Poetic Propositions
Dr. William W Richardson Jr.
Dr. William W Richardson Jr.
Drops of Revelation: Reprise
Drops of Revelation: Reprise
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03/19/19
This poetry piece is special to me, for I think of it as a self check, or evaluation of self, or self examination of my humanness, my carnality. I look in the mirror and I ask myself what do I see? Do I see a fool or a wise individual. So I would define a fool according to biblical connotation. How do I match up to this definition?
A fool takes no pleasure in understanding, but only expressing their opinion; A fool gives full vent to their own spirit, but a wise person quietly holds it back; the fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge; fools despise wisdom and instruction; who ever trusts in their own mind is a fool, but the one who walks in wisdom will be delivered; a fool's mouth is their ruin, and their lips are a snare to their soul; the wise inherit honor, but fools get disgrace; and the tongue of the wise commends knowledge, but the mouths of fools pour out folly.
Am I a Fool?
Filled with folly, envy, jealousy and strife
Filled with all the sinful things in life
Rejecting wise counsel, knowledge,
And understanding
Speaking loud, saying nothing
Ways commanding and demanding
Am I a Fool
Trusting personal thoughts
Trusting a personal heart
Carrying a goodly message
It can't be trusted
Lacking honor, increase of shame
Making false judgement
Causing pain
Like thorns on a bush
Words causing trouble and bloodstains
Being stubborn,
Thirsting for a reward of shame
Am I a Fool
Filled with arrogance, conceit, malice and such
If it's felt by now or thinking it's too much
It should prick your heart Get in your spirit
It's only a fool
Who don't want to hear it
We must dare to be wise in this earthly journey. This self check is imperative, necessary if we are destined to be wise in God's eyes. So ask yourself Am I a Fool? Am I guilty of all or some of these foolish characteristic listed scripturally?
Be Well...
Dr. William W Richardson Jr.
3/11/2019
The cover of this book (Drops of Revelation: Reprise) displays the observatory that is found in the flower garden at Hermann Park. While out trekking toward the top of this hill, I happened to notice the Miller outdoor theatre adjacent to the observatory. I strolled over to the outdoor pavilion and notice seats that are welded to the roof and began to ponder on how unique this artistic feature of expression is and subsequently took notice of the stage, and the orchestra pit and began pinning this poem. I thought of how heaven could inhabit these same features metaphorically.
Under His Pavilion
Under His Pavilion
There are seats
And His stage
Under His pavilion
There's no hatred
Or rage
Under His pavilion
There is protection
And His provision
The choice is ours
It is our decision
Under His pavilion
There is singing and praising
There are musical instruments
With dexterity that's amazing
Under His pavilion
There's a covering for all who enter
Under His pavilion
Where His Spirit lives at the center
One big on going celebration and a time of rejoicing eternally is what I envision every time I visit the Miller Outdoor Theatre.
Celebrate Life; celebrate eternity.
Dr. William W Richardson Jr.
March 3, 2019
As I was out for a morning jog in Houston's Hermann Park, I notice the landscaping of an organized stone and rock resting area. At that moment I reflected on the uniqueness of that area that was sufficient for not only rest, but as a place for photo opportunities and other innovative ideologies. I immediately photographed that structure and meditated on the hymn that stated, "on Christ the solid rock I stand..."
"Founded on a Rock" was birth from that Biblical scripture and my photographed rock and stone rest area in Hermann Park's jogging trail, which is also named the "Marvin Taylor jogging Trail" who the name sake of has since passed in 2018 in His 90's (ninety's) and who was also a good friend of mine.
The book of Matthew 7th chapter and 25th verse is the foundation of this poem piece. It states: And the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon the house, and it fell not: for it was founded upon a rock.
Founded on a Rock
That can withstand
The breakers dashing
And by strong winds it cannot be shaken
The rock that is placed on
The building set forth
To Keep the balance
Edifying beauty at a glance
Not like the one the torrent would burst
And the building would fall and collapse
Because its builders was shady, perhaps
Foundation on this rock
Is tried and true
Not breaking to ruin
But its strength, power and might
Against all trials will come through
Founded on a rock
Is designed to withstand
All the trials and test
Which are perpetrated
By heartless man
So, the hymn "The Solid Rock" gives great credence to the context of this poem. "On Christ the solid rock I stand; All other ground is sinking sand." Christ is that founded rock.
