Friday, April 30, 2010

Angora Buzz--the official newspaper for Rocksprings

Take a look at this new web site and let me know what you think--Thanks LL
http://nudigiviews.weebly.com/index.html

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Life Can Be Lost in a Moment

Life can be lost in a moment
Fire raining down from the sky
One minute you’re longing for loved ones
The next you know you will die.
Life is short and we don’t know
When our lives will suddenly end
Some die with clean slates and clean plates
Others have piles of debris to erase.
Don’t wait until it’s too late
To tell others you love and cherish them
Life can be lost in a moment
Fire raining down from the sky
One minute you’re longing for loved ones
The next you know you will die.
Now’s not the time to fret
Or regret all the things you have done
Or you haven’t…
Live for today and not for tomorrow
Give what you’ve got to your friends
And to your loved ones.
Life can be lost in a moment
Fire raining down from the sky
One minute you’re longing for loved ones
The next you know you will die
Don’t fall for the lie
That you’ll live forever
Then it’ll be too late
To give what you ought
Or say the right thing
To your friends and those cherished
Because we all will perish
No one can put it off
Give of yourself and give of your love…
Life can be lost in a moment
Fire raining down from the sky
One minute you’re longing for loved ones
The next you know you will die
There will be grief (our lives are so fragile)
Dropped from the circle of life
Cracked and demolished
Life is so fragile
Don’t wait until it’s too late
To give what you ought
Or say the right thing
To your friends and those cherished
Because we all perish
No one can put it off
Give of yourself and give of your love…
Don’t wait until it’s too late
Don’t let it all go to waste.
Larry Langley

Toodle Dee, Toodle Dum, Toodle Toodle Dee Dum

Dreamer with no skills that anyone would want
I’ve been up that mountain;
Fallen down that valley
Who’s mind do you think you’re foolin’?
There’s nothin’ you can do to dig your way up there
You’ve tried to be what you are not
Now what?
Now what ya gonna do
Up on the mountain with that stone?
Gonna write like there’s no tomorrow
Gonna write a tune or two
That everyone will want to hear
And everyone will hum
A toodle dee, a toodle dum, a toodle toodle dee dum
The tune is old and worn a bit
And no one cares about it
There’s nothing you can do to change it
The waves that were nostalgia
Are no more
But are washed away by tides
You’d never ‘fore imagined

The Forest Zoo

What would you do if I said to you
Come with me to the Forest Zoo?
There’s so many things to see and to do
So many things that are brand new—
The cru and zubru the guraffu and the plew
The last is an animal that’s pleasant to view
Not many left don’t you know
Some think that the plew has stripes like a tiger
But really the plew looks a lot like a flyger
Without wings, though it can dance on a pin
Then run and fall down and go for a spin
So hop on my cycle and away we will go
We’ll go to the Forest Zoo today and tomorrow
For there’s plenty to see
(A zippadeedee)
At the Forest Zoo for me and for you!

The Plitz Platz Zoo

What would you do if I said to you
Come with me to the Plitz Platz Zoo?
There’s so many things to see and to do
So many things that are obviously new—
The crue and zubru, the gurfu and of course the pleu
The last is a creature that’s pleasant to view
Not many left of their species today
Some think that the pleu has stripes like a tiger
But really the pleu looks a lot like a phlyger
Without wings, though.
It can dance on a pin
Then run and fall down
And go for a spin—around and around.
So hop on my cycle and away we will go
We’ll go to the Plitz Platz Zoo, hooray
For there’s plenty to see
(A zippity-dee)
At the Plitz Platz Zoo for you and for me!

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Over the next ridge is a new challenge…

Over the next ridge is a new challenge…
A new adventure…
Down the next valley, perhaps a peaceful respite
From toil, from stress, from the worldly cares
And busy-ness that wrings the life out of my soul.
There never was a time that this feeling did not exist…
A sort of shadow, lurking, smothering,
Clouding my life and judgment
About the questions of life
What to do? Where to go? Who to be?
It all seems so restless, pointless, grueling
When I get right down to it.
Perhaps I am being morbid or morose.
Some may say it is due to getting older
But no, I don’t think these thoughts have anything to do with
Aging
Maturing
Or
Trundling toward an end
Whatever that end may be…
And how can we be certain?
Certain
As in the certainty of opening a sealed can of Folger’s coffee
And knowing, without a hint of doubt,
That what you’re opening is indeed
Folger’s Classic Roast…
(An amen goes there)
But amens are for the faithful crowd
Who never ask a question with a ? behind it.
The only ?s that are allowed are ones followed by rambunctious !s

