Practice the Walk and Talk
January 3, 2026
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Does practice make perfect? No, that isn’t quite right, Bad practice grows crooked, not steady and tight. But practice with purpose, with heart and with
Does practice make perfect? No, that isn’t quite right, Bad practice grows crooked, not steady and tight. But practice with purpose, with heart and with
I scribbled a line, but it came out all wrong, It clattered and scattered and didn’t belong. I sighed. “This draft is bad. It’s just
At one time, I wondered and whispered with a sigh, “Oh, why can’t things change? Oh, why, why, why?” I longed to bring difference, to
The preacher stood to give his monolog, While the people replied in their dialogue. He spoke of the journey, a travelog, And read commandments from
A writer can laugh, and a writer can cry. The feelings inside are the ink we supply. If we try to hide them or stuff
One choice at a time. That is how we must go— A step on the mountain, both steady and slow. For God gives strength when
Poor Peter cried bitterly when he knew he was wrong. He’d boasted of courage, but fear proved too strong. Yet out of those tears something
We live for a time. Then we all have to die— A doorway beyond, to the earth or the sky. For after our breath, comes
Mary came softly with her jar held tight— Spikenard perfume, so rare and so right. Wages for a year was the value inside. She broke
Now Caesar Augustus, the big Roman boss, Said, “All must register, no matter the loss.” A census was coming, a count far and wide, So
Some shout, “It’s party time. Lights up. More cheer.” They dislike nativity scenes that bring Jesus near. “Don’t box us with babies or truths from
I opened a drawer, and what did I see? A dusty old story, forgotten by me. Its pages were wrinkled, its sentences weak, But under