Enjoy,
Dr. William W Richardson Jr.
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5/15/2019
This piece stems from a photograph that was taken when my granddaughter, Nyla, and I was taken while babysetting her. The photo has her lying in my chest as an infant. It renders and impression that she is listening to my heart beat, thus creating the concept of the poem title. It also reveals some of our bonding moments. I can't package my total emotion when I see this picture, however, I was able to compose some of them in this poem piece.
Listen to My Heartbeat
Little one listen to my heartbeat
Listen to your ancestry
As the blood of life
Flows with each beat
From the crown of my head
To the Planter of my feet
It's your lineage,
Your heritage,
Our sanguine cells
Connecting our generations
You're a precious gift
From the Author of creation
Contemporarily, Nyla and I are very clingy with one another and at times we are inseparable. We have such a unique bond, and I feel it started with that photographic moment when she was listening to my heartbeat.
Love always
Dr. William W Richardson Jr.
4/8/2019
An informal exchange of thoughts is the definition of what a conversation should be connoted as. Usually understood as oral communication between persons. Most often a dialogue should depict progress in the subject of interest. However, there are times when a conversation becomes stoic or repetitious. So, what is the real purpose of engaging in conversation? Is not the expectation concerning conversation, is, to come to consensus about a matter or subject, or to move forward in increments showing some progression. It appears that todays conversations are the same ones as 50 years ago. This piece is motivated by the exhibition of societal polarization in dialogue and conversation, as well as repetition involving our social issues, which seem to persist, the same conversation.
The Same Conversation
It's the same conversation
Racism, sexism, political inequity
Educational, and economical reform
In a perilous society
The same conversation
Diversity is a facade
A covert smoke-screen
A cover up for the blind leading the blind
Embedded, under the auspice of civil liberty
The same conversation
A discussion of fitness and health
When the water is tainted
Canned preservatives on the shelves
Arable soil saturated with pesticides
Bordering conspiracies of genocide
The same conversation
Years of debate
Years of depression, Suppression
And hate
Years of searching
For freedoms and liberty
The same conversation persists
Seeking a Reality that don't even exist
The same conversation
Perpetual, it will be around
Talk is cheep, not moving forward
Whether there is a smile or a frown
This conversation is going nowhere
This conversation is only had
By those who don't care
The last line is relative to people who represent those who make up a community that is under represented and underserved who are not able to, or cannot identify with those under represented or underserved individuals, espcially, if neither side of the issue can identify with the under represented or under served. Who has our best interest?
I'll leave that right there...
Dr. William W Richardson Jr.
March 31, 2019
Socratically, I asked myself what does it mean to cleave? The answer is that when one is cleaving to something they are adhering closely to, or sticking to, or clinging to whatever the person, place or thing they desire to cleave to. It could mean that an individual would like to remain faithful to whomever or whatever their heart's desire. It could connote that someone may have strong feelings, maybe of loyalty, or emotional attachment. Is it possible that a couple who desire to vow nuptials desire to cleave to one another until death due them part?
I get the feeling that if the church is Christ's bride then we as followers of Christ should have a desire to cleave to Christ, as our Lord and Savior. This poem piece is a sublime off shoot of that passion for Christ.
Cleaving
Cleaving, to you I'm Adhearing
Cleaving, Like Siamese Twins
Cleaving, because you made me whole again
Cleaving, no longer needing to apprehend
Cleaving, helping me to preclude sin
Cleaving, praying you'll never leave me
Cleaving, hoping mine eyes don't deceive me
Cleaving, I have no Father nor Mother
Cleaving, who are my Sisters and Brothers?
Cleaving, we are meant for each other
Cleaving, we are eternal lovers
Cleaving, besides you there can be no other
I'm cleaving
I'm not leaving
As human beings we must be careful about whom or what we attach ourselves to. We must cleave to that which will be an asset to our being and not a liability. Choose life, not death. We must cleave to righteousness.
Dr William W Richardson Jr.
