by J. Randal Matheny

Some say it’s our genetic code
That makes us do what we do;
But choice of thought and of route of road
Are bigger spuds in the stew.

Others say that parents’ rules
Determine how we go,
Or children learn in teachers’ schools,
From there they act and grow.

But, in the end, not DNA
Nor home or school’s our guide;
Why do we go a certain way?
The truth is, we decide. Continue reading

By J. Randal Matheny

Under the bed lie secrets unfit for print;
Behind the couch hides more than coins and lint.
In dresser drawers are tucked and folded hates?
Do closets hang with clothes of reprobates?
Let every home sweep clean its dirty floors,
And neighbors ignore when cursed behind closed doors.
A man has plenty to do in his own backyard:
With others’ ills why make your life unduly hard?

The first four lines set up the last four. The fifth echoes the cliche about a family washing its own dirty laundry. The sixth line takes a cue from Eccl. 7:21: “Also, do not pay attention to everything that people say; otherwise, you might even hear your servant cursing you” (NET). Continue reading