I DON’T KNOW ABOUT YOU … BUT I SEE A SUN SMACK IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS SHOT, SO WHAT THE F… IS LIGHTING UP THE CLOUDS BELOW?????
I DON’T KNOW ABOUT YOU … BUT I SEE A SUN SMACK IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS SHOT, SO WHAT THE F… IS LIGHTING UP THE CLOUDS BELOW?????
shards of blind faith
needles of laughter
diamonds by right
glinting in the pure light
every color combined
rising in love
like the spray above a wave
like the flowers in the morning
like the eagle soaring
a wonder of wonders spread before
a chorus of life lifting praise
a waft of beauty rampant in curling petals
lips, silent and learning, always learning
for speaking changes everything
Can You Imagine the Silence
if we knew the power of our words?
Ordering someone to “go to hell!”
What if we were opening the door,
pushing them through?
Or gossiping about another,
tearing them down,
insulting them from a safe distance,
making them sick or depressed
or increasing their illness?
You may laugh and say,
“that’s just silly,” …
but how do you know?
Words can fill with love,
or curse with hate.
Watch the other person,
when you tell them in person,
“you look like shit today.”
Watch the pain cross their face.
See the hurt lower their strength.
Watch them wilt like a dying flower…
right in front of you…
and then tell me… words have no power.
Dead Sea Scrolls
A Messianic Apocalypse
… [the ear]th and all that is on it; and the sea [and all that is in it] and all the ponds of water and rivers who are doing good before the Lor[d] … … like those who curse and are (destined) for death [when] the Lifegiver will raise the dead of His people. And we will thank and proclaim to you the righteousness of the …
is but a word
that can’t begin to describe Him.
dripping from His palms
floods into oceans with a flick.
becomes a word
at the atoms’ first glimpse.
of life to love and care for.
of all kings
the word only lacking His Majesty.
He fills with time
inching forward on a spec of dust.
circling arms of light
warming our every moment of sight.
after oath He gave
showering us with all His love.
the Author of it all
carved in sapphire with a sigh.
held in His hand
dances for the first time.
answers His call
shining as his Father asks.
He filled with Holy Spirit
giving choice to us colored with hope.
abound each moment
with eyes to see and ears to hear.
how deeply The Father
the only Father loves His children.
will He walk away
for He carries us wherever He goes.
He pours to fill space
As Time He Counts Us Eternally.
Thank You Father… for it all
There is blessed, as in by the slate colored rain
Or you’re bless-ed, deep in your soul without stain
You may be loved, as if you were a shimmering star
Or you’re belov-ed, marked in honor with each scar
Which is more worthy, which is giving more?
Which is just good enough,
Sliding through the slamming door.
Bleed from deep down below your woes,
Washing your darkness into a rose.
Don’t waste your time wishing on stars,
Only The Father’s Mercy will pry open the bars.
For you will always be blessed from above,
Just as the Bless-ed are flowing with love.
The Father’s Love…
Seen as the rain tickles the flowers into wilting.
The Father’s Belov-ed…
The weight of His Love bore in the planets’ tilting.
I love that this tree has given it’s life, for 12 others.
You may not be able to see them all, but I counted up close and in person
… isn’t God amazing? This is the epitome of Bless-ed!
What is Plum Tired? Is it a knock-off of ‘Plain,’ a slur, possibly? It was something my Grandparents and Parents used to say, only when they said it, it sounded like Plumm Tard. I’m curious where the word originated, and may just have to google it… lol Kind of like Tee-ToteLin Drunk and Given ‘em What For. What?? Although I do find it fkn hilarious when people ask me how I am, and I answer, “Fine as a Frog’s Hair!” Stops ‘em cold every time. lol Unless of course I’m telling it to someone from the Midwest. They’ve heard it all before. Its also fun to add in a southern accent, so I sound like a hick. lol pretty much how I sounded while growing up in Indiana.
I still don’t get the Plum Tired, thing tho.
My Plum tree doesn’t sag, but then again, it’s only 2 years old now, and this was the first bloom it made this year! It was huge, like a foot wide, with three long points, but unusual in that the bunch of flowers was all on one single stem. I’m guessing I may get ONE single plum off it, too. I didn’t know it had a bloom similar to my Butterfly Bushes, that are now trees, and also my Lilac tree. How weird that all the trees in my yard, have the same type of blooms, all in purple. You’d think purple was my favorite color, which it is… by I had no idea my plum tree had a purple bloom. Now I have three shades of the same flower. I would say it was 3 years old, but the drunk landscape guy weed-eated it the first year. To the dirt.
