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Edges of Knowledge


Friday 2008-12-08
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Tomorrow is Saturday, December ninth, and one place I
have committed to be wants me to think of 10 goals I yet
entertain.  Remember, I am 59.  Okay, I know this won't 
be easy.  Let's see:
 1. to grow spiritually
 2. to grow mentally
 3. to heal my traumatized self-image
 4. to find inspiriting gainful employment
 5. to render to Caesar what is Caesar's
 6. to use and deepen my writing talents
 7. to write at least one/ loved song lyric
 8. to finish placing online 1976: my
     bicentennial year challenge sequence
     of 366 sonnets
 9. to keep my online Brian's Brain/ Daily Log
     active until I die
10. to inhabit the stars


Monday 2000-12-18     closing in on 7:30pm
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Last night I wrote what I am titling for now "Silent Song": it had
been coming to me grudgingly ever since my December 8th goals
list.  I cannot say it satisfies goal 7, but I can say it does deeply
satisfy me.
-
 Silent Song

There once was a boy
who found the stars/
in the heavens wide
a wonder-filled place
to dream and hide.

    Do you/
    know you?
    Please listen.
    If not,
    why not?
    Please listen.
    Somewhere
    in your heart
    who you are
    has its start.
    Go there.
    Prepare.
    Please listen.

There once was a boy
who found the lines/
he was moved to draw
a pleasure-bright realm
to touch in awe.

    Do you/
    know you?
    Please listen.
    If not,
    why not?
    Please listen.
    Somewhere
    in your heart
    who you are
    has its start.
    Go there.
    Prepare.
    Please listen.

There once was a boy
who found the words/
he began to see
a mystical land
to learn and be.

    Do you/
    know you?
    Please listen.
    If not,
    why not?
    Please listen.
    Somewhere
    in your heart
    who you are
    has its start.
    Go there.
    Prepare.
    Please listen.

    Somewhere
    in your heart
    who you are
    has its start.
    Go there.
    Prepare.
    Please listen.


          2000-12-17 by Brian Salchert


Saturday 2000-12-23     nearing 8:50pm
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Today's saint is St. John of Kanty.  Look him up.  You have heard
it said: "How mysterious are the ways of God!"  I say: How uncanny!
Today at Chick-fil-A my humble, physical work was again/ edged
with frustrations and difficulties I did not always quietly deal with.
St. John of Kanty.  Search him out.
-
Christmas at Greccio.


Sunday 2000-12-24     late
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Before one can be,
one must first desire to be,
and then must sacrifice,
must "perpetually" learn;
see deeply--ahead and within.
Actuate.  Create.  Rejuvenate.
~ ~ ~
Help!  Help!  I am an
underachiever of the worst kind.

                           Brian Salchert

---
The above was written on the inside of the back cover
of The Psychologist's Book of Self-Tests,
Louis Janda, Ph.D., author   
The Berkeley Publishing Group, publisher   1966
---
(The next entry contains my "Sonnet to Shakespeare".
  If you wish to read it, see sw00606usabys in August 2007 archive.)


Monday 200-12-25     about 9:40am
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Welcome,
Welcome,
Saviour Jesus, Lord.

Welcome,
Welcome,
Holy One, adored.
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Two truths about love:
1. If your love for another is such that you feel
    you must possess that person, your love is evil.
2. You cannot say you love someone if you are
    not willing to let that person go.
                                                   5-6-97 4:22am
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Jesus, Lord, I seek no miracle other than the strength,
persistence, and wisdom needed to render to Caesar
what is Caesar's and to do ever and everywhere the
will of your Father, my Creator, through the graces of
The Holy Spirit.    Thank You, Your difficult servant,
                                                   Brian Arthur Salchert


Wednesday 2000-12-27
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This morning I resume taking my Actonel.


Monday 2001-01-01     10pm
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Since so often when suddenly frustrated I/ revert to using
unholy expletives, why, God, do You even want to tinker
with me?  I see no way I can be fixed.  I am just a perennial
failure, and that is that.  Oh, yes, I will keep trying/ to do
what is right, what pleases You; but my inability/ to be
perfect, I am afraid, will always raise the reptile in me.  
It has gotten so I do not know whether/ to laugh or cry/ 
about it, God.  Oh, for a gentle breeze, a quiet walk.


Tuesday 2001-01-02     7:45pm
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 And So There Is Love

Hope 
sailed out
like a life-saving 
rope,
like the deep-seeing eye
of a telescope,
like a vigorous message
from an envelope,
hope
sailed out.

And then there was love,
love, love, love.
And then there was love.

Faith
reached in
like a heavenly
wraith,
like a heart-changing touch
of a power place,
like the rising-up music
by a glory braced,
faith
reached in.

And then there was love,
love, love, love.
And then there was love.

And love
rose up
like a sudden white
Dove,
like the Resurrection
of the Savior above,
like the hand of the Father
for a tender shove,
love
rose up.

And so there is love,
love, love, love.
And so there is love.


                        2001-01-02 by Brian Salchert


Friday 2001-01-19     7:45am
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Each moment can be a prayer.
Each moment could be a prayer,
if each moment each of us
were able to be so aware.


Saturday 2001-01-20     10:40pm
-
 Oliva

Tell me
what it is
that is in your heart.

Tell me
why it was
we had to part.

I know
you may not
want to;

I know
I should not
care;

but let your heart
please tell me
what is there.


Friday 2001-01-26     9:10pm
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Somewhere among the cinder blocks of destiny
a lone eagle courses through a rivered canyon.
= = =  




Brian A. J. Salchert