THE TAX POEM

Usually today being Friday we would be celebrating the upcoming weekend and the end of a long hard work week (TGIF), but when April 15th falls on Friday... we have a whole different perspective.  Although the tax deadline has been extended until Monday - April 18th... it casts a dark shadow over the festivities planned for the weekend.  
I praise God for living in America (the greatest country in the world) yet, 
I do wish they would allow us to keep a little more of what we earn.  Guess this is my attempt to find some humor in the agony that lies ahead for checks #8412 and #8413 in my checkbook!

Tax his land, tax his wage,
Tax his bed in which he lays.
Tax his tractor, tax his mule,
Teach him taxes is the rule.

Tax his cow, tax his goat,
Tax his pants, tax his coat.
Tax his ties, tax his shirts,
Tax his work, tax his dirt.

Tax his chew, tax his smoke,
Teach him taxes are no joke.
Tax his car, tax his grass,
Tax the roads he must pass.

Tax his food, tax his drink,
Tax him if he tries to think.
Tax his sodas, tax his beers,
If he cries, tax his tears.

Tax his bills, tax his gas,
Tax his notes, tax his cash.
Tax him good and let him know
That after taxes, he has no dough.

If he hollers, tax him more,
Tax him until he's good and sore.
Tax his coffin, tax his grave,
Tax the sod in which he lays.

Put these words upon his tomb,
"Taxes drove me to my doom!"
And when he's gone, we won't relax,
We'll still be after the inheritance tax.

~AUTHOR UNKNOWN~

If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray , and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.  (2 Chronicles 7:14)

AROUND IN CIRCLES

"And the LORD spake unto me, saying, Ye have compassed this mountain long enough: turn you northward."  (Deuteronomy 2:2-3)

Just the other day my son pointed out this verse to me and asked:  What it meant to me?  Well, after contemplating and pondering my answer here is my response.  Maybe my interpretation of the verse will be quite different from what yours will be because of the place that I'm at during this particular time in my life.  The "Sylvia Translation" would be as follows:  "And the Lord spoke to me and said:  Quit trying to beat a dead horse to death, get over it, and move on!"

Yesterday in Pastor Rodney's sermon, he made the reference that 'women are not always hysterical but most often are historical.'  Boy, did he peg my character!  I am very calm in my older age, but have a memory like an elephant.  The mountains that I seem to encompass over and over, round and round, making circle after circle, are old wounds.  Hurt feelings, past wrongs, rejections, heart broken, let down, lies told, gossip spread, secrets shared, disappointments, etc.  In handling my "mountains" with the "historical" theory, I find myself often building walls, being unforgiving, and even allowing bitterness to creep in.  As long as I'm going "around in circles" and dwelling on these things... I'm getting no where... and being of purpose to no one especially the Lord.  

Your mountain may be something totally different from mine, but can produce the same results if you keep circling it, again and again.  Lord help me that this would be my motto: 

"It’s time for healing, time to move on,
it’s time to fix what’s been broken too long
Time to make right what has been wrong;
it’s time to find my way to where I belong."