I planted four or five twigs, 15 years ago, knowing they were Butterfly Bushes, and would have the multi-flower cones in dark purple…but I didn’t know they would grow into two huge trees, that are now almost 30 feet tall. The trunks are a foot round, and look like three twigs gnarled into one. It makes then look ancient, and really cool. The Lilac tree was here when I moved in, but only had 5-9 separate trunks; which has morphed into this multi-trunked mangled mess, with about 25-30 individual trunks, all crammed into a 3 foot circle. Didn’t know Lilac’s grew like that either…and if anyone out there knows, here is question for ya: CAN YOU DIG UP THE INDIVIDUAL STEMS/TRUNKS of a Lilac Tree AND MOVE THEM?? OR IS IT ALL ONE ROOT SYSTEM, AND IT WOULD KILL IT TO CUT INTO IT?? If anyone knows that answer, feel free to chime in… I would love to move them to other parts of the yard, but don’t want to damage it by digging, if it’s not a good idea.
Anyway, like I said, I’m Plum Tired, so off I go to bed, instead of flying… after weeks, it’s nice to have a cloudy overcast day, where I can sleep for 15 hours! Have a BLESSED DAY ALL, ZZZZzzzzzz
butterfly on the left, lilac on the right, although it looks pink in this pic, it’s really a pale purple. this was the end of the flowering cycle, and it was fading into pink. nice, huh?
come down to the river and have your sins washed away
seemingly as easy as moss grows on a sunless day
proving that rocks can grow no matter what some may say
don’t doubt miracles in front of your eyes piled in a soft array
scattered like the hearts of selfish men across a murky bay
shameless and wicked they sail past without a moment’s sway
never seeing the amazing in our Fathers’ creations in this way
missing The Father and Son in all their Glory many still will today
while I sit in the river surrounded by stone and now must pray
for their lost souls are as countless as the rocks of mottled grey
amazing detail, growing in stone, alone
an explosion of Glory rising above dull
His idea of Majesty in perfect chaos
a solitary bush created for bees and butterflies
stunning, they hover as lovers, touching gently
kissing this tiny beauty across its painted face
each second blooming, like Christ
He hopes they will carry His love
beyond the river
to rise above stone
dainty, scalloped and ruffled in pink
like a child in church clothes
forced to sit still so as to not crinkle
or mess their special dress
but Father doesn’t care if you come
in tatters and filth, wrinkled with loss
surrounded in the darkness of your past
He only cares that you come…
that you love as He does…
with every torn petal
Man hasn’t ruined, stepped upon this ground
not sacred, not lost, blessedly not found
high upon mountains reaching for the sky
only paws and claws had been this high
Revealing life through a pale purple mist
untouched, serene as a cool soft kiss
a glimpse into the future, a peaceful sigh
Glory silently spilling… just across the sky
Its a stencil of life, simple and honestly true
loving Father first, all souls, everything under blue
spreading joy, honor, innocence and candor
no reason for deceit, for this is much grander
Wildly simple, cherish it all, living off this wonderland
now see His son, head bowed, reaching for His hand
nothing else to speak of, or see, only birds flew over today
but Christ cut the path, knew the truth… knows the way
It may have been covered in His precious blood
preempted by warnings of this angry flood
dripping below into caverns, pooling on His mercy seat
His love for a lost species not once wavering in the heat
Flying like a bird, soaring on pure white wings
a million angels laughing, rejoicing, a massive choir sings
landing on these untouched mountains, a divine dome
then He rose beyond… following that same path home
nature’s mirror, a rippled view, of the chaos rushing down a hillside
blurred moments, clear and bright the next, teaching us to follow her lead
no reason to rush, for the ending is harsh and walled
blocked by boulders of intent, sanded and strewn in the mud
whereas the soft moments, swirling gently, are caresses to be loved
the sweet kindnesses that mimic the heart of a butterfly
lifting opening hovering in contentment
on bright waves of sunshine and warm breezy hugs
beauty and death swirled into one
the light a pale kiss upon deep magenta veins
the Creator’s design to teach us Hope