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7/30/2019
The origen of this piece is derived from the fact that words are powerful and those words may impact society as a change agent. Although I will post this poem I must share with you that it has morphed into a piece called," Powerful Poets" which is the title track on my Album ("CD") called "Powerful Poets." Often I'm reminded that we must be careful how we speak to one another, or if we have nothing good to say, then don't say anything at all. Words have been used to tare down or build up people, places and things, the nouns of our society, and also used to convey a desire or some type of information or message. Keep in mind that we are all poets to some degree and we are all powerful if we choose to be. So, what is your choice? Are you a builder with your words or are you a demolitionist with your words?
Powerful
Our words have power
When we speak
Our social listeners attention span should peak
When we speak
It is our social intelligence
That the listener should seek
When we speak
Cognitive dissonance
Should come to an end
Rather a unity in society
Where everyone wins
When we speak
Power to the people
Check out "Powerful Poets" track to get the full gambit of this poetic message about how we , as poets, influence and impact society with our words. Sample it at cdbaby.com
Enjoy, Dr. William W Richardson Jr.
06/29/2019
This poem piece was inspired by the fact that our behavior, or the origin of our actions are initiated in our minds. Our thoughts are expressed physically by our actions or behavior. When we see or hear someone in an encounter or an engagement there are certain thoughts that are triggered without verbalizing them. When one gender sees another gender there are hormonal influences that occur creating a process that ignite rules of engagement.
Cognition is that process. The very act or process of knowing or having a perception. Wherby, Copulation is that joining together or coupling that takes place in the mind before it becomes a physical reality.
Cognitive Copulation
A joining together
Or a coupling so to speak
A meeting of the mind
Reaching a climaxing peak
Birthing congruent thoughts
A spewing of poetic nature
That's why we're all here
The results of cognitive copulation
Touching with our words
Receiving the sensation
The electrifying exhiliaration
Of cognitive copulation
Feel the pulse in the Spirit
Feel the rhythm of the rhyme
It's the cognitive copulation
We're loosing sense of time
With a smile on your face
While the poetic words embrace
The magnetic oration
Remember it's the result of
Cognitive copulation
Long after we have departed
Even while we are sleep
Cognitive copulation
Into our dreams it will permeate
And creep
Now, Let's Just Kiss
And say goodbye
Don't let your mind play tricks on you, some things are best kept there. But if you are brave, then step out of your comfort zone and express your cognitive copulation.
Peace and Love Forever...
Dr. William W Richardson Jr
Drops of Revelation: Reprise
Drops of Revelation: Reprise
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10/24/2018
Take Your Hands Off
When your iniquity is impossible
When your sin is causing you to sink
When transgressions don't cease from
troubling
Just take your hands off
He will isolate you from your iniquity
He will separate you from your sin
He will take away your transgression
Just take your hands off
He interred His body for your iniquity
After shedding His blood for your sin
He traded His life for your transgression
Please!
Just take your hands off
The last stanza is a reminder of how we obtained the victory that was afore mentioned. That victory over our iniquities, sins and transgressions was provided by the crucifixion of Christ, His death, burial and resurrection. The pictorial illustration associated with this poem is a primary example of how children began to walk in more advanced stages when the parent take their hands off of that child, and eventually the problem is handle without the parent's assistance. My grandson is depicted with my great grandson mimicking the idea of releasing something.
Just remember to take your hand off your issue and let God have His way with that issue.
Dr. William W Richardson Jr.
10/17/2018
You Know Who You Are
You are an eagle flying high
above the earth
No man can throw dirt on you
No man can guess your worth
You are a shinning star
Shinning for all to see
No man can stop your shine
For your spirit shine for eternity
This poem was written to encourage people, in particularly, children and women who are victims of abuse, whether verbal or physical. Children are being bullied in school and women are experiencing domestic abuse and being devalued. These words are penned to place value back to those individuals. This piece ended up being a work in progress and more has been added to this piece of poetry. In order to hear the rest of this poetry piece, you will have to purchase the Album "Powerful Poets" and select track six (6) "You Know Who You Are" and hear 4 minutes and 49 seconds of this poem laced with jazz.
