...that's what I got. I'm not feeling well at all today and so I won't be giving a review tonight. The movie I would have reviewed is "Die Hard: With A Vengeance" but as i'm slipping deeper and deeper into this ailment I need to take tonight off. If I am able i'll eventually go back and pick up that film later on during Lent. As it stands, we will otherwise continue the list tomorrow as planned. I offer this poem as a meditation:
“Question Marks and Periods”
Why is it that life
Gives out more question marks than periods
I cannot even count them all
Ranked as they are in solemn myriads
Why is it that life
Grants us a query when we ask for fact
I’d rather be sure of nothing
Than dwell in this cognitive black
Why is it that life
Gathers mystery around certainty
Like cloth about a candle
Or fog resting on a sea-side city
Why is it that life
Makes a hobby of redefining
All that is certain and true
As if we needed no deciding
Why is it that Jesus
Is the answer to every question
Then questions ever answer and smiles
As if that was his plan all along
? . ? . ?
By: E.D. Thompson
© Blue Tassel Publications - 2007
See you tomorrow - E.T.
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