for life is evolving in front of our eyes
one minute opening like a slow dance
the next withering into a curl of loss
darkening into dried silken ash
but before falling softly to the ground
another slow dance peels open His heart
blossoming into Hope in an instant
Ever have one of those days? Lounging in bed, rolling smokes, keeping up my checkbook, calculating whether or not I’ll have enough money to buy a new harness, lightweight, reversible, oh hell yeah. My goal, to hike and fly… anywhere I can. I’m making little notes, and at some point I lean over to light a cigarette and when I sit back up, my pen is gone. Gone! lol This is a true story, just now! lol
I have a patchwork quilt that is in the great 60’s grandma style of gaudy polyester pieces that were actually worn at the time. I know, shocking… lol Just hideous squares of light purple dots on an orange background; dark green and red plaids; giant red flowers; bright yellow rows of puckered dashes; puckered lime ‘x’s; geometric designs in dark blues and OH MY GOD they threw it all together into a quilt. Can anyone say ‘coordinate’? I can actually remember seeing my grandmother in the plaids and navy blue geometric suits, lmao… that was the 60s I remember. Grandma quilted with the best of them, and 8 grandchildren needed to be kept warm. She used the scraps. Grandma always made her own suits, dresses and skirts, and she looked sharp… for the time. Miss you Grandma.
My mother made all six of my brothers’ suits for Easter Sunday one year, hahahahaha, they were pale colors in purple, blue, lime, pine, and I can’t remember the other two, must have been peach or beige, anyway, my friends called them ‘the rainbow from hell’. But stand them next to each other, and we couldn’t quit laughing. They hated them. Which made me happy. I had to wear a stupid dress, so … ha!
Still, I can’t find the damn pen anywhere. It’s RED! If you see it, could you mail it to me.
Have a BLESSED day all,
listen to it’s heart
opening wide to die
Why do you suppose He made leaves to turn red instead of brown when they die
Why do you suppose He made some life to become a flower instead of adding one
Can you imagine the mind of The Creator
A billion billion life forms, all made from the same stuff, but each unique and singular
A billion billion planets, all made from the same stuff, but each unique and splendid
A billion billion galaxies, and we can only see a few
How much time do you think it took Him
And just how Amazing is HE
Pretty Freaking, if you ask me!
Just a week or so ago, we got this new dusting of snow, much to our dismay… but when I walked outside the sun was just coming up and I saw this! This beautiful GREEN strip across the sky, that actually seemed to be almost circular. It was gorgeous! I keep wondering if this is due to us getting some of our very own Northern Lights?? Which is super rare! Or if once again the glorious color is due to all the chemicals they are spraying in our sky’s to reflect light. We have ruined our atmosphere folks, it’s time to face it. And it’s also time you faced what you see in the sky’s above … the chemical trails that are clearly visible. ANY PILOT in the known world will tell you that CON trails last about 30 seconds. No matter how SLOW the winds are. And CHEM trails last for days, spreading out… visibly making a gorgeous day into an overcast one.
It happens here EVERY DAMN sunny day we get! and it makes ME LIVID!!! They’re poisoning our air, our water, our FOOD!!! Wake up people, we have got to get together and stop this.
Last year, there were hundreds of demonstrations AROUND THE GLOBE IN OVER 60 DIFFERENT countries, where we are trying to make the government STOP THIS!!! IT IS NO JOKE! IT IS NO STUPID CONSPIRACY, BUT IT IS NEVER IN THE PAPERS OR ON THE NEWS!!! HAVE YOU NOTICED THIS???? THE POPERAZZI NEVER COVER THE DEMO’S… WHY IS THAT????? HUGE PROTESTS!! yet they are never covered by the media!!! The one in Seattle last year didn’t get a blurb. huh?
Just makes me wonder! How much longer we’re going to sit around like SHEEPLE and do nothing. They are in effect killing our children and grandchildren’s future… which in turn IS killing our children. What about that don’t you get???
Oh well, think about it. There will be hundreds of protests again this year… look em up in your closest city. PLEASE!!!! JOIN IN!!! It’s usually in July or August.