Sometimes pieces like this causes a conviction and may be difficult to put a poem, such as this, to an end. Because of the nature of this issue I could not turn it off. I seek to uplift the victims of abuse through my poetry, seeking to elevate and empower people who need to evolve from such abuse. Eagles are untouchable creatures, and so are heavenly stars...
Yours truly,
Dr. William W Richardson Jr.
10/08/2018
This piece was written to raise awareness about the color of skin that causes society to categorize or classify human beings into a race. Because of this classification process, stratification and discrimination becomes an issue. No living human being has input in their measure of melanin in their eyes, hair and skin at birth. Tantamount to a rose garden, roses may come in all types of colors and as they are beheld people are amazed at the beauty arrayed in the spectrum of colors. Why can't we appreciate the variance of melanin that saturate individuals in society within the Creator's Garden of living souls. We should be amazed by, and appreciate the beauty of the array of colors of eyes, hair and skin, just as we are amazed at and appreciate the Rainbow and its colors.
Melanin
As a drop of ink changes the color of a glass of water
A drop of melanin changes the future
And the life of an entire race and culture
Melanin
The substance in the skin, eyes, and hair
Protection from strong sunlight
Not so for those who don't care
Those who are mystified
Sometimes caught in a gaze or a misunderstood stare
Melanin
One of God's way of painting a picture with the
human population
A flower garden of humanity
With a backdrop of the globe and a sky filled with
Holy constellations
Melanin
The amount, measure or saturation there of
It's out of our control
Sanctioned only by the insight, His majestic love
Melanin
See it for its beauty
As it laces each race
Greet it with a smile
An expression of love
Manifested on every face
Melanin
Embrace it with pride
There is no need to hide
The melanin of our hair, eyes and skin
Wear it well make a friend
Dr. William W Richardson Jr. .
Drops of Revelation: Reprise
Drops of Revelation: Reprise
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November 14, 2018
Contrast Defined: to compare in order to show unlikeness or difference, opposite natures or purpose. This poetry piece "It's All In Contrast" was written with the idea of showing distinctions between Worldly ideology and Heavenly ideology.
It's all in contrast
No, it's not Black and White
But shades of Gray
It's my character that I feel this way
All to often societal issues are viewed in black and white, yet the true contrast is the in between, shades of gray. I's not racial or age related, or gender associated, it is my personal interactive journey or roller coaster ride that encompass my joys and pain that completely makes my experience whole.
It's all in contrast
Long scale or short scale
This love will never fail
What I'm expounding about
It is no tail
Farther than vision
Deeper than the sea
It's not about you
It's not about me
What I'm expounding on is the intangible, the heavenly experience, that emotion that comes over a person that can't be explained, but brings on some type of euphoria which brings on a smile and a posture of piece. Implications of spirituality.
It's all in contrast
It's not about time
It's not about a place
It's not about a smile or a frown
We have on our face
Opposite the world
And it's temporality
It's all in contrast
It's eternity
Look at it long
Study it wrong
It's beyond our thoughts and dreams
On earth it don't belong
So get out of self
And let death in
It's all in contrast
New life begins
Death comes in many forms and in many types of metaphoric circumstances. If we die to selfishness, we begin a new life of being more objective and less subjective, more altruistic and less egotistic. We must not be preoccupied with time that is in a linear frame , but focus on the eternal that has been prescribed for our human existence. Death enters at an appointed time establishing our temporal, yet it segue our existence into the eternal. Let death in so new life can began.
I hope you get the picture,
Dr. William W Richardson Jr.
November 8, 2018
I Made It
I made it here today
Sometimes there's trouble
Along the way
Sometimes thunder and lightning
From the sky
Other times wading through water
That's thigh high
I made it here today
Knowing that Jesus
Won't let trouble last always
I made it
There are times when traveling toward a certain destination when a misdirection may take place, while in the mist of this misdirection there are experiences within the environment that may cause a delay in an arrival to that destination, just know that it isn't a complete denial of reaching that destination. It is only a delay.
Sometimes, it could be people, sometimes it could be some thing that cause the delay or misdirection. There must be an understanding that the delay or misdirection is only temporary and that these delays or misdirection's will not last always.
