Ocean of Knowledge

In the ocean of knowledge, some people will swim on the surface of understanding, some will snorkel just below it, and a few will scuba dive down to the depths. Some will also choose to remain forever on the beach.



She speaks

without saying anything at all,

through eyes

that seem

as though they’d seen it all,

yet still accept

because they know

that nothing lasts forever,

after all.


I couldn’t remember a time when you were not there.
For every childhood joy, you were there.
If I scraped a knee, or shed a tear, you were there.
Time moved forward, yet you stood still
and watched, while I grew.

Your familiar loft had welcomed me when once I snuck in
to steal my first kiss —
a secret you never betrayed.
I’ll always remember how wondrously foreign everything felt in that moment!

Nestled on the crest of an impossibly verdant hill,
it seemed as if the land itself had birthed you,
so perfectly were you situated.
Your unassuming white doors were a backdrop
for every spring’s breathtaking palette of colors;
and your ruddy red walls were like a warm beacon
which could be seen from miles distant defying winter’s gloom.

The passing years took me away;
yet nostalgia urged a return —
and so pleasant memories of simpler days
frolicked in my mind as I ambled once more
through your forested enclosure.
I never dreamed that when I emerged
you would not be there.

But too long had I been gone, for you did not greet me.
What I saw in your place, most called progress —
though I will always know better —
and so I resolved to build you anew with my pen.


Connection is a mysterious thing

which people can share — it makes us sing!

It’s like the grape to the parent vine,

yet more complex and hard to define.


As if a web that a spider’s spun,

it weaves two minds until they are one;

the simplest of gifts any might give —

since if alone, for what would we live?


Yet what composes such ethereal glue?

Just the words which we say, and the things that we do.

So peer real close — straight down to its heart —

now surely you’ll see that love’s the main part.


Ah, caring and sharing, what joy to be

mingling forever in such company!

Yes, friend — you and I, I and you —

I know nothing else more true.


Life is relationship.

Ecclesiastes Open Study Discussion

Hi all,
This open study discussion will be from the book of Ecclesiastes.  Your participation is always welcome!
Ecc. 1:2 — Solomon says, “Vanity of vanities; all is vanity.”  The NIV translates this as “Meaningless! Utterly meaningless!  Everything is meaningless.”  What do you think he meant by that?  Do you agree with him?  Why or why not?
1:18 — In what way does growing in wisdom bring sorrow and why would increasing in knowledge add more grief?
2:13 — Is it contradictory for Solomon to claim that wisdom brings sorrow, and then say “wisdom is better than folly, just as light is better than darkness”?  Support your reasoning.
2:15-16 — Since the fate of  the wise man and the fool are the same, in that both must eventually die, what does a person gain by being wise?
3:10-14 — How do you interpret these verses?  What is the burden God has laid on men, which Solomon references in verse 10?
5:18-20 and 8:15 have a similar message; one which appears to be opposed to the statement in 7:2-4.  How would you reconcile these passages?  How can a sad face be good for the heart?
7:8 — Why is the end of a matter better than its beginning?  How is patience better than pride?
Like the sun which rises and sets only to hurry back to where it rises, and the streams which return to the sea from whence they came, Solomon concludes the book back where he began it — with the observation that all is vanity. (1:2 and 12:8)  What was the main point of chapters 1-12?  What do you think he wanted his audience to understand?  If someone asked you what the meaning of life is, what would your answer be?
I look forward to hearing from you!  As always, I will make it a point to reply back to all responses!