Wow! Where have I been? lol been weeks of this… off and on.… look up…. this beautiful street of dreams is just what Paraglider Pilot’s LOVE! I mean LOVE!!!! When its sunny out… If you can catch the thermal off the mountain, and get up under this type of cloud formation, you can “cloud-hop” to the end… these ended at the ocean. They form in the same pattern as volcanoes… only moving with the wind and forming one after another in a perfect line. Clouds make their own thermals, and they can pull you up hundreds of feet very quickly and swallow you if you’re not careful.
It was a gorgeous day, I think last month or so… that makes anyone who’s flying an addict. I get real nervous, flying near clouds, because they can suck you in if you get too close. Which isn’t all bad… except here in the NW, the clouds can turn ugly and wet in a blink. Dark clouds are scary! lol we all avoid them! Mostly because flying wet is like flying like a rock.
I stay far below them, and can’t hop very far yet, but I’m learning. By the end of summer, I should be hitting another launch site we have up in Blanchard… but first I have to figure out how to get back home. lol second, I have to figure out how to change my pants while in flight! thermals make my heart race. They can be very strong winds and collapse your wing as you fly in and out of them, if you’re not paying close attention, the turbulence is sudden. You’re flying along in smooth gentle air and run smack into a wall of churning wind that’s going up and in a new direction. AAAAAA… that is my usual response. That and DAD!
I’ve missed you all… if you’re even still out there. I would promise to come back and write daily, but with summer just about here, I can’t make any promises. I’ll be grinning from ear to ear at 5000-10,000 feet, if you need me. I will promise to write more… than what I have been, which has been nothing… that’s always easy.
Take care all, and if you see a bright red wing with a blue strip, look up and wave… it could be me… about to land on you… so RUN! I got NO control!!! lmao, I do.
where love is selflessly given
a dove swoons in the pale moonlight
calling softly to the whispering stars
singing praises to an almighty hand
holding joy balanced on fingertips
yet where greed is lifted higher
an unkindness of crows grows
ignited like a spark of firelight
dancing in the dark as if hate
burned beneath their bloodied claws
Do you feel the Terror
the deep darkness swirling
fingers of death pinching your soul
dragging you away from the light
howling for your flesh and will
Do you hear the Snare
the call of the wasted life
twisted into proud emptiness
grasping at your bright spirit
with claws and clubs of fear
tripping and ripping at your heart
Do you see the Pit
full of screams full of terror
echoes of hate and endless pain
slimed on the sides with cruelty
overflowing it reaches for you
void of light
void of hope
void of love
based loosely on Isaiah 24-17
Check out the Magma Column on the Western side of Mt. Si
(Directly above the words “Check out”)
Of course the other three points are also from volcanic activity, but it is rare to see the actual column after so many years, almost pushing its way out the front… still to this day. It had a peak at one time, I would guess, but when you look closely you can see its been cast to the four corners of the Earth.
I live for the day that Mt. Rainier blows, praying I’m sitting on top of THIS mountain, my mountain, Mt. Si, so I have a front row seat to the most spectacular eruption of our time. Most likely I’ll get covered by a foot of ash and suffocate, but what a way to go, eh? lol What a show!
That and I’ve always longed to watch Yosemite blow…
one can always hope
rising from the ashes
stirring the wind of a lost world
to save a species unworthy
more beautiful than an eagle
no flaming phoenix compares
soaring a slow sacred spiral
eyes surveying lush green
rolling into grays and dark
filthy boxes of mortality
shadowed by the girdle
of rising peaks of white
in a breath or a moment
of cleanliness and clarity
before carnality dances by
filling the streets now tiny
His soul smiles
as He rises further
like a voodoo doll, poking and stabbing
your friend one moment
your frenemy the next
the gossip shared behind another’s back
crushing, slicing through
with endless unknown effects
the Holiest mountain stands just out of reach
while you’re stuck below
snagged by thorns piercing everywhere
your mouth firmly rooted in jealousy
held in place by envious boulders
you never once noticed were there
beguiled into thinking you can climb
past the cruelty
past the unsympathetic crime
a devil of a feat to overcome
this shutting off of evil words
slaying your heart and soul for all time
where blackness is the least of magic
driving up from deep below
your mouth moving in a downward spell
the trick behind gossiping
is you thinking it’s harmless
raising the mountain above your own hell
Psalm 15 A Psalm of David.
LORD, who shall sojourn in Thy tabernacle? Who shall dwell upon Thy holy mountain?
He that hath no slander upon his tongue.
