Tag Archives: belief

Only Our Effort: villanelle

I don’t believe that gods watch us at all, or bother with our lives in any way; only our effort makes or breaks our fall. Perhaps it gives us hope, such folderol, or cheats fear-mongers of their gruesome play. I … Continue reading

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Don’t Worry, Be Happy: canzone

Canto I. Don’t Worry There is no cause for worry or alarm. The world will carry on despite your fears; true love will never languish in the arms of its emotions’ mirror once there found, though those who seek destruction … Continue reading

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Art is required

If you would this sad world improve: a battle cease, a mountain move, or seek to build up or destroy a single thought of fear or joy, there is one place alone to start. You must teach all your children … Continue reading

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Beyond Faith and Belief

Should you and I want to discuss the ins and outs of our belief (how one way suits and others don’t), let’s keep it to the point, and brief, and leave those things like faith behind. For faith and reason … Continue reading

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Not Much of Everything

What is belief except a means to reach beyond the limits safe within our grasp to learn from the unknown what it may teach? If in that fertile darkness, courage fails, as well as our illusions of defense, what is … Continue reading

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Moving to America

When right-wing zealots take control and change the living here, in bonfires roasting unfit souls with smoke that never clears, to forgo the auto-da-fe I’m sure will be required, where can a person choose to move and still remain inspired? … Continue reading

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Dirty Water

When I try to convince someone that my way is better than theirs, I don’t stand there and tell them their glass is dirty, and as a result they’re drinking dirty water. I just stand quietly, drinking my clear water … Continue reading

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