Proverbs 22:13 NIV
[13] The sluggard says, “There’s a lion outside! I’ll be killed in the public square!”
I am not Solomon’s biggest fan, which means I don’t quote him that much, but this verse seems worth the gander.
I am still on the hunt for context clues, but for now, wha?!?
Seems like a real good story in here somewhere.
Here’s what AI says—
https://www.google.com/search?q=proverbs+22%3A13+commentary&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8&hl=en-us&client=safari
His Cross (mine by rights)
The photo-relief of a door
Hammered into
The heart of God
He makes the way
By being the
Way
Matthew 7:14 KJV
[14] Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it.
Matthew 11:16 KJV
[16] But whereunto shall I liken this generation? It is like unto children sitting in the markets, and calling unto their fellows,
Matthew 11:2-3 KJV
[2] Now when John had heard in the prison the works of Christ, he sent two of his disciples, [3] And said unto him, Art thou he that should come, or do we look for another?
I was talking to friends about AI scrubbing the internet for content and I figured I would test what it could do.
What emerged took one word-grief, one click, medium, and two defaults
The poem was generated in less than 3 seconds
Spooky.
Grief is a heavy coat,
That you can’t take off.
It clings to you all day,
And whispers in your sleep.
It’s a hollow in your chest,
Where laughter used to live.
A silent, empty space,
That echoes with a name.
The world keeps spinning on,
But you are standing still.
Watching colours fade to grey,
On a distant, lonely hill.
But sometimes, through the clouds,
A single ray will shine.
A memory, a gentle breeze,
A reminder of the love that’s thine.
And slowly, bit by bit,
The coat begins to fray.
The colours start to bloom again,
A little brighter every day.
Carrying Light 