Technically, it’s the commandment stating, “Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbor.” but it seems to get less attention than, thou shalt not murder or thou shalt not lie. But Yeshuah said, all sins are equal. Like I always say, joking, when someone lies straight to my face and I know it… “You know, you go to hell for lying, same as you do for stealing and murder.” Just my little way of reminding people… all the commandments are equal!
All demanded by GOD!
Not just one or two….
I feel like I may have been a little harsh in my last post.
But as usual, I never think before I post.
It just spills out of me sometimes. I felt, while writing it, like Yeshuah was angry, and wanted to make a point. Don’t get me wrong, it was all me, because I have yet to hear Him speak to me. You will not hear me say out loud, ever, that “God Told Me…” and go on with something I made up. I truly love God, as my Father, and Yeshuah as his arm, or branch, or the Son of YHVH, THE All Mighty One.. I could go on and on… He takes care of me. But despite many prayers for Him to speak to me, it hasn’t happened…yet!! But, for some reason yesterday I just felt like Yeshuah should say something, as the poem oozed out of me. I’m guessing it was the Ruach Hakodesh, the Holy Spirit. I think sometimes it prods me on like a poker to a horse…get moving old girl, He says…. lol But, no; yesterday I was just feeling feisty.
This other part of me… just wants to yell at people. Have you ever felt like that?? You just want to strangle people! Seriously, I’m in fear of becoming a serial killer. lol I’d be the Cherrieo’s Killer, due to my gf calling me Cherrieo’s; I in turn call her Corn Flakes, due to her being a bit ditzy sometimes.
Take the moron at work this am that was a proud racist, and smarted off to me about it…. but tucked his head in shame as he ducked out the door. This was right after I told him, “Uh, no…” at this point I make a big ‘no’ face, like I’m speaking to a kindergartner, “sorry, but we’re NOT RACISTS here, so we’ll have NONE of that kind of talk!” He left smiling, because I was smiling, but he understood at that moment in time, he was so wrong! He was not in a world that still lives in the 80’s.
I truly hope he thought about it for a while, ducking his head like he did, I know he was ashamed of himself… but if I hadn’t stopped him… he would have continued on for the rest of his life, thinking it was ok to make comments like that. Sometimes I wonder, if it only takes ONE TIME, before the embarrassment can alter ones’ open aggression and the self-centered-self-righteous bullshit they’ve concocted to convince themselves that they are better than someone else! Hell, they actually think they are better than a whole group of people who are different than themselves.
Anywho…. today I’ll try to post something lovely… everyone loves puppies and springtime!
most likely its my greatest of woes
like climbing a mountain with no toes
or swimming an ocean for a deep breath
what will I do if it means my death
this not forgiving I hold a grudge
double the anger gives me a nudge
greedy parasites cover earth in a mist
and cruelty is at the top of the my list
growing longer than impatience endures
with my peeves flying past in sharp blurs
I stumble repeatedly flailing off a deadly cliff
falling into shit with a miserable whiff
not quite finding the strength to dig on out
I crawl towards the mountain clawing about
while my heart and hands are covered in pain
I’ve given in to an endless reign
of evil and heartache till I’m finally full
rupturing and bursting my only soul
never learning that vengeance is God’s alone
only His to smite from His Holy throne
His soft and gentle blood ran in red rapids
While His torturous death gave me my life
How I ache to become His devoted wife
Sadly I deign to think He’d have me
It’s discerning to learn I can’t repay Him
I’m disgusted my blood is soured and weak
Yet His hope is filling an empty vessel
Dripping in time with each weeping need
Holiness replacing my soul with a lamb
Drowning me until I’m finally freed
Suddenly I’m high with unbelievable spirit
My drumming heartbeat flows into music
For I will always be deemed worthy
Without one single second thought
Someday soon I will be His Adoring Wife
Because His Pure Love Gave Me Life
As His hope is filling an empty vessel
Dripping in time with each weeping need
Holiness replacing my soul with a lamb
Drowning me until I’m finally freed
(inside joke, gonna make bumper stickers, this is now my copyrighted catchphrase, thanks to the internet!)
busy, always so busy
buzzing from one stray thought to another
around a stalk of witless obsession
a deep need filled with perceptions
of life, the edges of a feathered fracture
to tap dance across
on a breeze of easy answers
as life, bored into years of numbness
becomes a drone hovering
you are gliding in emptiness
and your heart has missed its journey
never pausing your flight to wonder why
not even for one slender moment
so long as you are busy,
busy, always so busy
The Cherry on Top of my mountains still making me smile. Sorry to have to repost this so soon, but I couldn’t resist, with the challenge being Cherry on Top.