Fullness of Deity

Entering human flesh
Born of a humble and holy woman
In far off back-water Bethlehem
Surrounded by creatures
That you formed
Through the spoken word
Yet you spoke not that day
But cried with discomfort.
Hunger and cold, your companions,
Hovered over you
Like smothering clouds.
You, who once accompanied,
Jacob’s holy children
In Pillar of Fire
And Pillar of Cloud,
Then huddled in a lightless cave
(In preparation for another cave)
Feeble…
You, who made all ex nihilo
Lay in a stone feeding-trough
Human…dust…weeping…wet…worn

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My Heart Sings a Song

I have come to the place
Where my heart sings a song
Not of wealth, not of health
But of love

For the Father above
Beckons all who will come
To receive from his hands
Won’drous grace

Long ago, you may know
Jesus came to the earth
As a man in the flesh
Yet was God

Walking long dusty roads
With his followers close
He revealed ageless Truth
To them all

Then one day in his prime
He surrendered his will
To the purpose of God
Thus to die

Though he hung on a tree
Forsaken and alone
By his closest of friends
He was glad

From the earth’s foundations
It was Abba’s purpose
That Jesus’ life would end
On a cross

Now brothers and sisters
May your heart sing a song
Not of wealth, not of health
But of love

You are bought with a price
Precious blood of the Lamb
God’s one and only Son
So rejoice!

Written June 3, 2009 by Larry P. Langley

Leaf

A
small
Leaf
holds
the
Universe
in
its
veins.

See
the
Cosmos
contained,
rushing
through
its
capillaries.

Ponder,
the
life
of
the
Leaf,
how
vibrant,
how
brilliant,
how
inimitable…

contained,
yet
Unbounded…
Alive!
LPL June 16, 2007

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Response: Consider the Lilies

Rain falls unbidden
From the gray skies,
Washing away the film
That often keeps us from seeing.
Rain falls unbidden
From the gray skies
And in its wake
The lilies of the field bloom.
June 12, 2007

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Winds

Winds blow memories of yesterday
They seem to come from nowhere
And the memories are alerted
By a leaf that trembles on a limb
The memories are not ordered but random
They rush into my mind and hit me like a boulder
Or a rock
They make me tired but proud
To have known you
In a time of turmoil
But they act as a bridge to the past
And gently draw me back to that time long ago.

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A Little Lower than the Angels

A Little Lower than the Angels

I

We come into this world a bawlin’
Then a few months later we are crawlin’
Afterwards we take our feeble steps
And learn that fallin’ down is part of the package

Then years later we are sittin’ in a classroom
And we’re listen’ to the teacher talkin’
‘Bout the sailors and the stars
About Jupiter and Mars

So you say we are made a little lower than the angels
Almost god-like in our stature
So you say you have crowned us with glory and with honor
But we fall oh so often and there’s pain in the falling

And we ask what’s it for, what’s it for?
When really we are crawlin’
Toward an end that’ll see us bawlin’
Cryin’ out to a savior that ain’t there

Time goes on, the world keeps spinnin’
And there’s more bawlin’, pain, and crawlin’
Humiliated people clothed in pride
And the pain just can’t be stopped

So you say So you say we are made a little lower than the angels
Almost god-like in our stature
So you say you have crowned us with glory and with honor
But we fall oh so often and there’s pain in the falling.




II

We are creatures born for trouble
Our bodies ache all day
Our work becomes our torture
Then at night our thoughts are troubled.

Everywhere there’s violence and no justice
We are tested, but for what?
We are like the animals that die
We’re no better off than they.

So you say we are made a little lower than the angels
Almost god-like in our stature
So you say you have crowned us with glory and with honor
But we fall oh so often and there’s pain in the falling

Someday the sun, moon and stars
Will grow dim when time chases us down.
Our bodies will grow feeble, our teeth decay,
And our eyesight fail before our end comes.

Our ears will cease to hear the mourning dove
Sleep will be a stranger and longed for like the air.
We will be afraid to wander far from home
Or climb a hill or walk a road.

So you say we are made a little lower than the angels
Almost god-like in our stature
So you say you have crowned us with glory and with honor
But we fall, oh so often, and there’s pain in the falling

We will feel lifeless, listless, and lethargic
We’ll drag along like an old grasshopper with a broken leg.
The silver cord that binds us to this life will snap
The golden dreams of youth will break

Then without our leave or permission
The breath of life will flee as if a dam is broken
The thin thread that holds us earth-bound
Will unravel and scatter in the mists of time

So you say we are made a little lower than the angels
Almost god-like in our stature
So you say you have crowned us with glory and with honor
But we fall oh so often and there’s pain in the falling