It’s a Smirk
My smile is not really a smile but a knowing smirk. Maybe it IS arrogance. But nonetheless it is a smirk. I can’t help but have this knowing smile. Regardless of what you see or hear, that smirk will always be there. It’s about confidence. But not about myself. I know God and Angels are in control.
I get stressed by the world. I get stressed by life. But regardless I can’t hide that stupid smirk. It is about knowing as much as it is about arrogance. It is about knowing. But there are those who sometimes think I need to keep my Angels to myself. Actually they are the reason why my smile isn’t just a smile.
Some can smile falsely. And some can’t smile at all. I have every reason to smile, but not without a smirk. It’s always about Angels—not me. Even in this world of war I smirk. I get stressed by the death as everyone does, but I see these things and know they must be. The world is being prepared and Satan is doing his final work. Satan is smirking now, but he won’t be for long.
Maybe I am arrogant but it’s not for false reasons. I see these things as the hand of God even in war. No one will harm me and I will not die. This is why I smirk. I smirk at death. I am confident in my Angels. Anyone who messes with me messes with my Angels. Another reason to smirk. But in some ways my Angels make my smiles genuine. I smirk at Satan and his evil.
But in a world where there is so much tension I know I have to stay relaxed. I am relaxing with my Rosedale pipe this morning. This pipe is now 50 years old and is my second pipe purchase. It has become one of my best pipes. My tobacco is Peter Stokkebye’s Proper English. My coffee this morning is from Trader Joe’s and is Otganic Mexico Chiapas coffee. Thank you for your time and Peace and Love to each one of you.
Papa Chasteen
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