Bushel Or Peck?
Miracle Man
11/23/2024
Life can be either a bushel or a peck,
too many days we're facing some bottleneck.
Because age is a soft drink that's lost its fizz,
our choices or others make it what it is.
We try to capture those feelings we once felt,
but “we have to play the hand that we've been dealt.”
Some days find our cup nearing empty, not full,
while recalling only days rough as steel wool.
There's someone who was once close to me,
I told them to kick rocks and leave me be.
They think that I am unawares,
that I don't know who is there.
Watching every move I make,
breathing with every breath I take.
The apples from the tree they do tell,
as they rot where they fell.
The bees all buzzing around the sweetness,
the rotten apple is what pleases.
Not too far from her tree,
all the bees want to sting me.
I will wait until winter comes,
when the bees no longer hum.
And all the leaves,
have left her tree.
Bushel Or Peck
By: Tom Wright
Life can be either a bushel,
or a peck,
And our choices,
or those made on our behalf,
make it what it is.
No man would do as such being no sense to be made of this
For we must never lose touch or it'll be the point you'll miss
Be the Light of All His Glory or even in the simplest of light
In so many not knowing His Story not being any inner plight
A candle was meant to shine it is so simple there's no trick
To the darkness there is no line in so afflicting all the sick
His light being meant to expose as to yourself you reveal
And as your inside grows it changes the way that you feel
Simply placed on a candlestick the whole family can see
It all being so simplistic and yet so many just don't agree
In being meant to only give light all other uses are futile
As in the truth that I recite, with so many sitting in denial
You can't complain about a candle nor the Light it gives
Needing only to get a handle on how one presently lives
Doing so one must be able to see guided by God's Light
So don't even worry about me, it's you whose in this fight
Matthew 5:15
Neither do men light a candle,
and put it under a bushel,
but on a candlestick;
and it giveth light unto all that are in the house.
A BUSHEL OF BEAUTY
You are more beautiful then a bushel of bouquets
born to mesmerize and amaze
it doesn't matter what words of love you may say
no matter what they make me heart fly away
my heart's been to the moon and back
bathed in sunlight until the sky turned black
suddenly there was every planet ever known of
and especially the planet of love
Venus was called upon to duplicate its beauty with you
and Mars made miracles and magic all become true
when my gaze falls upon your image faint grow my knees
and on a breathless August afternoon suddenly there was you and a breeze
a bushel of bouquets, the planets and the sky
that's what I owe you for teaching me to fly
each of us have shed far too many tears
so all I ask with you is at least one hundred years
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