog. I cha buduo didn't. ('Cha buduo' is Mandarin Chinese for 'almost'.
Recently in my internet wanderings, I moseyed across a gem of a blog very well-written in English by an erudite non-native-born wordsmith, and it caused me to ponder the prospect of my possibly writing and keeping a blog. I thought, "If I, as munificent as I am, were to share my thoughts with others, would the acclaim and the accolades go to my head, or would I remember to keep Jesus foremost in receiving the glory?" I then responded, "Mei wenti." which is Mandarin Chinese for, "No problem." After all, I have several good friends who would think it their sworn duty to defenestrate me were my head to swell prodigiously. In fact, I just hope that I can keep this first blog post from being the antepenultimate one.
Now, I hope that the above paragraph hasn't offended the reader's sensibilities with it's connotations of pomposity, for I wrote such in order to introduce my current 10 favorite words, which may be seen on the right side of this page.
Time will tell how well I keep this blog, seeing as it's been almost 10 years since the last time I tried to keep much of a journal. The reader's encouragements would be very beneficial to such aspiration of regularity.
Sincerely,
Bard Oly
Recently in my internet wanderings, I moseyed across a gem of a blog very well-written in English by an erudite non-native-born wordsmith, and it caused me to ponder the prospect of my possibly writing and keeping a blog. I thought, "If I, as munificent as I am, were to share my thoughts with others, would the acclaim and the accolades go to my head, or would I remember to keep Jesus foremost in receiving the glory?" I then responded, "Mei wenti." which is Mandarin Chinese for, "No problem." After all, I have several good friends who would think it their sworn duty to defenestrate me were my head to swell prodigiously. In fact, I just hope that I can keep this first blog post from being the antepenultimate one.
Now, I hope that the above paragraph hasn't offended the reader's sensibilities with it's connotations of pomposity, for I wrote such in order to introduce my current 10 favorite words, which may be seen on the right side of this page.
Time will tell how well I keep this blog, seeing as it's been almost 10 years since the last time I tried to keep much of a journal. The reader's encouragements would be very beneficial to such aspiration of regularity.
Sincerely,
Bard Oly
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