The truck screeched to a halt to capture this amazing moment in time, my heart beating wildly as I grab the phone and jump out, my only thoughts “wait, wait, wait…” There is no added colors or enhancements to this photo other than turning the brightness down a touch. The clouds were on fire yesterday… just another reason I have to point out to all, that living here is heaven. People say it rains here all the time, but we only say that to deter people from coming here to live. The beautiful town I have lived in for 25 years or so makes me smile every day. You call it a rain forest, I call it heaven. From January to June, it is neon green with new growth on the trees and plants everywhere. From March to October it becomes every shade of neon with Rhodies and Peonies and mountain flowers loose their minds, roses go insane and that’s just a few of my fav’s. And from October to February all the giant leaf Maples and smuggled in Japanese Maples turn from bright reds to orange to yellow. So if you think my world is just green pine trees, rolling across a few XXL hills, you’d be wrong. Even with the overcast clouds, once in a while they are grey and menacing, but for the most part, they’re cool every day. And believe me, I watch those clouds daily, to see what days I’m going to be able to fly! I watch them all the time. And I see patterns from gorgeous giant storm formations to the criss-cross hell of the government planes spraying the sky to reflect the light away from earth. Huge giant plaid sky’s that start out with just one trail of a plane, that should dissipate within 40 seconds or so like a normal contrail, but turns out, it spreads in every direction and is in fact a chem trial, or what they now try to hide by calling them “consistent contrails”. HA! NO SHIT! Chemicals the government is slowly killing us with, making the most beautiful patterns in the sky. I hate them, but the chemicals are making for spectacular sunsets and sunrises. The chemicals take days to fall from the sky, barium, aluminum, silica…whatever they’re poisoning us with, raising the degree of brightness and is magnified in so many of my shots, I am constantly turning down the brightness just to get a shot.
Like God’s Artwork needs any improvements!
His Glory swirls in pure Holiness
blazing with fire and a furious cry
folds of His Mantle awash
rippling with each unbelievable ‘Why’?
His confusion over our choices
tumbling the clouds in the sky
with His Hope peeking through barely
in a pure white slice of die
His Power to lovingly create
or destroy it all from on high
clearly displayed for you
in the Glorious Flames of His Sigh
Life finds a way
in a river
atop a bus sized boulder
with only a few things needed:
and something to hold onto.
In life, to find your way
through the twists and turns
raging falls and calm pools
atop a boulder or under a spell
struggling through some eventual rapids
or floating along peacefully
you only need a few things:
the sunshine God created to grow our world
the pure clean water and food He created
and His Amazing Promise to hold onto.
Everything else is just wind.
if I wrote three stories
all about horrible things
what would that say about me
would you think I’m sick and twisted
or in a dark place without escape
so if you read four stories
all about wonderful things
what would that say about you
wanting to read about happy endings
dished up on a plate with whip cream
oh, His eyes
were windows into my soul
an arrow slicing
into the desperate bottom
I had slid to
the faded shame
still circling the edges
of my darkest moment
accenting the distant light
as it floods over the brim
no stone untouched
except the one
I sat upon
wallowing in my own past
His eyes warmed
and I knew His love again
as the light drew nearer
touched my heart
pulling ever pulling
as if a blackbird
stretching the darkness
until it snapped
To be as humble as a simply curled vine
oftentimes creates the most lovely wine
a soft green bud without a gaudy mirror
blocking the view as God draws nearer
blooms in Glory with the touch of His light
never once needing to be special or bright
but in a world where self esteem rules
is awarded and taught in all the schools
becoming all too prideful and self centered
leaves your soul crushed and sadly splintered
for God Alone wants to be all you need
shining on you growing from a tiny tiny seed
giving you strength to stand up on your own
willing the world to bend for you from His throne
filling you with the desire and fire to finish
whatever prayer or goal or ending you wish
FOR THE MEEK WILL ENHERIT THE ENTIRE EARTH
and all you need to know is:
HE’S proud of YOU and HAS BEEN SINCE YOUR BIRTH