This poem was written as a personal encouragement to self in being mindful that as I journey through life I will be faced with storms, some great some small, yet, they are not so severe that my destination will not be reached. My faith and trust will be the catalyst in reaching my goal, my destination. Because, Jesus said he won't let my troubles last always.
Dr. William W Richardson Jr.
10/31/2018
This poem piece was initially written to encourage individuals who are or has experiencing abuse, whether it is physical or verbal or any type of bullying. Success of any kind starts within, within your own mind, your body, your own soul. It's not what others say or think you are, but what God says you are. This poem was so impactful that it was eventually expanded upon in a newer version that is now recorded on my Album (CD) called "Powerful Poets." The book version:
You Know Who You Are
You are like an Eagle flying high
above the earth
No man can throw dirt on you
No Man can guess your worth
You are like a shinning star
Shinning for all to see
No man can stop your shine
For your Spirit shines for eternity
You Know who You Are
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All the best,
Dr. William W Richardson Jr.
Drops of Revelation: Reprise
Drops of Revelation: Reprise
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December 12,2018
This Poetry piece is motivated by Jesus the Christ. His purpose on earth was to demonstrate to us how to live and love one another and to exhibit His position with God as the ultimate sacrifice for sin and how He promised to come back to gather His believers, thus the title "Stay Tuned," come in to play. Basically, we're waiting on the promise by faith.
Stay Tuned
Casting out demons
Having dinner with heathens
Giving sight to the blind
Traveling cross country without a dime
The truth He told
Will stand the test of time
Fishing without a net
You're thinking fish I'll bet
He's fishing for men
Saving them from sin
Just look up
No, don't stare
Can't you see
He had a cross to bear
Hey, He was in that hole in the ground
Why are all these people standing around?
Look up, He's going away on that cloud
Do you see, what did He say unto thee?
He said that He's coming back
For you and me
Wow, that's my purpose,
My Destiny
Stay tuned !
My Destiny and purpose is to share the story of the promise of Jesus the Christ. If you are not a believer, that's okay, I'm petitioning you to just stay tuned. I am.
Dr. William W Richardson Jr.
December 4,2018
This poem piece was actually motivated by the Winans and their song "The Question Is." While listening to the lyrics I began a self check and started to consider how my relationship with Jesus is actually a witness to on lookers. So I penned the words to this self examination.
My Question Is
Do I know Jesus
Do I know that He died
Do I know that He's still alive
Standing by His Father's side
My Question Is
is He my Rock?
Is He My Healer?
My Doctor, My Lawyer
My Shepherd, My Appealer
The answer is yes
At the mention of His Name
My Question is to you
Can you say the same
Our life story should be a witness to Christ and about His death, burial, and resurrection. We must first examine ourselves and then help someone else to identify with the one who sacrificed His life for us so that we should inherit God's Kingdom after this earthly sojourn. This is not an attempt to proselytize, but to share the inspiration of the Winans song as it impacted my spiritual emotion at the time. I would that you search out the song and then relate it to this poem.
Dr. William W Richardson Jr.
November 26, 2018
In this Nation, we boast diversity and inclusion, also being what is called a "Melting Pot," a collection of cultural and racial differences. A flower garden of various colors and skin tones. The expectancy is an appreciation of God's creativity bounded in unity and collectivity. Everyone embracing a love for one another's uniqueness without humanity's assistance and input, yet God's product is rejected by some and is used to make distinctions in our societies six social institutions. This piece is a depiction of my thoughts and views of what is evident in my reality.
More About Color Than Culture
In a sea of diversity
The focus is on color, not of cultural diversity
Affirmative Action is not a policy of thrift
Devised for equity Its purpose implementing a shift
Tagged in institutions as a matter of color
Despised by the majority
Depicted as a vulture
Seemed to be more about color than culture
Why be viewed by color
Lived on the exterior
The true self of anyone
Found in the depths of
A human interior
It's a cry to declassify
The superior and the inferior
Casting color posterior
Making equality of culture
A desired ulterior
Why should it be
More about color than
A unified culture
Manifesting division in policies and decision
Diversity is the melting pot
Of this Nation's premise
Amicable thought, an aim for the future
Yet, contemporary experience
Is more about color than a collective culture
Until standards change within this society, we as a Nation, will never reap and receive the full benefit of that which God has in store for us, as a human race. We must stop looking exteriorly and focus on the internal, that is where the beauty is located, within.
