I Like Pants

By, Stuart Platt

I like Pants as every boy should
On or off my pants are good!
They keep me all cozy, like a warm woolen blanket
and if they are gone I can't hardly take it
My Pants are my friend at good times and bad
they remind me of friends that I've never had
Pants are the thing that keeps me all quiet
they even remind me when I need a diet.
A feel very lonely when pants are away
I wish that in public that they'd always stay
For me and my pants we'll be friends forever
until comes the day when seams start to sever.
I like Pants

3:16

By, Stuart Platt

What is it about the night that brings out the philosopher in us all?

There seems to be a silent longing to know more about life and meaning.

The quietness.

It screams in our ears so loudly that we feel as if our eardrums might burst from anymore.

Minds racing thinking about yesterday and looking forward towards tomorrow. Responsibilities, Work, Obligation, Bills, Friends, God, Love,

All these come to the forefront of the mind in the silent deadness of night.

It is in the light of day that we lose ourselves to our life.

In the hectic blaring noisiness of the monotonous rush and bustle of the day.

We lose that quiet part of ourselves that longs to sit in silence.

Perhaps that is why we come back to ourselves in the night.

A haunting shadow, our fears and desires, our phobias and dreams.

Maybe that is why we fear the sanctuary of the night.

Do we fear His still small voice?