Door To Door Campaigner #2

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Hello

I have just landed

in Arizona

to campaign door to door

    for the Obamasiah…

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Defending the Affordable Healthcare Act:

http://www.democraticleader.gov/blog/?p=4862

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Out Of Egypt The Lord Called His Son

Mathew 2:15

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Jesus says:

“Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal, but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal.  For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also…”

Mathew 6:19-21

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Jesus says:

“No one can serve two masters, for either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to the one and despise the other.  You cannot serve God and money…”

Mathew 6:24

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Jesus says:

“If you would be perfect, go, sell what you possess and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven; and come, follow me…”

Mathew 19:21

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Jesus says:

“Again I tell you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich person to enter the kingdom of God…”

Mathew 19:24

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Miracle

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I coughed up a pack of

Marlboros & I don’t

even smoke

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It was another

miracle at

Crossroads Mission

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I awoke in the

early morning darkness with

snickering sinuses

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Put on my hiking boots without

socks & in my long-johns

headed for the latrine

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Over the trash can

I blew my nose then

started coughing

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Plop ~ there they were

a pack of Marlboro cigarettes

on top of the trash

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One tramp tra-la-la

miracle

right there at the mission

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I blamed it on the

dormitory with no air but

40 slumbering men breathing anyway…

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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)

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Immaculate Heart…

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“My soul doth magnify the Lord…”

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“He hath regarded the humility of His handmaiden…”

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“He that is mighty hath done great things to me…”

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“His mercy is from generation unto generation upon them who fear Him…”

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“And the rich He hath sent empty away…”

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(quotes from Mary’s Song or The Magnificat in the Holy Bible ~ Luke 1: 46-55)

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http://www.communityofhopeinc.org

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Almost high noon…

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I tap tramp trail

selfish soiled slothful ~ won’t

even do a labor job

on the horizon something better gets closer

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Yuma ingrown

not too friendly

charitably

feeds me

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Jesus is

the company

I seek

in my unapproachable way

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A cute chubby little blessing

crossing the street

smiles & gives

me the time of day

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And in the ghost town of

my mind

a hammer is heard

hitting a nail

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The Wall Street Occupiers

& The Tea Party

have started rebuilding

Mary’s Saloon

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Where she continues

to

serve

shots of pure grace

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Ahhhhhhh grace

the ability

to do

good deeds

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Down the tracks

a shrill whistle

blows &

a train approaches

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Bringing us the next

President

of

   the United States…

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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)

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I awake!

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In the old hotel

Diana & I retire to

a busted-up suite upstairs

& haunt it

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While we levitate in the

center of the dusty time-deranged room

indulgently locked in our favorite position & getting along

I fall into a deep deep sleep

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When I awake I discover

myself prone on the cracked tiles of

the ancient Egyptian temple that’s half buried

in the sand dunes west of Yuma

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Ishtar, the lost Assyrian goddess of love & war

sits up, peers down

at me between her miraculous legs &

says

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“It’s time for you to return to

the Christian mission, Rawclyde

Your 10 days sleeping outside

are over”

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She then taps

the back of my head with

her bare heel

which knocks me out

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I awake again

having dreamed a dream

that was embraced

in a dream

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Now I discover myself alone

in a sleeping bag

on a big pile of dirt & chunks of concrete

in the gravel pit next door to Crossroads Mission

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Partnering with nothing

more

or less

than reality

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The sun is about to rise

under a pink bed-spread

stretched across the jagged little mountain range

out yonder

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A very long train

thump-thumps by &

somebody fires-up a tractor in

the gravel pit

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I, camouflaged

in the early morning shadows on

my cold rocky knoll, instantly

roll-up my bedroll

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As I trudge away from the peak

of my dreams

I realize that the invisible cosmic forces of the universe

are all around & inside of me

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And that they can be evoked

for the common good

or remain hidden forever in a ghost town

   a ghost town called Love…

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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)

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Ishtar

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