Noon At Night Publications

09/18/2025

Forgiveness and Starting Over
This for is yours too! No matter what.

I started my day looking for proof of life, and proof of forgiveness for my old ways. My addictions. My behaviors during active addiction. My early recovery process, during which I dealt with confusion, doubts and even anger.

For me, I turned back to the new testament of the bible. Looking back to the Koine Greek, the common version of the greek since appx 400 BCE, which the Apostle Paul spoke during his time. I wanted a word for word translation of 2nd Corinthians 5:17. To see how it compares to modern versions of english. I asked ai for help, where my education faltered.

So...

No matter what you believe or don't, (respect to you) I believe Paul's words are of divine inspiration, and in keeping with what Jesus taught.

I was looking for forgiveness for my old ways, addictions and fallout. Complete forgiveness. Here is what I've found ...

"Therefore, if anyone, in Christ, a new creation (creature); the old things have passed away, behold, all things have become new." (2nd Cor 5:17, 1st century Koine Greek to modern english, direct translation).

Let there be no confusion, fellow strugglers, you and I are forgiven and made new! Our higher power, "A higher power than ourselves", has said it.

The old things have passed away!

I start my day in joy. I rest in that I have been made new. Forgiven. Set Free. Done deal. I will live my life as a new creature, in my "Higher Power, as I see it".

Bless you all, no matter what your demons are, you have a new life and new start available to reach out and make yours. Make it brand new!

Ill be back later to post more about this day in my recovery process. Love, peace, and joy to you all.

08/08/2024

Hello friends. Just a quick hello! And this.... we will post more in a complement of information!! Yay!

08/08/2024

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08/08/2024

RIP my friend, and be blessed, apparently sooner than me. Right on!

Jack Karlson, the man made famous for his arrest while enjoying a Succulent Chinese Meal, has died. He was 82.

06/29/2024

07/01/2022

“The Edges of Jacob's Ladder.”
a poem by Rob Krabbe

The cry!
The wail!
The sorrow,
The wall.

The struggle is real,
Grab the demon by the heel.
The break in defenses, and
the climbing of fences.

Why cry?
Because …
You high?
Why die? Even …

Because you always
feel better when you
take a moment to
have a good die!

No matter,
the patter of
little thoughts
like raindrops on a
hot tin roof.

Shatters me.
Scatters me.
Until, one day, it
cadavers me.

This particular front matter,
sometimes is a masterpiece;
the real masterpiece!
Fleecing the logic,
bypassing the paper
and the very boring colloquium.
Raise up the religious, even the contiguous,
the soul buried
next to the treasure.

A hard thing to measure.
The sociobiologic despot.
Call it ethnologic studies!
Yet why sociological antisemitism?
Actuality only muddies the waters, right?
Then a less-than-hotter other daughter
Leah, offered, nay, proffered,
for the marital slaughter.

Rachel to the rescue.

I don't mind,
such a turn in kind,
even when not a kind turn,
for such as, costs a “butt-full
of money and sleep, keeps
you warmer at night…
frankly nothing but more weeping.

That takes us to…

Consequences.
Second chances.
Mending fences,
Operating expenses,
likened inferences;
The Neo-Manichaen
dogma of the ambigences,
leaving you wanting
clearer rules and tenses.
Philosophical dualism;
You see …
Manichaeism.

You know …
No matter how old I get,
I still love me a little
milk and cookies.

© 07.01.2022 by Rob Krabbe
and NoonAtNight Publications

06/29/2022

“The Last Hope of Holy Hollow”
a poem by Rob Krabbe

They're family heirlooms
of a sort; and amen!
Held tightly to my
chest for years, and then…
I cracked open the bone
and let loose all the fears.
Its been a long, long way
since I stripped all my gears!

So I empty the stores;
the shelves and the stalls;
Crowded hearts in the halls;
and the waterfalls of tears.
Remember the jeers!?
Mere desire is not enough,
we're going to have
to get rough dear! You know…
when the going gets tough.

I see a day not too far off, when
change is unchangeable,
The “same,” becomes
the unsameable.
The future, all the days,
when the ways, were gazeable.
and oh, my eyes were ablaze,
in praise of the battles we won.
I ended up hung, out to dry,
when I was still so very young.

So who were they?
Tangled up in sharp greenbrier.
Death would be solitude, yet
consumed by fire, the
tales of lost time, when
life and love were like being
stuck in the mud.
Not like now; back when the
tapestry breathed life,
from the heavenly
beings above.

One should never count-out
the stubborn power
of the “human.”
Yet we should never get
too set on just posing.
For now that’s what
I'm disclosing.

So, child, don't you cry,
in another time, we
would try, try, try!
Until there was
no time left to die.
Yet, you and I
looked to the sky,
seeking the wisdom,
we already know the end,
and we know it just in time.

We die to live
and we live to die.
Do I hear 100? SOLD!
Yet someday we'll fly! Free.
We’ll go hard, and go bold,
seal the tomb and the catacombs.
and we’ll find a new way home!
Or we’ll keep on trying what we know…
‘til there's nowhere left to go.

© 06.29.2022 by Rob Krabbe
and NoonAtNight Publications