Dr. William W Richardson Jr.
Drops of Revelation: Reprise
Drops of Revelation: Reprise
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01/08/2019
My Masters degree is in Public Administration, in other words, meaning, administering to the public, or better still, serving the public or being a public servant. The person in service of another. One may be an administrator or leader, but they are still a servant. There is an adage that states: "in order to be a great leader, one must be a good follower." This poetry piece is an example of this adage. In this society we must not be afraid to "Just be the Servant." Lead by example.
Just Be the Servant
Like the one who put a towel
Across His lap and washed His friends feet
Like the one who prayed
While His friends were fast to sleep
Just be the Servant
Like the one who didn't speak
While the accusers told a lie
And those very same accusers whished
To see Him sentenced to die
Just be the Servant
Like the one who said
Suffer the little children to come unto me
Like the one who walked on the water as He pulled
A Drowning friend
Up from a stormy sea
Just be the servant
Like the one who healed the sick
And gave sight to the blind
Like the on who fed 5,000
Who didn't have to stand in line
Like the one who raised the dead
And had the Possessed, sitting, clothe
Andin his right mind
Just be the Servant
Like the one who stood for truth and righteousness
For His Fathers' sake
He was able to discern who was real
And discern who was fake
With this simple prose
All I'm trying to say
The example is given
By the one that is risen
Just Be the Servant
Dr. William W Richardson Jr
"Peace and Love Forever"
01/02/2019
When the term "still" is used in reference to audible sound it connotes as being free from sound or noise, as a place being silent or a person being silent. It can also be stipulated as being subdued or low in sound, such as in a still small voice.
There are moments in time when I'm alone or in deep thought or sometimes in meditation, I envision God speaking to me in a still small voice, either correcting me or guiding me or educating and enlightening me. It is in those moments when I maximize my hearing.
Often I am awakened in the early morning hours and the meditation of my heart begin to speak to my soul and spirit, thus becoming the source of my poetry, as a result, I introduce to you, the reader, "Still Small Voice.
Still Small Voice
After the earthquake
After the fire
After the pain, your heart should desire
God's still small voice will sooth your pain
His still small voice will shield you from shame
Listen and hold fast
Your trials and circumstance
All will soon pass
Listen and be still
Your emptiness He will fill
God's Still small voice
Loves you
It's real
Its presence you'll feel
It will console you
You'll have peace
Just be still and Know
That still small voice is very real
Those moments when life is in a state of dissonance one should be still and know that in the mist of it all we should focus and tune in on God's still small voice to navigate through the turbulence of life. On the way to the horizon of our hearts. Stay in His word, stay in His will.
Dr. William W Richardson Jr.
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December 18, 2018
This poem is an actual account of a situation experienced by a church member who was functioning in a service capacity for the church. Upon giving his testimony to the congregation at the request of the Pastor, the inspiration came to put it in a poetic format. Very motivational and inspirational for exhibiting faith in a crucial situation. Faith is F-forward, A-action, I- in, T- trusting, H-Him (God). Whereas, Hebrews 11: 1 states that Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.
God Spoke to a Man
God spoke to a man in a burning van
Stalled at the track
But God had his back
He even made some calls
But still lost it all
His tools, His van and almost the church plans
He was a defeated man
He felt so a shame
His business in flames
He wasn't to blame
Then he called on that Name
His Wife said, have Hope
Just narrow the scope
Don't dictate
Continue to dedicate
Allow Jesus to be the innovator
He is the awesome creator
Then he heard God's prophetic word
Obedience will open the doors of opportunity
To his business and his service
He stepped out on faith though he was nervous
His HOPE, having outrageous positive expectations
This was his segue to his blessed restoration
Now this man has another van
Now God gets the glory by this testimonial story
Cause God spoke to a man
Now with new tools, and another van
Be blessed believers,
Dr. William W Richardson Jr.