a poem is a sermon
Salutations and our greeting. Welcome to this special meeting. As you know, our time is fleeting, so please take your assigned seating. We control a heart that’s beating. Ever forward, no retreating. Never mind the lambs, their bleating will grow softer. They’re just tweeting. Taste the fatted calf we’re eating, as this project nears completing, […]
There once was a curious soul
who searched high and low for the whole;
each time she would start,
she found just a part,
and imagined it gave her control.
There once was a mystical clod
who claimed he had spoken with God;
some found him absurd,
but took him at his word,
despite all his attempts to stay odd.
Please tell me: just who pulls your strings?
I’d really like to know.
I see you making pirouettes
and flitting to and fro,
much like a butterfly, who lights
on flowers here and there,
and samples each one with delight
not getting anywhere.
Myself? I am a puppet too,
I dance a merry jig,
although I found out years ago
my role is not that big.
Who is it that makes up the rules
for peasants, leaders, sages, and fools,
who builds the narrow seats in schools
to educate a growing nation?
What hand dictates the right and wrong,
transcribes the loyal subjects’ songs?
Who peals the bells and sounds the gongs
for evolution of the nation?
Haters gonna hate; what else can they do?
Once you choose hate, other options fall through.
What other room is left inside of you
when all your passion, whether red or blue,
is given to your foes, who then control
your very soul? You know that is true.
Albert Camus in his book-length essay, The Rebel, suggests that there is a fundamental difference between revolution and rebellion. It’s not, as some say, that a revolution is simply a rebellion you win, and a rebellion is a failed revolution. That’s far too simplistic, I think. No, Camus said that revolution is the mechanism for […]
What’s the point? I want to ask the Mormons on their bikes, who leave their own nice neighborhoods to share the view they like that they are sure contains the answers to what’s wrong with us, and don’t mind spending hours on the front porch. We discuss the book they’re peddling, free of charge, the […]