Understanding All

 

All is an interesting word

That we all confuse,

So much so, I must say

That I am often amused.

 

The word all is puzzling

If you see what I mean,

It has different meanings

That it is what I glean.

 

If it is something I want

All is understood,

But if I must give up all

That is not so good.

 

So that all is defined

Re giving and receiving

And means different things

In our everyday dealings.

 

It is very unreasonable

When I cannot have all,

But it is small mindedness

When the all is your call. 

 

All and selfishness

Go hand in hand

So that in relation to self

We can all understand.

 

To give all is difficult

But to receive all, not so,

On one hand, all is my friend

On the other, all is my foe.

 

Jesus gave up all

And that all we appreciate,

But the all he expects of us

We continually berate.

 

Jesus is so unreasonable

To expect all from me,

And besides, I am human

I am sure he can see.

 

It is not as easy, you see,

When required to give all

As it is in receiving

When that all is our call.

 

Please note!

 

We have a difficulty

Understanding all

But God has

All understanding.

 

Stewart Russell © October 2019

 

Our Trouble Source,

 

 

The source of our trouble

Is a four-letter word

Sometimes expressed as two

Or even one.

 

Sometimes “my” is added-

That’s in its longest form

But regarding the one mostly used,

“I” is the norm.

 

By now you have it:

It is I, Me and Myself,

And we three are about wealth

If it ruins our health.

 

 

 

 

The “I” look for number 1

And number 1 is Me,

Just Me and Myself

And that is all the “I” see.

 

Therein I tell you

Is the source of our trouble,

A myopic view-

Sorry to burst your bubble.

 

I shaded my eyes

And what did I see?

I will be honest with you…

I only saw “Me”.

 

Maybe you were there

And maybe you were not,

But it really doesn’t matter

“Me” is all I have got.

 

 

 

So, I am never short of trouble

As long as I’ve got Me,

It’s Me, Myself and I-

I always have all three.

  

We name the devil

And we give him the blame

But the truth be told,

It is these three that reign.

 

Me, Myself and I:

That’s the source of our trouble,

Not Satan, the devil,

Now I have burst your bubble.

 

He is our cop-out

Since we must blame someone,

“The devil made me do it.”

It is time that was gone.

 

 

Me, Myself and I

Honestly look at yourself!

That’s what I am doing now-

Not at you but Myself.

 

Stewart Russell © October 16, 2020